"Why didn't Britney come?"
The red-haired girl repeated Jenkins' question, her beautiful eyes fixed on him as if to see into his soul.
"She's not feeling well, she's fine, she'll be fine in a few days..."
Seeing that Jenkins seemed to want to express his opinion on this matter, she reached out and patted the man on the arm, signaling him not to continue asking.
"There are a lot of people in this outing team, most of them are our age... I mean the actual age, not the appearance age... They are all young people who are about the same age as us. I think there may be various reasons in it. Please prepare ahead of time for reaching out to your people. I'm sorry if this has upset you."
"No, don't be sorry, it's not a big deal."
Jenkins said softly, before noticing that his cat was grinding its claws on his collar. This action is very ridiculous, because the chocolate's small cat's claws don't have sharp claws that stand out too much.
Before the red-haired girl left, she also asked Jenkins to visit them more if he had time, or ask them out to play together. After Jenkins nodded in agreement, he took the initiative to kiss Hathaway goodbye.
When I walked up the steps and stepped into the church door, I was still thinking about my love life. It was amazing, and then I was reminded by a passing nun to wipe off the lipstick near my lips and on my face.
Jenkins' face turned red.
When he saw Miss Bevanna, Jenkins remembered that he had completely forgotten about going to Miss Knight to learn swordsmanship.
But there is no need to rush this matter. From the current point of view, when Jenkins takes out the sword, there are only two follow-up possibilities: one-hit kill and no kill at all. He has not encountered anyone who needs sword skills to match opponent.
Tonight's class is still the usual combat training, and Miss Bevanna thinks that Jenkins has made great progress. A whole winter of study has turned him into a fighter of a certain level, but Jenkins doesn't really feel this.
At the end of the course, Jenkins was surprised to find that his cat was missing. It should be waiting on the edge of the underground training ground. Seeing that the door of the training ground was not closed, Jenkins thought that Chocolate might have wandered elsewhere, but the cat was not found in the garden or the kitchen, and the magical aura in the church was too strong, completely suppressing the cat's faint white aura.
"Chocolate doesn't hate living with me?"
Inexplicable thoughts came to his mind. Although Jenkins didn't believe this unreasonable speculation, the panic in his heart had been directly reflected on his accelerated pace.
He anxiously went to Bishop Parode, hoping that he could help mobilize the idlers in the church to find the cat together. But the bishop had already fallen asleep, so Jenkins didn't bother him, and went back to the courtyard behind dejectedly, sitting on the steps and looking at the hazy moon in the sky, thinking about where his cat went.
"Meow~"
The cat jumped off the roof, wondering why Jenkins was in such a bad mood.
Jenkins hugged it, feeling a little uneasy in his heart. Visitors from foreign lands have never felt safe. This cat is the creature he can trust the most in this world.
"Maybe the chocolate should be locked in the basement in case it actually leaves..."
"Meow~"
The cat's paws made intimate contact with Jenkins' face.
In short, Chocolate just wanted to bask in the moonlight. I didn't see it just now because it was covered by the pointed tower.
Jenkins let the cat lead him up to the top, and reassured that Chocolate didn't want to stay away.
Seeing no one around, he sat on the roof, supported his body with his right hand and leaned back slightly. Looking at the silent city in the distance, a sense of loneliness arises spontaneously. He has trusted friends, lovers, and teachers in this world, but he still can't share all his secrets.
Jenkin is alone, seemingly fully integrated into the world, and he knows exactly what he is. He was just a guest, a guest masquerading as his master.
The melancholy thoughts didn't last long before they disappeared. After returning home, one person and one cat wiped out the strange fruit as a supper. While the effect of the fruit is to regenerate a severed limb, which is inconceivable to most people, it is quite simple for Jenkins.
He's still curious about how the fruit bowl works, and wonders if he still has a chance to get some exotic fruit. But at least no such luck today, apples, bananas and coconuts, were all put in the basement.
Tuesday morning was very gloomy again. When he opened the door to get the newspaper and milk, Jenkins could smell the damp in the air.
When I started eating with cats, I could hear the sound of rain outside while sitting in the restaurant. Nolan is a city near the sea, and there is a lot of rainfall throughout the year. As spring approaches, there will be more rainy days.
Stepped over the rain curtain to Papa's Antique Store, shook the umbrella facing the street, and even steamed the moisture on his body with a flame at the door before stepping into the store. It's probably going to be a boring day, and the weather doesn't look like there will be any guests.
Dad and Jenkins kept the same opinion. The rainy weather made the temperature a little lower, so the fireplace that hadn't been used for a week was lit again.
After scrubbing the floor a little, Jenkins and his father sat in front of the fireplace, talking about things while listening to the patter of rain.
The cat lay obediently on Jenkins' lap, its back was stroked by the man's hand, and its big eyes looked out at the street through the window. The rain slanted down from the eaves like a curtain, and with the cat's dynamic vision, it was more like a string of beads.
Chocolate likes rainy weather, because then it can not move all day.
"You want to know about numbered items related to the weather?"
Dad was stopped by Jenkins. This is a very interesting question, and he has to think about it before answering.
"I know that there are many numbered items or events that only appear in specific weather, such as thunderstorms, blizzards, or sandstorms. As for weather-related numbers..."
He nodded, "There are indeed, but they are quite rare. Not to mention me, everyone I know has not experienced such a terrible thing, and there are only some records in extremely rare documents. But it is also understandable, After all, events related to celestial phenomena can be observed by everyone, and once they occur, it means a large-scale extraordinary leak, which is not allowed by the church."
PS: This chapter is not water, pay attention to Jenkins' mentality.