He looked at his captain, and Feios nodded lightly and rubbed his hands: "That's right, it should be the'twin devil'. This kind of person acts unscrupulously and doesn't care about offending anyone, and he doesn't care about his actions. . Although the two appearances are considered to have helped us, but we can not easily think that this is a good person, after all, his behavior is not good, no matter how you look at it. Hey~ this time, he directly bombed a house, how cruel it is. Talents do this kind of thing in the urban area? We can only use the excuse of a gas lamp explosion to explain to the surrounding citizens."

　　 "But the power of a gas explosion should not be so great."

　　 reminded the young man on the side.

　　 "The underground pipes also exploded, after all, the people don't know the specific details."

Chapter 288 Chapter 284 Early Morning at Goodman's House

　　Although many people do not admit it, such as the citizens of the royal capital Berdylan, Nolan City is indeed one of the cities with the best population density and economic situation on the whole continent.

　　 Monday morning here is always full of hustle and bustle. No matter what period, as long as there are periodic holidays, most people will always have an extremely lazy mood on the first day after the holidays.

　　Mr. Goodman is like this. Due to the closure of the mechanical processing plant, he had to look for a new job in the newspaper. But as an experienced manager, he soon had a new source of income.

　　 I am currently employed by the famous Kuks Textile Company in Nolan City. This is a true multinational company, and its products can be found in the three kingdoms. Whether it is the princess who is worried about the situation of mathematicians, or the mathematicians who are worried, they will contact their products.

　　 And its headquarters is located in Nolan City. If Mr. Goodman had not been a HR manager with a friend he knew when he was young, he would not have had the opportunity to get the job.

　　 He stood in the foyer of his house, watching his wife arranging her collar on her toes.

　　 "May come back later in the evening, it's almost winter, and work may be busy."

　　 "It's okay, my dear. Be careful on the way."

　　 The woman stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek, took off her apron and opened the door. He didn't face the cold air unexpectedly, and walked into the yard with his husband in cotton slippers.

　　 "Recently, it's really not peaceful. This morning's daily newspaper urgently published the accident of the gas pipe and steam pipe exploding last night. I don't know who destroyed whom."

　　 Mr. Goodman is wearing a brown plush suit, holding a black briefcase in his right hand, and a pair of shiny leather shoes on his feet. Of course, if you don’t wear cotton socks, your toes cannot withstand such temperatures.

"It's not important. Those **** blood-sucking worms charge such a high steam and gas fee every month, and a copper can't be less. Now it has exploded. Oh~ the people in the city hall are holding our golden pounds. Do you want to play?"

　　 As a housewife, Mrs. Goodman is very attentive to the things of home life.

　　 "Will the city hall care about ordinary taxpayers like us?"

　　 Speaking of this, the middle-aged gentleman couldn't help but complain, but he quickly refreshed. In fact, it was the cold wind this morning that forced him to shut his mouth.

　　 After all, there is still some distance between the explosion that happened on the other side of the city and their lives. As long as this is not artificial and the prisoners do not live next door, they will not really have any fear.

　　 "Speak up."

　　 While talking, the two of them walked outside. Mrs. Goodman looked at her neighbor, the single Mr. William's house.

　　 "Speaking of which, what does Mr. Williams do? Although he goes out to work every day, he feels much more relaxed than you."

　　 "an apprentice in an antique shop."

　　 Mr. Goodman replied,

　　 "Then why does he live here..."

　　 Seeing that his wife showed an expression of disbelief, the man tugged at her, and then whispered:

　　 "Don't talk nonsense. Do you remember the party I attended when I joined the company last week? My boss is the stingy fat man. He mentioned some things."

　　 whispered the rumor he had heard in his wife's ear, and the unbelievable expression on the woman's face became stronger.

　　 "Don't talk nonsense to others."

The man stretched out his hand and exhorted, but his face was still smug, because he knew a secret his wife didn't know: "Mr. Williams looks very young although he is younger. But this is a real gentleman. Real nobles. We don’t want to discuss this kind of high society things casually, and no one wants to get ourselves into trouble..."

　　 He closed his mouth and greeted Mrs. Margaret, a widow living alone, a neighbor on the same street.

　　 The woman's complexion was a bit bad, but she stopped to talk to the couple for a while. After she left, a middle-aged man with a briefcase also walked past Margaret's house. Although he was a stranger he had never seen before, he probably took a detour to work.

　　 Thinking of this, Mr. Goodman couldn't help thinking about his future. Due to the bankruptcy of the original company, he has to adapt to a new job at this age. Although it is good to work a lifetime in a textile company, the work intensity is too great.

　　 "Is Mrs. Margaret getting a little fat? In summer, she is not like this."

　　 Mrs. Goodman didn't pay attention to her husband's expression, but stood on tiptoes and looked at the woman's away figure. She has no habit of spying on the privacy of her neighbors, but since she lives on the same street, she is always curious.

　　 "Probably because it is too cold today and too many clothes."

　　 Mr. Goodman replied absently, worrying about his hairline in his heart. This is something that middle-aged men should pay attention to. He is no longer a young man like his neighbor Mr. William. Time is fair to everyone.

　　Because of the former owner of the house where Mr. Williams lives, the Mr. Baron who is ill from gambling does not often appear here, so in fact, the Goodman family and Widow Margaret are the neighbors who often communicate with each other. But until now, the Goodmans don't know the specific situation of Mrs. Margaret, they just heard her talk about their tragic past.

　　 "I'm going to be late, then see you tonight."

　　 The middle-aged man pushed open the fence door, looked to the sides with some guilty conscience, and then quickly kissed his wife's cheek.

"See you tonight."

　　 The woman said the same, and then watched her husband walk into the early morning mist.

　　 "Ahem."

　　 She coughed twice, not because of illness, but the air.

　　 "The newspaper seems to say that a bill to regulate exhaust gas is about to be introduced."

　　 She closed the gate, muttered quietly, and then quickly dropped the question. She is just a petty citizen, and this kind of question should be considered by the gentlemen of the city hall and the house.

　　 My own cat also ran out, yelled at her softly, and then looked at the second floor window of the house next door. It shuddered, as if it had seen something terrible, and quickly fled back into the house with its tail between.

　　 Mrs. Goodman also turned her head to look to the other side, the curtain in Mr. Williams' bedroom was carelessly not closed.

　　 "It's called chocolate."

　　 She looked at the cat on the window sill and whispered, her face flushed immediately when she thought of the young William sleeping in bed.

Chapter 289 Chapter 285 Not a Fraud

　　 Just when the neighbors were talking about Jenkins, he just woke up while lying on his own bed. Having had dinner at Hathaway's last night, the two have been talking in the study. The content ranges from recent anecdotes to occult knowledge, from wars on the other side of the mainland to lace news of the kingdom's nobles, and it was almost midnight that Jenkins wanted to leave.

　　 But Hathaway pointed out that since he wanted to use "a guest at a friend's house" as an alibi, it would be unnatural to leave at midnight.

　　 So Jenkins slept in the guest room of Hathaway's residence for one night, and just got home this morning. Today the boss of the lumber yard will bring the wood he bought, and the fireplace is finally ready for use.

　　Although it was negotiated that the horse-drawn carriage could arrive at around ten in the morning, it was close to lunch when Jenkins finally saw the boss who personally escorted the wood. According to the agreement, he found two workers to help Jenkins deal with the basement, and Jenkins also paid a lot of transportation expenses.

　　 These are all necessary. In the foreseeable future, this house will always be his residence, so this golden pound cannot be saved.

When 　　 sent these workers away, it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon.

　　 Jenkins soothed the cat, who was upset by the noise, and lit the fireplace in the living room. Putting the tongs aside, looking at the bright yellow flame, he finally smiled.

　　 It was until the maid made dinner and cleaned up the lawn outside the house before Jenkins finally got free. The sun has set, and he didn't go out all day today.

　　 According to the plan, the set of sofas were pulled near the fireplace. Jenkins turned off the gas lamp in the living room and sat on the sofa in pajamas, preparing to process the reply to Eldron.

　　 "Maybe tomorrow, Elderron will be able to catch the group of scammers, so I won't have to write any more letters."

　　 He comforted himself like this, stroking the cat's back spine, and it made a sound similar to purring.

　　 After hearing about "successful investment", not everyone, like the gentleman on the green road, directly sent cash to express their participation.

　　Most people are cautiously asking about the details of this investment, but they all show interest.

　　 "This is what you forced me..."

　　 Jenkins has already planned, considering the distressing economic situation now, he will not invest too much money in this matter. Therefore, in order to continue the lie of "investment success", the funds to ensure the authenticity of Miss Fabry's identity can only be provided by the recipient himself.

　　 Until this time, Jenkins has sent out questionnaires to Elderon many times. In order to maintain the authenticity, he will occasionally put out small batches of questionnaires even if he does not receive a reply.

　　 Because the content of the questionnaire involves living habits, and he formulates more detailed questions based on each questionnaire, so he can almost use the content of the questionnaire to judge the financial situation of each recipient.

　　 He doesn't want to be a scammer, just to maintain his "just cause", so he will never defraud others. This night, Jenkins, who was determined to successfully pretend to be the "Miss Fabry of Successful Investment", spent a lot of effort sorting through thousands of replies, and then according to the details of the questionnaire, the financial situation of the respondents was roughly divided into five category.

　　 He exaggerated the profitability of mines to the richest kind of responders. But at the same time, it was "euphemistically" that those people in Nolan who have already participated in investment are unwilling to accept new participants with large sums of money to share the gold pound. In order to express apology and gratitude, and to prove that "Miss Fabry" really made a lot of money and no longer needed financial assistance, the envelope included a gold pound note.

　　 This is a lot of money, almost to clean Jenkins' pockets, but he knows it will be rewarded. Fishing always needs bait.

　　 "Although this description is strange, it is definitely not a fraud. I swear to the goddess, I will never seek a copper penny in this incident! This is a just cause!"

　　 He said this, drew the holy emblem on his chest, then closed his eyes and lowered his head, clasping his fists on his chest.

　　 For the respondent with the worst economic ability, Jenkins directly stated that the mining industry can accept some small participants. The initial investment can be in shillings. After you make money, you can increase your investment.

　　 Use this as a standard to write five different types of replies according to the level of wealth and poverty. Then, at the end of the letters of the last three types of replyers, add the account number of the bearer account they just bought today, and they can send money directly to the account.

　　This also guarantees that Jenkins will no longer reply to the three types of replyers who are not wealthy, but only accept the reply, and then transfer the funds to the account. Once they actually send the money, Jenkins will transfer 150% of the "profit" to the account from which the money was sent within 3 to 5 working days.

　　 The extra 50% comes from the two wealthiest investors. After "rejecting" the investment intention this time, they can send a large sum of money directly as long as they want to get rid of it. Taking advantage of the time difference, claiming that "the money is too large and needs to be turned over", the two batches of replies were postponed to remit remittances, and they continued to use the method of dismantling the eastern wall to supplement the western wall to operate the funds. As long as it works properly, plus Jenkins' cash on hand, it can maintain at least three rounds and make everyone profitable.

　　 After that, he used verbal hints to show that Miss Fabry has more shares of mining interest, but the funds are limited. It is recommended that investors attract more peers to participate. In order to make the "business" more fair, each time a new investor is successfully attracted, they can get a larger reward...

In this reciprocal cycle, as the master of all investments and the controller of the largest funds, as long as the income is distributed reasonably, the funds are gathered together, and the speed of profit distribution is slowed to balance the income and expenditures, then at least half a year can be maintained without lies. Puncture.

As for what should happen in half a year, Jenkins believes that after such a long period of time, the scammers have been arrested, and he can hide his fame and fame deeply, withhold the last principal, and return the money according to the remittance records to all those who have not had time to make a profit. "Loss" investors.

　　 "Yes, this is very good, very good. There will be no harm to the interests of innocent people. Except that I will lose some time, everyone just temporarily ‘deposits’ their money in my account."

　　 Jenkins firmly believes in this, although he learned the above routines from the column of science popularization and legal system. But this is not a crime, yes, he insists on it.

#290-Chapter 290

　　Knowledge is power. After writing the plan eloquently, Jenkins showed a smile of justice on his face:

　　 "In order to convince the crooks of the Green Avenue that Miss Fabry really exists, and to learn more about them, my sacrifice is really great, but everything is for justice!"

　　 This plan is perfect. Although the principle seems complicated, the operation after Jenkins only needs to control the account with a fake identity and keep sending out new letters.

　　 Of course, if the plan fails, Miss Fabry can use this as an excuse to disappear successfully. Although Jenkins may lose some gold in this way, as long as the matter is over, it will be worth it.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate lay on the cashmere carpet in front of the stove, feeling the warmth. It turned its furry cat's head to look at its owner. His mouth opened wide to reveal the pink flesh inside, and Cat Hitomi looked at the words that kept automatically appearing on the blank paper.

　　 The cat's face showed a very humane and interested look, stood up, jumped onto the sofa gracefully, stood on the top of the backrest of the sofa, and looked down at Jenkins' plan.

　　 This is the era of correspondence, and citizens will never know what the identity of the stranger at the other end of the mailbox is.

　　 The red and blue moonlight illuminates Jenkins's disguised figure. He carried a sack originally filled with flour and stuffed thousands of letters into the mailbox.

　　Even in third-rate novels, there will be no such funny scenes, but Jenkins has justice in his heart and does not care about his image at the moment.

　　 Through many correspondences with the suspect on Luyin Avenue, he roughly learned about the situation in that house. If the content of the reply is true, Jenkins believes that he will be able to make effective judgments soon. In fact, at this time, he could even describe the decorations in that house. The respondent's love for Miss "Fabry" seemed a little too strong.

　　 But no matter what happens to the young people's romance, Jenkins feels that he should be able to help the church and arrest the fraudsters as soon as possible.

　　 The whole day of Tuesday was also very boring. Because of the cold weather, Jenkins spent the whole day reading books in front of the fireplace, practicing rituals, and revising the first draft of Frozen. He originally planned to send the reply letter to Miss Mary, but unexpectedly discovered that there were some imperfections in the two books, so he decided to revise it again.

　　 "Since it has been so long, it is not bad for the next two days."

　　 He thought so, and he didn't know how far Miss Stuart was feeling at this time in a foreign country.

　　 Jenkins also tried to make potions-[Witch’s Kiss]. In addition to strict techniques and qualified materials, spirits are also necessary to make potions.

　　 In this process, Jenkins also understood why the old Jack said that only a gifter with the original ability of the green soul is qualified to deploy the potion. As stated in the letter, while slowly stirring the clarified reagent in the bubbling cauldron, he felt the subtle green spirit overflowing from the depths of his body and soul.

　　 Because the configuration of the medicine requires a confined space, Jenkinsted chose his own basement. Just beside the pile of burning wood, as the dark yellow flame rose up, ancient words were chanted from Jenkins' mouth.

　　 This ancient word means to pray to all things in the forest. The general meaning is similar to today’s prayers, but the difference is that the object of prayer is a certain part of the world.

　　 opened his arms and maintained a hug-like posture, representing the uncontrolled overflow of the spirit of vitality and healing, and the emblem of the soul's original ability appeared at Jenkins' feet. Vaguely behind him, a phantom of a towering giant tree appeared, but no one noticed this except for the suddenly exploded chocolate.

The finished product of Witch’s Kiss was a viscous liquid with an ambiguous pink color. It smelled a peculiar aroma. He thought of the smell of brand-new parchment paper, the smell of chocolate after the shower, and the smell of Hathaway. If there is no powdery smell.

　　After the finished product is made, Jenkins puts it in the bottle and shakes it vigorously according to the final step, and then stretches his head to the bottle with the chocolate to unplug the bottle. As a result, one person and one cat sneezed vigorously until they returned to a ventilated place on the first floor.

　　 "Is this a success?"

　　He put the finished product, three ampoules on the table. They do have a green aura, and their physical appearance is exactly the same as what old Jack said. But the extraordinary potion must be cautious. It is not impossible to see death after a sip. The greater possibility is that physical distortion or mental confusion will occur.

To confirm the quality of potions, in addition to inhumane but trustworthy methods such as live experiments, most configurers and purchasers judge by color, smell, etc. After all, besides maliciously configured potions, real and fake medicines are owned The possibility of the same appearance, taste and color is small.

　　 "Probably it was a success."

Jenkins finally made this judgment. If his labor costs are not included, the cost of these three potions is about 1 pound, 13 shillings and 6 pence, so the selling price must be at least 10 pounds to prevent buyers from thinking that it is. Fake and shoddy products.

　　 Due to the scarcity of the green original ability, the number of gifters who can deploy potions is actually very small. According to Old Jack's letter, even if he possesses the original ability of healing, the degree of harmony between the spirit itself and the natural power can only be determined after trying to configure the first potion.

　　 "Am I in harmony with nature? So, is my original ability, destiny, healing, or fighting?"