He knew from the moment he was pulled back near death that his soul was a **** lacking divinity, and his body at this moment was only a little worse than that of the living saints. Not only is he missing the deadly part, his resistance to abnormal states is greatly improved, but more importantly, as long as he is still a gifter and the spirit of the world flows in his body, his age and appearance will be permanently stagnated at this moment.

　　 This is the real undead. Through ritual communication with the world, he acknowledged his immortality, and the world made up for the shortcomings of the mortal body for him.

　　 The white [Undead] still emits dim light in front of my eyes, until he endures the pain to get the bullet/bullet out of the body, and then heals the wound with healing breath, it returns to its normal state.

　　 Raising his hand, a flame flew out, whether it was the scorched corpse or the muddy flesh under the boulder. Relying on the characteristic of not being extinguished on its own initiative, the corpse was quickly burned to ashes, and the blood stains on the ground were patiently dug out of the soil to be disposed of.

　　 He took one last look at the alley, and hurriedly left with the package.

　　 pretended that nothing happened, and then returned to the Holy See in a carriage and put down the package, the mask was still on him.

　　 He warmly greeted everyone he met, and had lunch with the children of a certain choir. They have all read Jenkins' fairy tales, so even if the nuns are warning everyone to be quiet for a while, the children still can't restrain their excitement.

　　 spent nearly two hours reading story books with the children in the afternoon, and even invited a photographer to take a group photo for them. In addition, everyone asked Jenkins to hang the Ritter Award medal and the medal symbolizing the status of the baron.

　　 Medal Studies can become a specialized subject, so naturally there is his truth. In the knighthood system of the Fidi Ketli Kingdom, there are special requirements for the noble medals of each level.

Section 429 Chapter 423 Revenge (4/10)

　　 For a baron like Jenkins, the medal of knighthood is in the shape of the upper and lower circle, and the outermost circle must be silver. This means that he is a nobleman for life, and his knighthood cannot be inherited. The hereditary aristocracy also distinguished whether there is territory or not, and divided the colors into pure gold and red gold.

Outside the main body of the 　　 medal, the left and right sides are decorated like two wings protruding outward. The Viscount has four, and so on, to the Duke, there are a total of ten wings on the left and right.

　　 Baron can already be called a true nobleman, so he is allowed to design his own medal's main content. This will become the family crest of Jenkins Williams' descendants until he obtains a higher rank.

　　 He is absolutely too lazy to design this kind of thing, so he directly let the father who is proficient in heraldry design it. The final plan he gave was a golden book pattern entwined by green branches, but he didn't explain the specific meaning to Jenkins.

　　Because I was going to the dance party in the evening, I left early at around 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

　　 wandered around after entering the city, and bought a red scarf for his father in an interesting shop.

　　 After confirming that no one was following, he walked into the alley. When he walked out from the other side, he had become another person.

　　 Black Rose Bar is a small bar in a slum in the south of the city. In addition to legal and illegal drinks, it also works part-time in arms sales, contraband smuggling, skin and meat business and other activities.

　　 He deliberately selected a burly, rude-looking image, and chocolate magically changed his coat color to variegated, which looks like the most common wild cat.

　　 kicked over the two boys who deliberately approached, glared at the two thieves, took a sip to the ground, and swaggered into the bar.

　　 "A glass of ale!"

　　 With a disguised accent, he casually leaned on the bar, ejecting three coppers and pushing them to the bartender.

　　 "Sir, these are not enough, the price in winter is more expensive."

　　 He shrugged, and fumbled through the roomy clothes again.

　　 Chalahan Higgins sat in a separate compartment inside the Black Rose Bar, holding his own card in his hand, and looking fiercely at the lucky guy on the opposite side.

　　There were a bunch of rude men joining in the fun at the side of the blocking table. They all watched the last deal of cards with excitement.

　　 The one-eyed old man looked at the two gamblers and distributed the cards to them with a wooden ruler.

　　 "Heh~"

　　Higgins lowered his head, raised his eyebrows after opening the card with his thumb. He put that finger on the corner of his mouth and licked it, then grabbed a handful of banknotes from the side of his wrist and threw it to the center of the card table roughly.

　　 The man opposite nodded and made the same action.

　　 "Ha~ I won!"

　　Higgins laughed and threw his hole card onto the table with his right hand, while the one held by his left hand slipped silently into the shaft of the black leather boot.

　　 "Oh, damn, I will touch you with a one in percent chance!"

　　 his opponent shouted in annoyance, and a few seconds later he was pushed aside by another gambler who couldn't wait.

　　 "It's me!"

　　 The new opponent also looks confident.

　　 "Let's play, I'm going to rest for a while."

　　 Higgins stood up, made an obscene gesture, and opened the door amidst the laughter of the room full of people.

　　 He first walked to the bar and made a gesture to the bartender. The bartender took a dark beer bottle from under the bar and placed it in front of him.

　　 "Not enough wine this time? You didn't take a sip?"

　　 "The delivery person said, that's all."

　　The bartender shrugged and stopped talking.

　　 Higgins picked up the bottle, rudely picked up the glass of the guest beside him and drank it, and then walked out of the bar.

　　 "Ahem~ Damn air."

He was also choked by the fog and felt a little swelling in his abdomen, so he turned into another alley. The hand holding the wine bottle held the wall to prevent it from being splashed, but it happened to press on a group of dirty graffiti. Untied his belt with one hand.

　　 Click~

　　 This is the sound of the pistol insurance being turned on, Higgins is familiar with it.

　　 He sighed, buckled his belt again, and turned around. The man who had just been robbed of a glass of wine was facing him with his gun.

"Although the real gang values ​​their own dignity, they value their own lives. I never fight for trivial matters. It's not worth it. You don't even know this. Who are you messing with? Boss Lewis? Or Ka Sister Qiusha?"

"I want this!"

　　 The man raised his chin at the wine bottle in his hand.

"This? Oh~ It turned out to be a robbery. My impression of you has been lowered a lot. If you have the courage to raise your gun and point it at me, I thought you were at least a brave hunting dog. Now even the pubic lice in women* are counted. Not on."

　　 A disappointed expression really appeared on his face.

　　 "Do as I say, don't make extra moves."

　　 "Excessive action?"

　　Higgins showed a contemptuous expression, then suddenly raised his finger to the man holding the gun, and drew a complicated pattern in the air.

　　 But nothing happened, the man still pointed the gun firmly at him.

　　 "Why?"

　　 "You are only a level 1 gifter. Illusion doesn't work for me. It's normal."

　　 Now it's the gunman's turn to show a contemptuous expression: "Now, hand over the bottle."

"Ok!"

　　 The hard man immediately softened, and his face was replaced with a pleasing smile: "My lord, if you had known your identity a long time ago, how could I have done such a stupid thing?"

　　 He raised his right hand and squatted down, put the bottle on the ground with his left hand, and then raised both hands together and rubbed back little by little.

　　 "You can just take it. If it is not enough, I can notify you when the next batch arrives."

　　 "Will you not resist?"

　　 the man asked.

　　 "Oh, what are you talking about, there is nothing more precious than life in this world. Besides, I am obviously not your opponent either."

　　 "Oh, it turns out that there is really no other hole card."

　　 The man said, rushing over.

　　 When Higgins woke up again, his position had changed to a narrow house. The house is full of a choking musty smell. There are not many such houses in the slums. After all, not every bachelor who goes out to work has the opportunity to come back again.

　　 He struggled, and found that half of his body was covered with frost, and his hands and feet were tied up. The man just now sat on a chair two meters away and looked at it quietly.

　　 The windows of the house were nailed with wooden boards, and only a few rays of sunlight entered through the cracks and small holes that were moth-eaten, and scattered dust could be seen in the sunlight. I can't see the man's expression clearly, but Higgins understands that he may have really encountered a major event today.

Section 430 Chapter 424 Provocation (5/10)

　　 "You didn't do it for that bottle of spices!"

　　 Higgins said confidently.

　　 "Of course not, I did it for this..."

　　 A dark thing was thrown from the man's hand to the ground. Higgins squinted his eyes for a while before realizing that it was a rather ugly mask.

　　 The cold sweat shed immediately, and he finally understood what he had encountered today, and finally understood what mistake he had made.

"what is this?"

　　 "Sir...this..."

　　 "My time is running out, you better hurry up."

　　Higgins swallowed, "Kill me, I won't say it."

　　嘭~

　　子/Bullet penetrated through his forehead, and Higgins didn't even have time to show a surprised expression, so he lay on the ground.

Jenkins sighed and hid the corpse under the bed. After simply handling the scene, he walked outside the door. After closing the door, the hair pulled from the corpse was sandwiched between the door lock and the door frame, and then left immediately. .

　　 The dance at night was as boring as imagined. Although there was no disturbance during the dance due to the emergency training of Miss Stuart, there was nothing else that made Jenkins interesting.

　　 People wear bright clothes and dance with the band in the banquet hall like the day. The gas lamp and the candles on the chandelier work together to make the ladies' jewels shine.

　　 As a new nobleman without any blood background, he was also welcomed by some noble ladies, especially in this era, people generally believe that writers are people with romantic nature.

　　 This fully shows that the people's understanding is not necessarily correct. Anyway, Jenkins has no plans to make friends with those women. After all, after returning to Nolan City, he may not come to the capital for a long time.

　　 But he will not refuse the ladies' requests to invite dancing. After all, he always sits, which makes him look very embarrassed.

　　Miss Windsor is Jenkins's female companion in name. She probably hates this kind of social activities, because she even refuses every gentleman who invites to dance. Even Jenkins just walked into the banquet hall with her, and then sat on the sofa in the lounge area, holding a goblet to take care of the chocolates for Jenkins.

　　 declined some invitations to talk privately, and was not interested in talking to the young people who had come over. When the ladies finally found that his attention was always on Miss Windsor, Jenkins finally had a chance to take a break.

　　 "You have made up your mind, not to interfere with any noble affairs?"

"Yes it is."

　　 He wrinkled without looking at the desktop: "Is there no juice here?"

　　 "......"

　　 Miss Windsor looked at him with incredible eyes: "Do you have alcohol allergy?"

　　 "No, it's just that I don't like drinking, it will numb my spirit, which is not good for work and writing."

　　 "Unexpectedly, in this crazy era, there will still be people like you..."

　　 As she said, she reached out her hand and snapped her fingers, and the passing waiter stopped immediately and bent down to listen to her request.

"a glass of juice......"

　　 looked at Jenkins.

　　 "Anything is fine."

　　He shrugged.

　　 "Okay, sir."

　　 After the waiter left, Jenkins leaned back on the back of the sofa, and chocolate strolled down on his knees again.

　　 "Snapping your fingers is not what a lady should do."

　　 "But I don't want to be any lady, I want to be the Duke of Windsor."

　　 According to the lace news learned by Jenkins, the current Duke of Windsor only intends to pass on the title to his daughter, but in fact Miss Windsor has a double-digit brother.

　　 He showed some smiles, but then quickly covered it up:

　　 "I don't want to be a qualified nobleman, my pursuit is higher, higher than you think."

　　 "The Archbishop of Nolan?"

　　 She looked at Jenkins through the purple liquid, and for a moment, the man turned into a terrifying appearance in her sight.

　　 She put her hands down in a panic, but she concealed her feelings well.

　　 "I will not answer this question."

　　 Jenkins stroked his cat with one hand, took a sip of grape juice from the waiter, and still felt a bit of alcohol.