Section 433 Chapter 427 Club Negotiations (8/10)

　　 Duke Galvin got into big trouble, someone reported that he had hidden illegal weapons in his manor. Regardless of the truth, the family is doomed to be unlucky for a long time after the royal family announced the start of the formal investigation.

　　 Most people’s guess is that the Church of Knowledge and Books is taking revenge. Only a handful of people understand that it is not just a force that kills.

　　 No one dared to provoke Jenkins easily anymore, only some aristocratic ladies are willing to post their letters to Jenkins’s residence. And Jenkins has no time to consider the hospitable girls, because the old man sent a letter.

　　 To be more precise, it was the old man who forwarded a letter. This is Mr. Bro, the bookseller who hasn't seen him for a long time. He heard the news that Jenkins won the prize and learned that he would definitely go to Berdylan, so he wanted to meet him in the capital. But it is a pity that Jenkins had already set off when the letter arrived on St. George Street. It was the father who took care of the house for him. He found the letter in the mailbox in front of the door and sent it in time.

　　Mr. Bro would like to meet Jenkins at ten o'clock in the morning this Saturday, at the Quill Makers Club in the city center, or the "Fidictley Writers Association." He happened to have to go to town to deal with Miss Audrey's commission, so he dropped in.

Unlike the low-key Mr. Ink Club, the Quill Pen Club is on Silver Cross Road, the main road in the capital, and opposite is a bookstore named Owl. Standing across the road, Jenkins can even see his fairy tale book placed in the glass window. Inside. Several children gathered around the bookstore, lying on the glass, watching the Snow White on the cover bend over to pick up the green poisonous apple.

　　 "I'm looking for Mr. Bro."

　　 walked into the club's door, he took off his hat, and knocked on the reception counter. The young girl looked up and saw Jenkins's face, and almost screamed:

　　 "You are, Mr. William!"

　　 "Yes, can you tell me where Mr. Brow is?"

　　 "Oh, yes, of course. I am the most loyal reader of "Stories of Foreigners", that is really a good book..."

　　 Some over-enthusiastic girl personally sent Jenkins to the door of the room, and he could only say goodbye to her while smiling.

　　 "Long time no see, Baron Williams."

　　 "Long time no see, Mr. Bro."

The wealthy businessman stood up to greet him with a smile on his face: "Although it is late now, I still want to congratulate you on winning the Ritter Award. I think you should not mind if we print this news on the cover of the book. on."

　　 "Of course I don't mind."

　　 He waved his hand and sat down, and the merchant immediately greeted the servant standing by to pour the drink.

　　 "I am very happy to see you in Berdyland, this is a pretty beautiful city. Oh, it's not that Nolan City is bad, it's just air..."

　　 His hand waved in the air, Jenkins smiled and nodded:

　　 "I hope that the new plan implemented next year can play a role, but I still maintain a pessimistic attitude."

"me too."

　　 He blinked at Jenkins, then the two raised their glasses and touched them.

　　Mr. Bro was originally a bookseller cooperating with the Church of the Sages. After accidentally obtaining the publishing rights of Jenkins' books, his business gained implicit support from the church. Compared with when the two first met, his career has expanded to an astonishing scale.

　　 Of course the keen businessman knows what this is because he will not have trouble with those golden coins and beautiful banknotes, so he knows what he should do the most.

　　 The amount of the book this time is 793 pounds, far exceeding Jenkins's expectation. Even if the profits in foreign countries have to be shared with the local booksellers, it is still very substantial under the accumulation of small gains.

　　 The two chatted for a while on political news, and then talked about the club. Mr. Bro strongly recommends Jenkins to be a member here, because all the well-known writers in the kingdom are members here.

　　 "How much gold pounds do you need?"

　　 he asked bluntly.

　　 "If it's someone else, it's about 23 pounds a year, but you don't need to spend any money."

He shook his cup: "The average writer hopes to make friends with more powerful colleagues here, and also wants to use this to promote his books. But you don’t need these. I know that the Church of the Sage also owns shares in this club. How crazy can I dare to charge you membership fees?"

　　 Become a member of the club and get an exquisite feather-shaped badge. Most cities in the country have branches of this club, which of course includes the city of Nolan. After becoming a member, Jenkins does not need to spend a copper, can get a lounge in the club at any time, enjoy the activities in the club, and get free three meals, afternoon tea and supper service.

　　 He has no reason to refuse.

　　 Mr. Bro also wanted to know how well Jenkins’ next book was prepared and whether it could be published at the end of next year. He got a very pleasant answer.

　　 "There are still some details to be revised. At the end of this month or the beginning of the next month, you will probably be able to come up with the first draft."

　　 "You have finished writing?"

"It can be said like this."

　　 "Oh, dear Baron, please accept my bow. I have never seen a well-known and diligent writer like you. May the sage bless you, every writer can have your spirit."

　　 Saying goodbye to the enthusiastic businessman, the man and cat set off again. Miss Audrey’s dance class teacher was Hill Caroline when she was young, and the poor old man lived alone in an alley in a slum.

　　 Just after paying the fare to the coachman, Jenkins saw two horse-drawn carriages with police badges parked at the entrance of the alley, and there were some whispering pedestrians nearby.

　　 "Oh, sage~"

　　 He sighed softly, picked up the cat who was behind his feet and walked over. The alley has been sealed off by the police, but some corpses with obvious marks of gunshot wounds can be seen lying inside.

　　 "Excuse me, what happened here?"

　　 He asked the middle-aged police officer who prevented the crowd from approaching. The police officer carefully checked his clothes, raised his hand and twisted his hat to a suitable position so that the police badge was facing forward, and then said in a polite tone:

"Dear sir, a group of gangsters met here last night and unfortunately involved the residents nearby. We are dealing with the corpses of these poor guys. Although there will be no plague in winter, we must find a place to bury the corpses. local."

　　 "Excuse me..."

　　 As he said, he took out a note from his pocket anxiously: "Well, yes, how is Mrs. Caroline who lives in Room 201 of Apartment 3?"

Section 434 Chapter 428 Circus (9/10)

When 　　 took the note with the address from his pocket, one side of his coat shook out inadvertently, revealing the Baron Medal hanging on his chest.

　　 "Please wait, Mr. Baron, I will help you ask."

　　 The middle-aged police officer bowed in a flustered manner, then quickly turned and ran inward.

　　 Five minutes later, a detective in a yellow trench coat and a black hat walked over with the police officer. He nodded at Jenkins politely, and then said:

"Sir, if the person you are looking for is 53-year-old Ms. Hill Caroline, the residents say that she has not returned home for many days, and it is said that she went to visit her friend in Weixinka Village on the outskirts of the city. From the record. From the perspective, this lady was scammed a few days ago, and the recent economic situation is very bad..."

　　 was already prepared for the death of Carolyn's mother-in-law, and Jenkins was deeply moved when she learned that she was still alive. Before he heard the news, he was really worried that the old lady would be implicated by his bad luck.

　　 "I really am not a character like a "walking **** of death". The death incident is more suitable for the detective profession, not the writer..."

　　 It's probably because there have been too many deaths in recent times to have this idea. In short, after asking about the specific location, he took a carriage out of the city again.

　　Vixinka Village is a small village attached to the city of Berdylan. Except that the villagers can easily enter the city, it has no characteristics like other villages in the kingdom.

　　 The dirt road leading to the small village was very bumpy, so that when I got off the car, because of the violent shaking, I even had the urge to vomit. But the air in the outskirts was fresher, and he felt better after taking a few breaths.

　　 The villagers are very puzzled by the arrival of strangers, but it only takes a few pennies to get enthusiastic guidance services. Granny Caroline’s friend lived in the village, and when Jenkins shouted the door outside the simple fence, the owner was also at home.

　　 "Is Ms. Hill Caroline here now? I have a letter to send to her!"

　　 "Letter?"

　　 The old woman who came out of the room covered her ears and responded with a louder voice:

"Oh, young man, she just left from me a few hours ago, I think she should have gone back to the city. If you can’t find anyone at her house, then Caroline must be at Spencer Square, she and I said that today the circus came to the city to perform there! The one with the brown beads is her, and she always thinks that thing is beautiful!"

　　 Jenkins, who was emptied again, could only return to the city, but when he walked to the village, he remembered that he had forgotten to pay the driver to wait for half an hour. Now he has no way to go back.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate patted his neck with his front paws, and Jenkins suddenly took out the bone whistle.

　　The small road back to the city is filled with farmland on both sides, so the possibility of being seen is very small. But Jenkins still maintained his usual cautious style and changed his image before blowing the bone whistle.

　　 With the sharp sound cutting through the air, the thick black air floated from the bone whistle and hovered in front of Jenkins. When the black air dissipated, a skeletal horse impatiently stepped on the ground with its front hoof, waiting for one person and one cat to set off.

　　 returned to the city very smoothly. Since it was Saturday, the citizens also had time to travel. Spencer's Square is the second largest public square in the city of Berduran, and different performances or activities are held here in each month of the year.

　　 A huge tent has been set up on the square at this time, dressed up as a funny clown and collecting tickets at the entrance.

　　 Jenkins was surrounded by the crowd, and had no choice but to follow them forward, and then was pushed to the front unknowingly. Now I definitely couldn't find a way to quit, and thought that this time I was originally going to travel, so I happily paid my own 10 pence.

　　 There was a lot of people in the tent or outside the tent. In order to take care of his cute cat and prevent the children from jumping up and touching it, Jenkins could only find a higher position in the corner. There was a young man writing in a notebook and a woman with a melancholy face beside him.

　　 is performing acrobatics in the field. First, the painted clown rode out from behind the scenes on a unicycle, and then threw five oranges with both hands.

　　 He said something to the audience in a sharp voice, but Jenkins's position was so bad that only a buzzing sound could be heard.

"Did you enjoy your stay?"

　　 He raised his right hand and rubbed the cat's chin with his fingers.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate squinted his eyes, and rubbed his beard against Jenkins's profile.

　　 The circus in the morning will last until about 12 o'clock. If you want to continue watching, you must buy a new ticket in the afternoon. Jenkins came here at 11:10, so it can be regarded as catching up with the finale performance of the morning field.

　　 There are three clowns in uniform, with red, green and blue hair to distinguish them. The three of them each held a rapier, and they were fighting in a round arena filled with various sundries.

　　Because of the performance effect, the so-called "duel" is more like adding the collision sound effect of the long sword in the process of performing various acrobatics. But this is enough to make the audience more excited, especially since they always think that someone will die in the next second.

　　 Jenkins thought his money was worthwhile, but he did not forget the purpose of this time. There are at least a few thousand people in the circus tent, and it is not easy to find an old lady with brown beads in it.

　　 Until the end of the circus performance, the clown, magician and animal trainer and his animal companions thanked the audience, Jenkins still did not find his goal.

　　 He stood there waiting for the crowd in front to clear, and with a casual glance, he actually saw an elderly lady with brown beads sneaking into the backstage.

　　 "Is this this person? What is she going to do?"

　　 Jenkins raised some eyebrows, blinked his eyes, and some special brilliance appeared in his vision.

　　 "What circus is this, 1, 2...9 gifters?"

　　 felt bad in his heart, and seemed to be involved in trouble accidentally. He held his face and shrank back, and the light and shadow of the flowing water changed on his body, and his figure, clothes and face shape had subtle changes with the light and shadow.

　　 Chocolate also shook his hair began to change color, and then looked curiously in that direction.

Jenkins’ hunch was right. When there were less than fifty spectators left at the door, a muffled noise came from the backstage, and then a lion with scorched hair broke through the wooden wall and flew out. , Tumbling a few times and stopped in the center of the stage.

Section 435 Chapter 429 Second Mask (10/10)

　　 The audience who remained at the end were taken aback, thinking that the performance was not over yet.

　　 The soft flute sounded from the farther back, and the magician dressed up the young man playing the wooden flute with one hand and ran out in a panic. This was a lullaby that Jenkins was familiar with, so he "coincidentally" fell on the belly of the person in front of him.

　　Because the circus has not had time to clean up after the performance, there are still some ropes left on the round ground. Several rays of light flew out from the hole penetrated by the lion, and the hemp rope shook a few times and turned into a cobra spitting out letters, separating the lion from the magician.

　　 "God bless me!"

　　 The young man yelled, throwing his black top hat away. It swirled and floated in the air, and the cobra automatically flew into the cap tube.

　　 The clown who maintained order at the entrance had already blocked the entrance, and the audience did not realize that there were still a few people who had not come out. He obviously hasn't understood what happened, but he also knows to help his companions.

　　 A fist-sized green ball of light was thrown from the heart of his hand and hit the lion directly. It snarled and recovered some strength, then stood up swayingly.

　　 "Except for the magician who is level 2, the other circus members are level 6. There is also a level 7 who seems to be the old man just now..."

　　 Jenkins concluded in his heart, seeing no one noticed here, he moved quietly towards the exit.

　　He doesn't have to fight these strangers in such a place, as long as the Holy See gets the news, even if these people are demigods, they will be finished.

　　 "What's going on inside?"

　　 The clown shouted.

　　 "A madman broke in, and he is inside now..."

　　 Before he could finish his sentence, he dodged in a hurry, because the wooden box in the field suddenly grew stubby legs and sharp teeth protruding forward. Two of them were stopped by the lion, and the clown joined the battle with a whip around his waist.

　　 But he didn't stay here to deal with the constantly activated objects, but took advantage of a gap to get into the lion-shaped hole in the wall.

　　The magician gradually couldn't hold it anymore. His black top hat could hold limited items, so he could only move closer to the lion. He raised his head inadvertently, feeling that the positions of the innocent people who collapsed at the door seemed a little different, but the flames ejected from the circle of fire forced him to pull his thoughts back.

　　 "Don't pay attention to me, don't pay attention to me..."

　　 Jenkins prayed quietly in his heart, he had passed five people forward from the last position. When I turned around, the chocolate lying on the ground was still in its original place, so when no one noticed, I reached out and pulled it over.

　　 These things are only within three minutes, and the fight between the gifters usually does not last very long.

　　 Jenkins's strategic transfer has not yet succeeded, and the old man with the pearl flower got out of the hole.

　　 She quickly jumped to the side, and a spark exploded on the spot. Jenkins didn't dare to look at them directly, so there was no way to know what it was.

"do not go!"

　　 The red-haired clown also ran out with the long sword from the performance just now. With a flick of his wrist, the blade of the sword became ten meters long.