He asked curiously, before the girls were called "Mr.".

　　 "Cousin Liverpool told me just now that when addressing a noble gentleman with a knighthood, we should no longer use Mr., but a higher-level lord or directly add the knighthood..."

　　 The girl answered honestly, without any concealment.

　　 "It doesn't need to be this way. The title is meaningless to me. I am a devout believer."

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　　 Speaking of piety, Jenkins skillfully drew the holy emblem on his chest, “I’ll use the name ‘Mr.’ from now on. I like that.”

　　 "Okay, sir."

　　 The girl raised her head and answered.

　　 Seeing that her mood was a little wrong, Jenkins took the initiative to move away from the topic. He took the girl onto the uphill road leading to the bridge and watched the carriage roaring past. Inside the curtains that were blown by the wind, was an old gentleman with closed eyes, and Jenkins thought he had seen him at the banquet of the Marquis of Mihail.

　　 "Speaking of which, the Stres family is really lucky. It happened to be away from home that day."

　　 There should be no strangeness in this matter, because both the police station and the church will conduct detailed investigations on this point.

　　 "The luck of the aunt's family is always good."

　　 The girl whispered, then looked up at Jenkins again, and held her empty basket tightly. There was originally the food she brought out of the church, and it was brought there just now as a gift.

"Uncle recently lost his job, but it happened that a businessman spent a lot of money to buy their vase. That was a lot of money, probably 13 pounds, it relieved them very well. Economic situation."

　　 "......"

　　 Jenkins remembers the old man saying that the price of the item was at least 30 pounds, so he did not keep the price low this time, it should be because of the situation of the family.

　　 "Actually, the businessman you mentioned should be Mr. Oliver. I am his apprentice. I just met at the corner just now..."

　　 There is no need to hide it, he has a hunch that the more such lies, the more troublesome.

　　 The girl nodded, her face didn't show any strangeness, instead she asked curiously:

　　 "Sir, are you not a writer?"

　　 "Yes, but the writer is just a sideline. My main business is an antique shop."

　　He paused, and added: "The main business is for interest, and the sideline is to support the main business to go on. This is the meaning of the sideline."

　　 There was a respectful look in the girl's eyes.

　　 There was a look of contempt in Chocolate's eyes.

　　 The daylight hours in winter are short, so even if it hasn’t reached five o’clock in the afternoon, red clouds have appeared in the western sky. In the afternoon, the fog dissipated a lot, and the gorgeous sunset reflected on the river, and was disrupted by the ripples caused by the passing merchant ships, but it had a different flavor.

There were very few pedestrians on the bridge. The carriage on the opposite side hurried past. The wind from the wheels made half of the newspaper on the ground fly, and then slowly fell towards the water reflecting the bridge.

　　 The wind on the bridge was a bit strong. Even if the girl wrapped the scarf she picked up from the garbage dump, she felt the wind pouring in from the collar. She took a step to the side, let Jenkins' body help her block some wind, and then raised her head, the man was looking at the merchant ship under the bridge enthusiastically.

"do you know?"

Jenkins’s voice was a bit excited, and the steam whistle of the steamship made him excited: “I heard from the newspaper that steam-powered steamships have already been put into use. At this time next year, the boats passing under the bridge will definitely not be such boats. It's a huge wheel of waste and steam! This is really an interesting era..."

　　 "Yes, interesting times~"

　　 The girl didn't know what to say, she couldn't fully understand what Jenkins said, so she could only follow him.

　　 "Only those who can follow this era can truly appreciate the present opportunities, I..."

　　 He realized that he was talking too much. He didn't expect that facing a strange girl, he would become like this.

　　 "When I was in Berduran, I met an inventor."

Seize the time to change the subject. This time the connection is very natural. "He is probably the kind of person who wants to seize the opportunities of the development of the times, but unfortunately what he invented is ridiculous. I think no one would be willing to invest gold he."

　　 "Speaking of investment..."

　　 This is the first time that the girl Faithful has initiated a topic. She does not want this gentleman to think that she is simply echoing without going into the topic. Probably thinking of something exciting, so the voice is a bit loud:

　　 "Sir, do you know that there is a very lucrative investment method now, that is what I heard from my uncle and aunt last week!"

　　 "Oh, is that right?"

　　 The two finally walked off the bridge. Jenkins motioned her to stop and took the copper plate from his pocket to buy an evening paper from the boy selling newspaper.

"Yes it is."

After starting again, the girl continued the topic just now: "There is a well-known big businessman in the local area. His daughter has contracted a very large mine, but only lacks capital. Now just go to Mr. Traveler’s bank to apply for an account , And then transfer money to an account, you will surely receive a decent return!

　　 You give... the money you gave me, I divided a small part of it and invested it in it. Yesterday I really had the money and remitted it back! "

　　 Jenkins raised his eyebrows. He felt that this description was familiar, but the details were wrong.

　　 "Sir, now the people around Eldron in the Kingdom of Chess know about this, and my uncle only learned it by chance from letters sent by relatives. They are always so lucky!"

　　 Now Jenkins finally understands that what the girl just said was her plan.

　　 "Has this incident spread to Nolan now? Well, the plate has become bigger, and it is more convenient for me to tear down the east wall and repair the west wall! This is a just cause!"

　　Jenkins didn't know how widespread the "Miss Fabry" incident was. But the news that has now spread to Nolan City is far from the impoverished female students who initially conducted social research.

　　 Although the core is still sending money-making money, the identity of Miss Fabry has changed dramatically in the mouths of investors. This is also a good thing, because even if things leak out, they can also confuse investigators.

　　 When I returned to the church, the sun had almost fallen to the end of the horizon, and the bell of the bell tower could be faintly heard in the distance. When parting with the girl, Jenkins handily gave her the "Stranger Story Collection" that he had just purchased, because he still had a lot of copies in his home.

　　 The bishop still did not come back from the country, and nothing interesting happened in the church. Jenkins wanted to talk to his father before dinner, but the secret guard in front of Vientiane Gate said that he had just left half an hour ago.

　　 So, Jenkins let the cat play alone, and he applied for permission to use the secret trail library.

　　 Needless to say where the cat went, she definitely went to take care of the seedlings that might never grow up.

　　PS: Celebrate 1 million words in this book! Thank you for your support for so long!

Chapter 500 Chapter 493 Trivia

　　 The books mentioned by the old man and the "Blood and Evil: The Mystery of Ancient Alien Species" mentioned by Professor Burns are quietly placed on the shelf. The latter is a book of a few years. According to the foreword and thanks on the title page, the author lived in the early days of this epoch. But such a book only needs to be copied again, so the book looks very new.

　　 "Catalogs..."

　　 He turned back verbally, but he felt that the feeling in his hand was a bit wrong. So I closed it again and looked up and down again, only to find that the last few pages of the book had been torn off.

　　 "Are you confidential? If I can tell that I have reached level 3 now, I might be able to see them on the third floor of the library."

　　 The author of this book records most of the vampire species he is familiar with and most of its subspecies. One of the large pages is the humanoid vampire, or vampire, often mentioned by modern novelists.

　　 Ignoring most of the knowledge that Jenkins is already familiar with, he turned directly to the chapter about "infection", and then read it word by word with his finger on the page:

　　【...Most of the blood-sucking species that have become gifters can infect other races through their own blood, calling the infected as servants. High-level vampires can control their servants to a certain extent and share part of their power with them, and the first and second generation infected can also do it. Of course, doing so will not only weaken oneself, but also cause permanent physical and soul damage to the infected...]

　　 "Similar to what I thought, that is to say, the two people I met that night were the humans infected by the blood-sucking species? If the one who escaped was also the one, how powerful was the power that gave them?"

　　 After dinner, it was Miss Bevanna's course. She hurriedly got out of the carriage from the church door at about 8 o'clock, and there were many scribes with her.

　　 "Is there a big action just now?"

　　 he asked suspiciously.

　　 "The blood bank of the hospital was stolen. When we arrived, we only grabbed a few people..."

　　 In line with the background of this sentence, a man who was **** was carried down by the scribes.

"Yes......"

　　 "Yes, after the incident that night, the church found some news. I wanted to catch it all tonight, but I didn't expect it to be a failure."

　　 Seeing that everyone around was walking away, Miss Bevanna greeted Jenkins to walk towards the training ground:

　　 "This matter is not right, I am afraid there is a problem with the police department cooperating with the operation."

　　 "You mean, someone in the police department was infected?"

"should be."

The evening class is still learning new postures on soft cushions. According to Ms. Bevana, this posture may take them a whole month to learn. After that, Jenkins will continue to practice repeatedly, and only one month later. To start his imaginary fighting, weapon use and other practical exercises.

　　The course ended at eleven o'clock. Jenkins bid farewell to Miss Bevanna, and then took chocolate and set off on the way home.

　　 He was really exhausted, fortunately nothing strange happened along the way. But when it just turned into St. George Street, a carriage suddenly rushed out of another intersection, and then quickly drove into the block.

　　 The carriage finally stopped in front of Jenkins’s neighbor’s house. After getting off the carriage, it was the widow Mrs. Margaret.

　　 She is wearing a red scarf and a somewhat outdated hat made of wool, and she can already see the obvious state of pregnancy.

　　 Following Mrs. Margaret out of the carriage, there were two middle-aged men who looked like bodyguards. The two helped the woman to open the fence carefully and walk towards the house.

　　 After the carriage left St. George Street, Jenkins walked out of the huge shadow of the house on the corner. He didn't want his neighbors to think he was watching her.

　　 "Why did Mrs. Margaret come back? Do you want to get pregnant in your own home?"

　　 He guessed and saw the gas lamp of the house light up, so he shrank his head and continued to walk forward, groping for the key to the courtyard door with his right hand in his pocket.

Chocolate didn't have the patience to walk with Jenkins. When he stood in the shadows waiting for his neighbors to come home, he got into the house early in the gap under the fence. It had arrived when Jenkins was still walking on St. George Street. In the guest rooms on the second floor of the house, the windows there can clearly see the neighbor's house.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate swallowed, shaking his tail, squinting at it.

　　 The next morning, Jenkins received a letter from the Silver Jasmine Opera Company. Mr. Nellie invited him to meet this afternoon and talk about the creation of a new opera in detail.

　　 I told my father about the incident in the antique shop. My father was very supportive, so Jenkins got another half-day holiday.

　　 At present, his main method of accumulating spirits is to copy the incomplete stele in the black and white photo, and this method can only be useful for gifts below level 4. Jenkins has recently planned to find a good opportunity to declare that he has reached level 3, in order to prevent one day after reaching level 4, he will not be able to continue to improve for a long time.

　　 Regarding the vampire species, since the old man would not let him intervene, he didn't ask him about the latest status.

　　 But based on the conversation with Miss Bevanna last night, there is reason to believe that a powerful blood-sucking creature has indeed entered the city. This is not a recent thing, because according to the existing clues, it is easy to find a few infected people. This shows that it has been a long time since the blood-sucking species appeared in Nolan. It was just a few days ago that it suddenly became big for some reason. It came out after the killing precepts.

　　 The meeting place with Mr. Nellie was at Nolan’s local quill maker club. He didn’t see him for a few days. He seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

　　 "Are you still adapting to life in Nolan? I heard that you spend most of your time doing business in the Kingdom of Chessland, and you rarely travel here."

　　 "Compared to the south, it is indeed a bit cold here. But this is nothing. Nolan has a very high rate of laying steam pipes. I was doing business in the Kingdom of Hampawo a few years ago..."

　　 Because of the accent, Jenkins didn't catch what he was saying in the second half, but it was probably a complaint about there.

　　According to the last oral agreement on the train, Mr. Nellie is willing to exchange shares in the opera company for Jenkins to create a new script for him. This matter itself is doubtful. Jenkins was thinking about it. How could he think that this time Mr. Nellie would directly bring the contract.

　　 That is a highly completed contract. Even if Jenkins is a layman, he can see that the details are covered very comprehensively. It is almost like Mr. Nellie begging Jenkins to sign it.

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　　 "You are really sincere..."

　　 Jenkins held the contract in his right hand, caressed the cat lying on the sofa with his left hand and sighed softly, then put the papers on the coffee table between the two:

　　 "Excuse me for taking the liberty, but you look a little anxious."

"Oh, is it so?"

　　 I said just now that there are some cold theater troupes in Nolan, who wiped their faces in a panic with a handkerchief. The businessman helped his glasses, which he put on only when he checked the contract:

"The recent downturn in business, coupled with the unfortunate incident some time ago, has forced my troupe to stay here. I have to find a way to attract the audience, yes, I have to... you know what, yesterday’s At that time, a large-scale circus also came to Nolan. I heard that they plan to stay until next spring, and then leave by boat after the sea ice disappears. This is also a competitor of the opera troupe..."

　　 I understand that it is a lie. Opera and circus are aimed at different income groups.

　　 Jenkins did not pierce this point, and decided to delay the signing of the contract before the church's investigation results came out:

　　 "Well, let me take this contract back, and look for a professional lawyer before making a decision. What do you think?"

　　 "Of course, yes, this is an excellent idea."

　　Mr. Nellie also knew that Jenkins had noticed something wrong, so he could only say so with a smile.

　　 After the contract matters, the atmosphere of the conversation improved a lot. Jenkins first pretended to chat with him about current affairs for a while, and then gradually guided the topic in the direction he hoped:

"...That said, the law and order in Nolan City is expected to be very good. I think the midnight serial homicide that occurred in Rodburg County is unlikely to occur here. Speaking of, Mr. Nellie, Has the cause of Mr. Oppler's death been found out? It is really a sad thing."

　　Oppler is the pseudonym of the thief Shelley Howell, who died on the 31st of madness in October.

"not yet."

　　 Speaking of this, Mr. Nellie also covered his face and showed a sad expression. Whether it is from the relationship between the two for more than ten years or his personal property, the businessman has reasons for sadness: