Section 69 Chapter Sixty-Six Confrontation

　　 Jenkins turned his face and found that the writers of men and women were all looking at himself. It was a man with a moustache next to him who seemed to be smiling fake. Jenkins remembered that when he introduced him, he was the author of a best-selling novel called "The Romance of the Palace."

　　 "Yes, hello."

　　 answered politely.

　　 "It's an honor to meet you. Now your book is a real bestseller in Nolan City. If you haven't read the story you wrote, you will be considered out of fashion."

　　 The man’s tone was a little contrived, but Jenkins didn’t understand what he was saying, because his mind had been on the ritual spell recently.

　　 "Really, then I am honored. I didn't expect fairy tales to be so popular."

　　 Jenkins laughed.

"I think the fairy tales you wrote, in addition to the one that interest children, also contain very simple educational significance, even if adults read them once, they can be rewarded. Also, those stories are very interesting. Really interesting!"

　　 The woman with glasses praised her without hesitation, and a gentleman with a blue bow tie beside her also nodded:

"This is definitely a pioneering innovation in fairy tales. The fairy tale books on the market in the past either wrote some very naive and ridiculous stories, or deliberately approached some great truths. The story of Mr. Williams has opened up new ideas from a certain extent. The fairy tale mode, this time is the real fairy tale!"

　　 Everyone's praise made Jenkins a little embarrassed, but when a few people spoke, they felt a bit yin and yang. Jenkins originally thought that this was a mere literati, but later realized that the people who came here with these people might not have a good relationship with Miss Mihaier or Miss Hesha.

　　Because of some preparations in advance, Jenkins can also insert a few words when discussing grammatical issues, but once he talks about recent bestsellers or well-known authors, he can't mix a single word.

　　 "I really don't adapt to this kind of occasion."

　　 While thinking in his heart, he nodded to the man who was talking, and motioned that he thought what he was saying was reasonable.

　　 "Mr. William, I heard that you are now an apprentice in an antique shop?"

　　 As everyone talked, the man sitting next to Jenkins suddenly asked.

　　 Everyone suddenly closed their mouths and looked at them.

　　 Jenkins raised his eyebrows, raised the corners of his mouth, and nodded, "Yes."

　　 There was a meaningful smile on the face of the man who asked the question. Jenkins thought he hadn't offended him, but he was not the kind of person who was passively beaten.

　　 "This is a job introduced to me by Bishop Parrod."

　　 The atmosphere is a bit awkward, and Jenkins is the first to speak.

　　 "Bishop Parrod, is the one from the [Knowledge and Books] Church?"

　　 The gentleman's smile froze.

"Yes it is."

　　 Jenkins nodded and laughed at the man who had investigated his work in advance, but did not investigate clearly what was going on.

　　 "Our whole family are believers of sages. I have known Bishop Parode since I was a child in church with my parents. Look, the brooch I am wearing now is a work gift from the bishop."

　　 After speaking, he raised his right hand and drew the square sacred emblem of [Inherited Sage] on his chest.

　　 "Praise the sages, praise the beautiful gods, and may your brilliance illuminate the path of mankind."

　　 Of the writers sitting in a circle, one-third of them followed Jenkins in prayer.

　　 [Inheritance of sages] believers, because of the particularity of their beliefs and dogma, it is very easy to become a career such as scholars and writers, so it is not surprising that so many people pray together.

　　 But even if they are not believers of sages, ordinary citizens have heard of famous people in Nolan, such as nobles, lords of the city hall, and bishops of major churches.

Therefore, even if you look down on the profession of "shop apprentice", no one dares to make irresponsible remarks about the job introduced by a bishop of a large diocese, let alone what Jenkins revealed in his words shows that he has a very close relationship with the church. .

　　 "By the way, I wonder what work you are still doing besides being a writer?"

　　 Jenkins looked at the man with a **** expression on his face and asked, and at the same time vowed in his heart to disgust him once no matter what his answer was.

　　 "Am I? Oh, I, I, I, oh, I'm a full-time writer..."

　　 The man was taken aback, and he hesitated to admit, his face flushed, with an extremely ashamed expression.

　　 "It doesn't seem to be shameful."

　　 Jenkins thought strangely, then why is this person behaving so strange?

　　 Now that he said so, the topic was revealed, and everyone talked and laughed again.

　　 Jenkins took advantage of this effort to open the [Eye of Reality] and observed everyone in turn, but found that apart from Hathaway Hesha, the young people present had no gifts.

　　 It is the bodyguards outside the room, two of them have the color of light spots on their bodies.

　　 The so-called evil spirits and ghosts also have spirits. But because of the special nature of the spirit body, unless it is very close, it will not appear in Jenkins's special vision.

　　 He didn't realize that he would encounter a ghost this time, but he had to be careful.

　　 Jenkins got up and said sorry to everyone, asked the servant about the location of the toilet, and walked along the corridor to the depths of the room. In the carriage that came here, Jenkins heard that this apartment was a property under the name of a certain salon participant. Because it was not used, it could be provided as a meeting place for everyone.

　　 Jenkins, who is still looking for cheap apartments, can only express his envy in his heart.

　　 As he walked, he observed the art paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor.

　　According to the knowledge he learned from his father, one or two of them should be real antiques. Although the value is not large, it can be hung in the corridor at will, without any protection, which also shows how wealthy its owner is.

　　 "Mr. William seems to be interested?"

　　 The familiar female voice sounded from his side. Jenkins turned his head and found the red-haired Miss Hesha standing beside him. Together with him, he looked up at the painting of an overly colored knight swinging a sword and slashing an evil dragon. This should only be a modern handicraft, this kind of material about hero legends is very common.

"Yes it is."

　　 Jenkins cautiously agreed, “I have been studying with Oliver for some time. This kind of oil painting with little value and high cost of falsification can basically be identified at a glance.”

　　 "This kind of party is boring, please come here, but the two of us put you aside." She asked shyly.

　　 "It's also a great thing to get to know some colleagues."

Section 70 Chapter 67 Stories and Prizes

　　 Jenkins shook his head. As the topic changed, he mentioned another thing: "But some people seem to be unhappy about my appearance."

"is it?"

Miss Hesha was startled, her face was a little surprised, she guessed in a low voice: "Are you jealous of your talent? I heard that your books have been selling like crazy in the city recently, almost to the point where there is no market for them. ."

"Is that right?"

　　 Jenkins smiled embarrassedly, while guessing how much money he could make, at the same time he was amused at the noble lady pretending to be a weak girl.

　　Being able to become a gifter and having seen so many weird abilities and rituals, how can he still retain such a personality?

　　 While talking, he quietly opened the [True Eye] to observe the other party, trying to detect the magical items possessed by the other party.

　　 But he just blinked, using psychological hints to turn on the ability, Miss Hesha screamed quietly, and took a few steps back with her chest.

"what's happenin?"

　　 He quickly turned off his ability.

"I do not know either."

The girl looked around nervously, and the servants in the distance heard the voice and walked over, "I feel like something was looking at me just now. It feels terrible...Mr. Williams, can you trouble me? I sent it back to the living room. Recently, there have been rumors of haunting everywhere. I am a little scared..."

　　 There are some inexplicable blushes on her face, and I don't know if she is really shy or she has great acting skills.

　　 Jenkins very gentleman agreed to her request, and at the same time, it was clear in his heart that this girl was probably very intuitive, and her ability to activate was in front of her, so she would be spotted if she was not careful. It seems that she will have to be careful in the future.

　　 But fortunately, she didn't find the culprit right in front of her.

　　It was about eight o'clock, and Jenkins was standing at the window, talking with some of the ladies whose names he hadn't remembered, about the fairy tales he had written. Whenever Jenkins said that the little mermaid turned into bubbles and disappeared, the noble ladies would whisper in awe.

　　 "I don't like this story very much."

　　 Ms. Mikhail and Ms. Hesha with wine glasses also came over. Although the girls who had previously talked with Jenkins were still laughing, they were a little restrained.

　　 "Why? Because this is a tragedy?"

　　 Jenkins asked.

　　 He also held a delicate goblet, but just pretended to be, but the red wine in the glass did not drink a mouthful:

　　 "But life is not always a comedy. After so many happy endings, I always have to write something different."

"Is that right?"

　　Miss Mihaier blinked at him, "From this story, I also read your warning to children: Don’t believe in love with men easily."

　　 Jenkins didn't catch his breath and almost coughed.

　　 smiled softly: "Everyone has a different understanding, this is normal."

　　 "Mr. William, have you considered writing a book about the love of princes and princesses?"

　　 Seeing that the conversation between Jenkins and Brian Michal came to an end, the girl who was talking with Jenkins asked excitedly.

　　 "This, uh, still thinking about it."

　　 He didn't dare to speak up, he knew his own level, the story was easy to think of, but the writing was still a bit bad.

　　 The organizer of this reading salon is the third son of the duke mentioned above. He coughed to signal everyone to pay attention.

　　 "Everyone, first of all thank you for being able to participate in this gathering. I am extremely honored for your coming."

　　 Didn't remember his name Jenkins clearly, Wellington? Wellington? Hui Gensi?

"Since it's a reading salon, we always have to do something about it. Why not, because so many young great writers have been invited to this gathering, it is better to define a theme and tell a short story in turn on the spot. How?"

　　Naturally, no one opposed his proposal. This matter should be arranged beforehand and everyone is prepared.

　　 "Well, since everyone agrees, then let's start!"

"and many more!"

　　 A young man wearing silk stockings with foundation on his face asked, "Since so many people are participating, there must be a bright spot, right?"

　　 This kind of dress is the most fashionable now, and it is quite influential among young people. But an old-school gentleman dress like Jenkins tonight will be considered outdated by some people.

　　 "This is a manifestation of the sickness of this era."

　　 Jenkins thought so in his heart, and at the same time recognized him as the support of the three dukes.

　　 "It makes sense!"

　　 Wellington, or Mr. Hugues made an exaggerated voice, then he took out a beautiful gemstone earring from his pocket and held it up, as expected.

　　 "Then let me show off. This earring will be a gift for the person who can tell the most stories tonight."

　　 There were a few slight exclamations in the crowd, but Jenkins thought that this time it should not be a care, because the embellishment on the earrings is an extremely rare solid orange gem.

　　 "I still don't want to show off, low-key and low-key."

　　 He thought so in his heart, and Feng Qingyun lowered his head. But I felt a little surprise, and blinked, only a faint yellow light appeared on the gem.

　　 "Since you are following Miss Mikhail and Miss Hesha, you can't lose their faces. This is the real gentleman's demeanor."

　　 Jenkins said to himself in his heart, raised his head and smiled freely.

　　 In order to make the atmosphere more suitable, everyone instructed the servants to close the curtains, put out the candles in the overhead chandelier and the gas lamp on the wall, and lighted the fireplace again.

　　 Put a cashmere carpet in front of the fireplace, and put the sofa and rocking chair in a semicircle in front of the carpet. The gentlemen and ladies took their seats.

　　 Miss Mihaier and Miss Hesha are sitting beside Jenkins.

　　 "Mr. William, are you confident of winning?"

　　 Shy Miss Hesha asked in a low voice.

　　 Jenkins nodded lightly, squeezed his bow tie with his right hand: "Don't worry, look at me!"

　　 "Then I, Daniel Wellington, will decide the theme."

　　The young Duke's son showed a charming smile on his face. He looked at the people looking at him one by one, and finally looked at Jenkins.

　　 "Although the summer has come to an end, it is a kind of elegance to sit around the fireplace and tell ghost stories on such a quiet night. So, let's set the theme this time as a horror story!"

　　 Jenkins took the bait from the corner of his mouth, showing a slight smile.

　　 He can feel that everyone around him is watching him. After all, he writes fairy tales, and this theme is aimed at him no matter what.

　　 But so what?

　　Ms. Mihaier seems to have something to say about this subject, but Jenkins quietly grabbed her, smiled, and signaled not to worry.