The body seemed to have fallen into a bottomless mist. The voices of two men came from a distance. The sound that caused the vibration of air, energy, time, space, and even destiny penetrated the deep mist and passed into Jenkins' ears.

　　 Those low, broken voices have no meaning in themselves, but Jenkins, who had become a **** for a short time, knew what it was.

　　 He let go of his spirit and faced the whole world in the most relaxed state. Just like the ancient gifters mentioned by the old man, his hair trembles, his thoughts are blank, and he feels the spirit of the world in the process of feeling nature.

　　 The muttering had meaning, and the weird but melodious voice was converted into some scattered information. Mortal Jenkins boldly intercepted a part of it, and then was stunned by the impact of the huge amount of information.

When 　　 was licked by chocolate, it was already two o'clock in the morning on the first day of [God of War and the Moon of Floating Leaves].

　　 Jenkins didn't care about comforting the panicked cat or feeling a lot of spirit in his body. He quickly got up and grabbed the paper and pen prepared aside to record the information he had just received.

"The exclusive magical ability of the followers of the God of War: [War Pray], it seems that the voice heard at the beginning of each month is really the sound of two righteous gods. It is not necessarily theirs, after all, the gods are high latitudes. The existence of greatness, whether it can make a sound that mortals can hear is still unknown, what I hear may only be the occasional fluctuations caused by them."

　　 Jenkins wiped the blood on his face with a tissue, and carefully recorded the learning ritual of this magical ability.

"The skillful craftsman once gave a gift, and it is now numbered C-08-2-5373 [Mechanical Heart] by a mortal. I have not heard the specific information about this item, but the gift is different from the deceit and the extraordinary, it is not Anyone can use it."

　　 He was stunned for a moment before he realized what he had subconsciously said.

"Except for the gifts obtained through the deception, which must be used by the first-person owner, all gifts will be selected for their users. If a mortal matches a certain gift closely, then as long as the two are close enough, the mortal will I feel something in my heart."

　　 Jenkins sighed, this is all the harvest tonight. Because of my unexpected feelings just now, the spirit in the body has grown for a long time, but if I feel it carefully, it should take a long time to reach level 2.

　　 It was a state of being met but not desired. Even if you can still hear the sound next month, you may not be able to touch that feeling.

　　 "The eyes see the aura, the ears hear the divine sound, and the soul absorbs the divine nature and becomes a god. Am I really a human?"

Falling asleep with such thoughts, he did not dream of strange creations or strange creatures, but unexpectedly dreamed of the beautiful figures of Miss Mihaier and Miss Hesha. The two mermaids were bathed in the bright moonlight, playing with each other, Yinling. The rippling voice charms everything. Holding up the green fruits together, the shallow marks of teeth are printed on the left and the right, and the shadow of love is printed under the moonlight...

(Dividing line)

　　 Let the chocolate climb on his shoulders, arrange his clothes in the mirror, smile at himself with the red cane in both hands, grab the black hat on the wooden hanger, and go out.

　　 The city of Nolan in the early morning is still shrouded in smoke and dust. The Nolan Daily that I saw a few days ago has already raised the issue of factory pollution reform, but quarrels between the interest parties always take some time.

　　 Ding Dong~

　　 pushed open the door of the old antique shop and was surprised that there were customers.

　　 The short man was wearing a gray suit, and his leather shoes were brighter than Jenkins's. His eyes were very special, it was an extremely dull look. When he looked back at Jenkins, his expression was similar to that of an ordinary stone.

　　 Now Jenkins has developed the habit of meeting a stranger and immediately judging whether he is a gifter.

　　 Just opened the real eye, the short man immediately turned around and looked at Jenkins again. He immediately lowered his head, pretending to look at the path under his feet, but the hairs on the back of his neck stood up in fright.

　　 Jenkins didn't get to the front of the counter until the man left.

Chapter 94 Chapter 91 A Busy Day

　　 "Father, today I want to take a day off to deal with family affairs."

　　 squinted his eyes and looked at the thing that the old man had just bought. It was a strange mechanical creation made of brass gears. There was no aura, but the shape was extremely strange.

　　 "Go ahead."

The old man replied absentmindedly. Seeing that Jenkins was curious, he explained: "Recently, I often receive antiques made of gears. This kind of thing is not in the style of this era, but the believers of Mr. Craftsman love this kind of antiques . It’s normal for you to feel strange that you haven’t learned this kind of knowledge."

　　 But Jenkins was more curious about who the man was just now. He wasn't selling supernatural objects, so Dad would naturally not report to the church to investigate him. Jenkins didn't know if he was naturally sensitive or if he was strong enough to notice him, but the man had disappeared.

　　 I first went to the post office and ordered the daily "Nolan Daily", and then looked up the issue of "Tropical Medicine Prospects". Its price was not cheap, and the next Mr. Corpse party was two weeks away.

　　Milk Company is on the street three blocks away from the dock area. The courtyard of a single building is covered with brass-colored steam pipes. Jenkins also ran into Professor Burns here. The two chatted a few words. His complexion was very good. Jenkins told him where he knew the entrance to the black market. The professor recommended that Jenkins order one for only 7 shillings and 3 pence a month. Sweet milk.

The intermediary on Chefill Avenue was a little cold. While listening to the fat woman recommending a suitable maid, Jenkins caught a glimpse of the old butler who had met in front of the castle looking for a maid. He was supposed to be working for the unconcerned little Francis. Cousin works.

There is a difference between a maid and a maid. The former are only domestic workers who can leave after completing designated tasks, such as so-called rice cooks and washerwomen. In this era, maids are special servants who have signed long-term contracts. Live in the employer’s home and complete all the employer’s requirements.

　　 The yardstick is only the scope covered by the employment agreement and the maid’s wages... and the channels for hiring the maid.

　　 Human trading, selling one's life to pay off debts, bankrupt families, domestic servants, everything is possible, but Jenkins has too many secrets, he will not allow any woman to be so close to him.

　　 It is not easy to find a cleaner who is diligent in hands and feet and has good credit, especially if he is not willing to spend too much. The agency left 1 shilling as the registration fee, and the fat woman promised that Jenkins would come again next week and she would definitely find a suitable candidate.

　　 After Jenkins promised the coachman that chocolate would never be excreted wanton, one person and one cat got in the carriage and headed to the urban pet management center in the suburbs.

When I came out of the post office, I bought a copy of today's "Nolan Daily" from a newsboy on the street. The reward for the black-robed man is still hanging at the bottom of the advertising area, but the amount has been increased to 500 pounds. The new crime is Infiltrate Nolan Fifth Public Hospital to desecrate the body.

　　 "Tsk, there are all kinds of perverts now, and there are people who will desecrate corpses."

　　 Jenkins exclaimed.

"Yup."

The coachman held the reins, and silently agreed without looking back, "The person who read the newspaper for everyone also read the reward. He killed people first, then robbed him, and now he did something like this again. Ms. Yinyue (referring to no Moon of Light) Bless, this must not be a serial killer."

　　 "Do you still invite people to read newspapers?"

　　 Jenkins is somewhat interested.

"Yes, in the early morning, Mr. Clark would chat with our group of coachmen on the way to work. We would sometimes ask him to help read the newspaper. Only now is there a way out for literacy. There was news a few days ago that Mr. Qiaojiang’s [Creation and Machinery] The church invented a steam carriage that does not require horses. I don’t know when, our group will..."

　　 "That Mr. Clark is really good, but don't worry too much. Didn't the newspaper say that the steam-powered carriage was just a test product? I heard that the steam oven exploded."

　　 "Thank you for your comfort."

　　 The coachman is still gloomy.

　　 "Why don't you participate in the night school of the [Knowledge and Books] church? Don't they spread knowledge to the public for free?"

　　 Jenkins questioned, but he knew the answer in his heart.

　　 "I'm too old to continue studying... and the whole family relies on my car to eat, how can I waste time doing other things at night?"

　　 gently rang the bell hanging beside him, reminding the pedestrians in front to pay attention to the carriage and the unexpected vicissitudes of the coachman's movements.

"it is as expected."

　　 Jenkins sighed in his heart.

　　 is a three-way intersection. The road on the left is the closest, but it is the most difficult to walk, and it has to go through a forest; the road in the middle is the farthest, but it is easier to walk; on the right is a big road, which is the road the coachman walked on.

　　 Even if there is a church that inherits the sages in this world, the spread of knowledge is promoted in a certain way, but the barrier between the poor and the rich is still difficult to break. In other words, class consolidation is serious, and there is no way for the bottom of society to rise. Even in the relatively advanced city of Nolan, the slum population still accounts for one-third of the entire city.

　　 They are digested and absorbed by the steam factory that is vomiting black smoke and the gang hidden in the dark. If the original owner, Jenkins, does not deliberately inquire about it, they will never experience the hard work of the poor at the bottom of their lives.

　　 In contrast, the coachman has at least a fixed income, which is much better than being squeezed out of life in a steam factory or dying in a gang fight.

　　 Jenkins is able to accept the inherited sage as his belief in his heart, and he also admires her ability to spread knowledge and help the poor. Even if the effect is not great, at least his church is doing it.

　　 When getting out of the car, Jenkins gave the coachman 1 shilling for the fare. The coachman took off his hat and bowed deeply in the direction Jenkins was leaving.

　　 City Pet Management Center is located in a three-story red-tiled building on the outskirts of the city. Not far away are several magnificent aristocratic manors.

　　 There seems to be a function of taking in stray pets. Before stepping into the yard, Jenkins can smell a foul smell of feces and food mixed together.

　　 "Chocolate, don't learn from them."

　　 Jenkins warned his cat in a low voice. As soon as he looked up, he saw the carriage of the Mihaier family stopped not far away. The coachman is a thin middle-aged man with scars on his face. Judging from his temperament, he should be a retired policeman or soldier.

　　 He once sent Miss Mihaier and Miss Hesha to the old antique shop, so this man knew Jenkins.

Section 95 Chapter 92 Encounter and Conversation

　　 spit out the blade of grass he was biting in his mouth, and the man took off the hat on his head and nodded gently to Jenkins as a greeting. Not overly enthusiastic, but also very polite.

　　 "Is Miss Mihail here too?"

　　 Jenkins guessed in his heart, and also nodded to the coachman, then walked up the steps, crossed the rusty iron door at the corner and turned into the building.

　　 The stray pets that were taken in seem to be kept in the backyard, so the indoor air is fairly fresh.

　　 He is dressed very mature today, and the chocolate itself is kept clean, the receptionist politely guides the office he needs to go to.

　　Because of the generous payment of the city pet management fee, the process of registering the chocolate went smoothly. But it was unwilling to wear the collar with only Jenkins' address, and even scratched Jenkins's hand during the escape.

"forget about it."

　　 Jenkins dropped his collar, put the processed documents into his coat pocket, and chased downstairs with his cane.

　　 The kitten is not running fast. Jenkins found it at the door of a closed iron door on the second floor.

　　 "If you don't wear a collar, don't bring it, but don't get lost and can't find a home."

　　 He said to the cat, and then the chocolate jumped into the owner's arms again.

　　 "You are too smart."

　　 He sighed slightly, if it weren’t for the cat’s lack of aura, Jenkins would even suspect that it was a creature with extremely high intelligence.

"what?"

　　 The air seemed to be getting cold, Jenkins raised his eyebrows, reached out and tapped on his temple, and saw a faint cat-like spirit floated out of the iron gate a step away.

　　 Although the evil spirits in the hospital were killed by Jenkins and the tricks were taken away, the evil spirits born from them are still in Nolan City. The church combat troops who have just returned are expected to be busy for a while. Of course, it's also possible that this one was born naturally.

　　 With a light wave of his cane, the spirit body was beaten into smoke, and the temperature immediately returned to normal.

　　 "It's very weak."

　　Walking out of the door holding chocolates, brushing shoulders with the young lady in a long skirt holding a pure white cat, Jenkins took advantage of no one nearby, reached out and pressed his hand on the place scratched by the chocolate, and healed the shallow paw prints.

　　 Just walking down the stairs outside, I saw Britney Mihail and Hathaway Hesha walking side by side. They were followed by several servants, who had just walked around from the back of the building.

Both 　　 both wore well-fitting light yellow lace tops, with red continuous patterns embroidered on the neckline, and the cuffs turned slightly outward to reveal white wrists. Miss Mihail also held a parasol to shield the two of them from the less dazzling sun, which is suitable for going out.

　　 Hesha was obviously taken aback when she saw Jenkins.

　　 "Miss Mihaier, Miss Hesha."

　　 When I met, I naturally wanted to say hello.

　　 "Mr. William, what a coincidence here?"

　　 Britney Mihail chuckled lightly, "I heard that you have moved to St. George Street, how are you living?"

　　 "Thank you for your introduction, Baron Leonard’s house is very comfortable, I really don’t know how to thank you for your help."

"this is nothing."

　　 The three of them walked out of the management center together. Of course, the gentleman's Jenkins couldn't be as close as the two ladies.

　　 "Thank you, I don’t know what good things are there. If you can let me know, that’s it."

　　 She squinted her eyes and paused, because Hesha hadn't spoken since she saw Jenkins.

　　 "Papa Oliver should have said about my little hobby of occult objects."

　　 "Of course."

　　 Jenkins nodded, and Miss Mihail gently touched the female partner's arm with her arm, and she saw Jenkins's cane with a sweep of her eyes.

　　 "This is the cane of a psychic? I saw it when I invited you to a party last time, but I didn't recognize it."

　　 "Really? This is a gift from my father. He said that as an apprentice in an antique shop, he should have a walking stick suitable for his identity."

"That's really a shame. I told my father so many times and he didn't sell it to me. This is the walking stick used by Jeff Puff, the famous psychic who has passed away. Maybe he has some occult abilities. ."

　　 "With all due respect, I still don't think that besides the great righteous gods, there are additional magical powers. Only gods can..."

　　 He repeats the greatness of God in a whisper, just like a missionary in a black robe. Miss Mikhail looked a little unhappy, but Hesha only remembered to speak.

　　 "I don't know what Mr. Williams wants to do when he is here this time?"

　　'S tone is a little unnatural, is she still worried about what happened yesterday evening?

　　 "Oh, it's my cat, chocolate."

"so cute."

　　 Hesha nodded, "But watch carefully. The kitten is very naughty and accidentally lost it..."

　　Miss Mihaier touched her, interrupted the red-haired girl, and smiled apologetically at Jenkins.

　　 "I'm so sorry, we just saw the poor cats who were abandoned by the owner, Hathaway felt too deeply."

　　 "Does the management center keep a lot of stray cats?"

　　 "Yes, they are very pitiful, so my friends and I paid out some gold pounds, and I ask the management center to take care of them."

She showed a slightly regretful expression: "Even so, there are still many unattended pets in the city. Recently, I plan to persuade my father to set up a functional office to manage them in the city department of Nolan City, hoping to improve the cats. Our lives."