"I don't know, it was sent by the church just now. Let me check it. It shouldn't be an ABC series item, maybe it was blessed through some strange ceremony."

　　 Dad answered softly, and then asked:

　　 "How's the talk?"

　　 "The promotion plan has been reached initially, and I may be going to make a fortune."

　　 "Only this little money can be considered a fortune?"

　　 The old man disdainfully lifted the right eye lens. The bullet/bullet had a very faint red glow in Jenkins's eyes. It should be a temporary item blessed through the ceremony, but the old man's monocle is indeed genuine [extraordinary]!

　　 "Mr. Bro gave me more than two thousand pounds this time. It's a shame that he dares to come here with so much cash by himself."

　　 "What's more than two thousand pounds, have you bought a piece of star fragments? That piece is worth 3,000 pounds!"

　　 Jenkins has exactly 3,000 pounds on hand, and the next Mr. Hood’s party may be able to buy the spar from Miss Magic.

　　 He is going to become a poor ghost again.

　　 "The group of people in black who passed by the door just now..."

　　 "You can smell the moisture in the tomb from a long distance away, probably from the [Death and End] church."

　　 Daddy said indifferently.

"When the Broken Isles snatched the trick, the five churches all sought help from outside the parish, but for various reasons, only our church members came from the king's capital because of major events in the city. It’s the squad of grave guards who believe in [End of Death], don’t care, it’s nothing to do with us."

　　 Jenkins nodded, and didn't think about it.

　　 Saying goodbye to the old man in the evening, Jenkins came to the agency on Chefill Avenue, and the fat woman received him.

　　 She has now found a suitable candidate, the thirty-seven-year-old Mrs. Mahart.

　　 This is a haggard woman with a vicissitudes of face. Her husband has just passed away and has no children to rely on, so she must live on her own.

　　 Jenkins doesn't care about her age and appearance, as long as her hands and feet are clean. It took half an hour to discuss, and finally decided it was her.

Every evening, Mrs. Mahart buys vegetables and waits outside when Jenkins returns home, and then cooks dinner while Jenkins washes, teases cats, and handles papers. He cleans up the house and tidy the lawn while he is eating. Leave before eight o'clock.

　　 There is no need to clean, which saves Jenkins a lot of time. Although he has to spend an extra 10 shillings and 5 pence a week, it is worth it.

　　 "Occasionally, I dream of having a young maid who can stop at all times and who is a serial killer at midnight."

　　 He hugged the cat and walked back to the street, thinking endlessly about things that only he could understand.

　　 "Maybe you can write a book on this theme?"

　　 The story about Frozen ran into big/trouble before writing the pen-Jenkins had never watched the movie in any way, because he had no money.

　　 But in the age of advanced information, even if you don’t take the initiative to learn about the information, those things will come to you. So Jenkins was able to piece together a short story roughly,

　　 "To write a more complicated story."

　　 He sat at his desk, holding a pen and looking at the manuscript paper under the candle. This candle is made of special spices, which can refresh your mind when burned and assist in some complicated rituals. Jenkins bought it after seeing it on the black market, and only used it when he was writing or learning knowledge.

　　 "The court story is very popular, it's best to involve two generations, no, three generations of grievances. This world cannot easily mention the name of the gods, so the power of the princess can be inherited from the ancient blood..."

　　 wrote seriously in front of the desk. After determining the general direction of the story, Jenkins incorporated the **** plot that he could think of in a reasonable manner. Of course, qualified writers have to add some private goods to the story. He sets the faith of the princess sisters to inherit the sage, and the awakening of power is guided by the revelation of the sage.

　　 Because he hopes that his book will have a wide audience, and not only a knightly sentiment novel that is disgusted by writers, Jenkins has created a grand worldview.

　　 is similar to this world, but there are some differences. Under the righteous **** system, the DND system of the mage profession is added because of the belief in the sage. Of course, the book is talking about the curse priest.

　　 As far as he knows, no such storybook with a rigorous setting in a different world has appeared on the market.

　　 Jenkins hopes to be recognized by the market by relying on wonderful stories and touching relationships between characters.

　　 At the same time, relying on the huge worldview implicitly mentioned in the background, it is recognized by professional writers.

　　 Mention and praise of sages are not just to show their loyalty. You know, most of the beliefs of writers and critics are inherited sages.

　　 As for the concealed mention of the complicated relationship between the two princesses of Arendale, this is one of the few evil tastes of Jenkins.

　　The peaceful life lasted for a week, and a small section of Nolan Daily reported the news that the fairy tale books of the writers of the city caused great repercussions in the kingdom. I don't know if it's a coincidence, the same position on the next page of the newspaper is a reward for a mysterious black-robed man.

　　 The weather gradually turned cold, and the [God of War and the Moon of Floating Leaves] also entered the second half. The city was still shrouded in smoke, but the taste of autumn became stronger.

　　 The gentlemen on the road put on woolen shirts in their formal dresses. The ladies abandoned their beautiful and glamorous summer dresses and began to inquire about the fashion trends of this fall from the magazines.

　　 Even the coachman put on his gloves, and the city is a bit cold in the morning and at night.

　　 Dad often wears a red wool vest in the shop recently, the style is very old-fashioned, but he seems to like it very much.

　　 On Monday evening, Jenkins sent the cat home first, and then waited for Miss Hesha at the corner of the alley.

　　 He deliberately changed into an inconspicuous windbreaker to wrap his body, with a top hat with a wide brim on his head.

　　 As for the stick, I got some paint, and it's black now.

　　 "The newspaper seems to say that the parliament's discussion on the final enactment time of the environmental management bill is not smooth."

　　 Looking at the thin smoke in front of him, Jenkins was suspicious. According to the current trend, this place will really get the title of Fog City in a few years.

Chapter 115 Chapter One Hundred and Eleven Prom

Recently, urban steam pipe renovations are also underway. When visiting home on the weekend, Mary Williams kept complaining that the house where everyone used to live in Eddyland was obstructed by the construction of the Good Luck Pipeline Company. Demolished.

　　 Mary and Robert have lived there since they got married, and Robert moved out after his fortune, so they have a deep affection for the old house.

　　 "Is it time to pay the steam bill this month?"

　　 The great enlightened person thought about matters related to his livelihood, and sighed for his wallet.

　　 "You don't look very happy because you want to see me again?"

　　Ms. Hesha came from a distance. She was dressed in a hunting suit, with jet-black boots on her feet, and she didn't know where she came back from.

　　 "No, I'm thinking about how to get rid of your entanglement."

　　 He took off his hat and bowed slightly to salute, but his tone was not polite.

　　Huh, level three?

　　 "Mr. Williams, no, Jenkins. I am willing to lead you on the path of the gifter, it is your honor."

　　 The red-haired girl also spoke, and then looked at Jenkins's dress.

　　 "Did you dress up so mature deliberately to cover up the immaturity of your face? Oh, the big boy wants to be a man too."

　　 There is no weakness in front of Miss Mihail, Hathaway Hesha's current character is a bit too strong.

　　 "So I said this woman is under too much pressure and her head is abnormal."

　　 Jenkins slandered in his heart, but showed a shy expression on his face.

　　 "What shall we do tonight?"

　　 He didn't forget to ask the reason why he was asked. He originally planned to fight with chocolate, and then press it to take a bath.

　　 "Let you see and see, this world is definitely not as naive as you think. Of course, there may be some ‘harvest’..."

　　 "I won't help you steal things again."

　　 Jenkins said vigilantly.

　　 "Can the things of the gifter be regarded as stealing?"

　　 She can only explain again.

　　 A carriage has stopped at the exit of the alley, which was hired by Miss Hesha in advance.

　　 The two drove all the way out of the city in a horse-drawn carriage, across a huge farmland, which seemed to be the private property of a certain nobleman, and then stopped in front of a manor.

"My identity today is ordinary person Hathaway Hessa, and your identity today is ordinary person Jenkins Williams. I heard from a friend that there are some interesting things going to happen here, so I accepted the invitation Come here with my male companion, the great writer Mr. William, do you have any questions?"

　　 "Are your friends here? Don't worry, they will tell Miss Mikhail about me by your side?"

　　 "Don't worry, what is going to happen here must never be known to Brian, so when we show up here, no one will tell Brian."

　　 Jenkins nodded, ignoring the complicated relationship, but took the silver mask that could only cover half of his face.

　　This kind of thing often appears in fancy dress parties.

　　 "What is this?"

　　 "Atmosphere."

　　 Girl, don't say anything meaningful.

　　 Jenkins jumped out of the carriage first and looked at the large manor not far away with his cane. Although the sky is a bit dim, the visibility around here is still very high because of the lights in the house.

　　 "Ahem."

　　 The **** the carriage deliberately coughed. Jenkins raised her eyebrows and turned around. The gentleman reached out and held her raised right hand, and then helped the girl out of the carriage.

　　 There were many servants holding lamps waiting on the walkway outside the manor, but after entering the warm room, there were only young people who were strangely dressed and wearing masks like Jenkins and Hathaway.

　　 It’s like a dance party here. There are two long tables on both sides of the empty hall, and the tables are covered with neat tablecloths. The silver utensils on the tablecloths were filled with food and wine, while the crowd under the crystal chandeliers chatted and laughed casually in the weird music of the record player.

　　 "These are the children of nobles?"

　　 Jenkins asked in a low voice. He recognized a few young people who had appeared during the last reading salon. This was not easy because the mask covered most of their faces.

The girl nodded and replied softly: "Yes, the party here only invites reliable and adventurous friends in your circle of friends. It is true that most of them are from aristocratic families...Stop talking, now hold me, dancing."

　　 "Looking for a thrilling noble boy?"

　　 Jenkins immediately became alert, this seemed to be the beginning of a classic story.

　　 "Sorry, but I still have to ask, for a while, there will be no cult killing rituals, or that kind of...very, messy, huh, party?"

　　 "What are you talking about?"

　　 She asked angrily and funny, "What kind of people are the nobles in your impression? Britney and I are very clean and self-conscious, and we have no friends who like that. Wait, I'll know in a moment."

　　 She laughed and took Jenkins's hand, but Jenkins's face was a little embarrassed. The gifter course that Dad said was scheduled for next month, so...

"I can not dance."

　　 "Are you from this world?"

　　 The girl asked, Jenkins's heart jumped, and she continued to say: "21-year-old bachelor, don’t know how to dance, don’t you plan to get married?"

　　 "No, dancing and marriage have nothing to do with each other logically."

　　 He retorted immediately, but was held by the girl.

　　 "Put down your walking stick and take off this obnoxious windbreaker. Follow me and I will teach you, little brother."

　　 "I am older than you...thank you."

　　 The cane and jacket were placed on the wooden hanger at the door. The two of them got a little closer, and walked into the laughing and dancing crowd with the music and slowly swayed.

　　 This is not a formal masquerade party and does not require the kind of standardized dance moves, so at the beginning, Jenkins only needs to pay attention to the position of his hands and not place them in strange places.

　　 "You know, I have always wanted a brother."

　　 Miss Hesha whispered.

　　 "Then you should talk to the earl or countess."

　　 Jenkins only dared to think so, but actually responded awkwardly: "Really?"

　　 "Since I became a gifter, I can only keep my own secrets, and the maid around me can't fully trust...I always hope that a trusted friend can talk to me."

"is it?"

　　 He responded again, and at the same time swore in his heart that he would never be someone else's brother.

　　 Seeing that Jenkins didn't understand her own words, Miss Hesha didn't mention it again, but like everyone else, she slowly danced to the music.

Chapter 116 Chapter 112 Chicken Offering Ceremony

　　 "What kind of music is this, strange?"

　　 Jenkins couldn't stand the weird atmosphere between the two, so he asked quietly.

　　 "No style, in fact, what the record player is playing now belongs to the category B [extraordinary]."

　　 "Oh? That black record?"