"We have been hiding by the side just now, your "little magic" seems to be amazing?"

　　 When I said this, I deliberately used the tone of the former hometown dialect, and the face after disguise was wearing a mask, which can easily make people misunderstand. These two are habitual robbers from outside the country.

　　 "That was given to me by my friend Cowan!"

　　 Baron explained without hesitation.

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　　 "What you see is everything I learned. If you want to know the principle, you can go to him. He lives..."

　　 Jenkins pretended to be serious and took down the address of the hapless friend, nodded to the girl behind him, who played music, and the baron fell asleep again.

　　 "Let's go."

　　 he said quickly.

　　 "Wait, why were you so proficient just now?"

　　 Ms. Hesha grabbed his hand somewhat suspiciously and asked.

　　 "I'm just a poor writer. When thinking about the plot of the story, isn't it normal to think about this kind of thing?"

　　 The expression on his face was a bit aggrieved.

　　 "Then why would you put your gun off?"

　　 Jenkins put on an embarrassed expression again and scratched his hair:

　　 "You asked me out, didn't you say it was dangerous, I was a little worried."

　　 returned to the carriage smoothly, lost the spell and restored it to its original state, Jenkins let out a long sigh of relief.

　　 "Why should we be thieves every time we come out with you?"

　　 "It's not a thief, let's take it, no, did I take the baron something?"

　　 the girl asked angrily.

　　 Jenkins grinned, "I also know this is a robbery. When I go back, I will pray to the sage and ask her to forgive me for my fault."

　　 While talking, he took out the Baron’s wallet, took out all the money, and threw it out of the carriage window. I was very hesitant in my heart, but I still asked the girl.

"It’s just over twenty pounds. It’s not a sin at all. You are a gifter, do you understand? A gifter! We have great power, so we need a more humble heart. But it doesn’t mean that we have to do everything. Restrained. You are too naive, Jenkins, without my help, you wouldn't be far on the path of the gifter."

　　 Ms. Hesa ​​mentioned it again.

　　 "What you said just now about the phagocytic characteristic is indeed the first time I have heard of it. Do you have a match?"

"what are you going to do?"

　　 The girl raised her eyebrows.

　　 "Burn it."

　　 Fortunately, the Baron didn't have a coin with him.

　　Miss Hesha will grab the paper money and put it into her pocket, "Are you crazy?"

　　 "No, although the laws of the Kingdom stipulate that it is illegal to damage banknotes deliberately..."

　　 "Who cares about this? I mean, why would you burn them?"

"Safety first!"

　　 "Only in this kind of problem will you be like a normal benefactor."

　　 The girl probably thought of the gun just now.

　　 "Don't worry, these money will not be tracked down. Don't have trouble with the gold pound."

　　 She turned her head angrily and looked at the night outside the window.

"Oh, that's how it is."

　　 Jenkins can only nod his head obediently.

　　 "Didn't you just give me 200 pounds last time? You should be rich..."

　　 He thought silently, blinking, and the crystal hair accessory with gemstones commonly seen in the hair of young red-haired ladies did not seem to be brought out today. Yes, although Miss Hesha's father is an earl, he is different from the father of the marquis who controls the military power of Miss Heymil, and Earl Hesha is more in line with Jenkins's imagination of a downright nobleman.

　　 "By the way, I need some high-purity gold flakes and some special metals. Do you have any channels?"

　　 he asked carefully.

　　 "How much do you want?"

　　 "Not much, not much."

　　 Jenkins explained the numbers, and then tore off the cloth pocket sewn on the underwear. There was 200 pounds from the girl last time.

　　 "What do you mean? What is the price of these metals, you should know roughly, about one hundred and fifty pounds is enough."

　　 She seems to be really angry this time.

　　 "No, I want it in a hurry. I want it tomorrow morning."

　　 The red-haired girl looked suspiciously at Jenkins, and it took a long time before she took the money from Jenkins.

　　 He is really in a hurry.

　　 As soon as he saw Dad the next day, Jenkins told him what happened last night.

　　 Of course, he and Miss Hesha were just going to an ordinary dance party, and they did not expect anything involving extraordinary factors to happen. Jenkins Williams and Hathaway Hesha are pure and kind ordinary citizens.

　　 "You mean, Hathaway Hesha invited you?"

　　 "Father, this is not the point."

　　 "Oh, well, I'll talk about this later, you mean, you didn't feel any spirit in the ritual materials."

　　 The old man asked a little serious, his brows locked together.

　　 "Yes, as you know, I am very sensitive to this aspect..."

"I know."

　　 He grabbed Jenkins' coat and threw it to him, "I won’t use it today...I won’t use it tomorrow. I will go to your house to inform you when I will come back to work."

　　 After finishing speaking, I will push Jenkins away.

"what's happenin?"

　　 Jenkins certainly refused.

　　 "It's none of your business, so be it."

　　 Dad tore a corner from one side of the newspaper, and then wrote a line of words with a pen.

　　 "I will buy a ticket later, go to this address to collect the bill for me."

　　 Looking down, the address is a street in Shire.

The original owner of 　　 Jenkins has never been there. According to the geographical knowledge learned recently, this place is not far away, but even if you take a steam train, it takes half a day to get there.

　　 "Father, tell me the truth, what's the matter?"

　　 he asked seriously.

　　 "It's okay, go quickly, go quickly, and say hello to old Jack for me. I haven't seen him for a long time."

　　 After finishing talking, he pushed Jenkins out of the store without any explanation, and closed the store door tightly. A few seconds later, the store door was opened again amidst the sound of bells, and the chocolate was thrown out by the neck.

　　 "Father, what's the matter?"

　　 "It's nothing to do with you, let's go, remember, it is the city of Shire I let you go to."

　　 "But..."

　　 The carriage slowly passed by, and Jenkins immediately closed his mouth, until there were no pedestrians nearby, he shouted into the door:

　　 "Father, I need some blood-stained iron. You can find it for me. It's not too late to go if you find it."

　　 There was no sound inside the door, but a few minutes later, a small box was thrown out.

　　 Jenkins didn't even look at it, and said, "It's too much, I only need a nail-sized piece. Daddy, you open the door and take it back."

　　 No one responded to him again.

　　 Jenkins stood in front of the old antique shop for a long time before realizing that there was a back door in the warehouse.

　　 When he walked around the back door, it was already locked, so Jenkins ran to the church again. Captain Bincy said that he hadn't seen his father today, and Bishop Parode went to the countryside with the priesthood to preach to the country the day before yesterday.

　　 He can only go home first holding the chocolate in despair.

　　 Dad kept standing on the corner of the street where the church was, until he confirmed that Jenkins had really left, and then hurried into the church while holding his hat.

　　PS: The six in the morning is over.

Chapter 119 Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen

　　Ms. Hesha moved quickly. She sent a male servant to put the metal pieces Jenkins needed in a suitcase and gave him.

　　 Jenkins is all right, and decides to go to the black market for a round.

　　 asked the middleman, the clown, but did not expect the huntress to have completed the task.

　　 is still the familiar room, the huntress quietly leaned on the fabric sofa, the light of the candle can only illuminate the small wooden table between the four sofas.

　　 "Is there a result?"

　　 Jenkins uttered the secret code agreed last time to show his identity, and then asked.

"very smooth."

　　 She replied, and then threw a khaki paper bag with an investigation report in it.

　　 "There is a problem with your message. None of the members of the Silver Jasmine Opera Company died this year. The one who died was a trainee makeup artist who had only been hired for half a year."

　　 Jenkins nodded, and looked at the pile of materials for himself, ignoring the accusations.

　　 According to the report, Prier Jones, a trainee makeup artist of the Silver Jasmine Opera Company, contracted a serious illness due to the wind and cold when he was in New Truman. After the treatment failed, he died on the way to Nolan by the troupe.

　　 She was properly buried in a public cemetery in Shire. The female hunter's report was very detailed, and even recorded the location of the tomb and the form of the funeral.

　　 "It is not mentioned in the report that this poor girl has any relationship with the giver."

　　 he asked again.

"It's not that I didn't mention it, but the intersection between the target woman and the gifted person cannot be investigated. It is your intelligence that is wrong, so you mistaken the subject of the investigation? We have to say yes, this is your own problem, I have already You have completed your entrustment, so don’t use this as an excuse to go wrong."

　　 the woman warned.

"of course not."

　　 Jenkins handed over the prepared note with [War Pray] Ability Learning Ceremony, and he was extremely happy, because it meant that the saint did not let anyone discover it.

　　 "However, Shire, is this a coincidence? It seems that I really have to go..."

　　 The money and goods were cleared, bidding farewell to the huntress, Jenkins bought some precious metals on the black market, gathered the materials needed for the sealing ceremony, and then left. He didn't know whether the active divinity would cause a vision, but the drop in the idol and the sealed drop were calm, so the sealing ceremony must be prepared.

　　 went to the [Knowledge and Books] church again, this time even Captain Binxi could not be found.

　　 returned home suspiciously, looking at the black rain clouds floating in the sky, Jenkins frowned.

　　 But divine matters should not be delayed, and even if something happens, without divine nature as a hole card, it is impossible for oneself to play a positive role.

　　 No one took care of the chocolate. Jenkins carried a small suitcase and took it to the Nolan train station.

　　Nolan City is a famous big city in the kingdom, and the station is naturally very magnificent. There was a constant stream of pedestrians coming and going. Jenkins wanted to go right away so that he could come back as soon as possible, so he could only buy tickets for ordinary cars.

　　He came too late.

　　 But he bought three tickets in total. In this era, as long as you have money to buy tickets, it is absolutely not possible, and there is no condition to record the city ID number of each passenger.

　　 Jenkinsti changed clothes, took this train to the Shire, and then immediately went to the cemetery to investigate. According to the time after the investigation is over, choose the one with the right time among the remaining two tickets and keep it, and then go to help the old man collect the bill. In this way, you can almost perfectly explain your itinerary.

　　 There was a strong smell of sweat permeating the entire carriage, and the cat hidden in the inner pocket of the coat by Jenkins moved uncomfortably.

　　 A young girl next to Jenkins looked curiously at Jenkins's squirming chest, and Jenkins pressed her hat awkwardly and turned around.