The Master of the Strange Realm

Chapter 378 Chapter 373 Visiting and Being Visited

In November, citizens in Nolan City had to wear winter clothes even in the afternoon. The air was still so bad, and the gloomy sky and fog made the city look lifeless.

At the corner, Jenkins let the boy running with a stack of newspapers pass. Then he remembered that the Williamites had no relatives in the local area, and Robert had never taken him to a funeral, so he knew nothing about the things to pay attention to when attending a funeral.

"I can't be rude at a funeral, especially since Mr. Pisco helped me so much. It seems that I can't go home for the time being."

He turned again towards St. George Street. Since Hathaway's residence was far away, he hired a carriage at the corner of the street.

But not every visit can have a result. The maid in the house said that the red-haired lady had not been here all day.

With regret, he could only go home first.

Sometimes Jenkins really hoped that he could live in a house full of books and materials for a hundred years without going out, and not waste any time to improve his abilities.

He didn't hate social activities, nor did he have autism, but he felt that these things were really a waste of time compared to his goals.

He was a man with a firm goal. For a greater dream, his eyes were always looking to the farthest place. Of course, he would occasionally look down at his cat.

Sometimes he would think that if he had come to a classical fairy world, he would definitely become the most determined seeker of truth.

In any case, life had to go on. The inconveniences of winter made Jenkins occasionally miss the past. In order to maintain the minimum dining standard, more gold pounds were consumed in food.

In order to make his wallet richer, Jenkins had to prepare more [Witch's Kiss] potions before the trading day.

He renovated his basement and used a creation pencil to make a metal wall to separate a compartment as an operating room for potion preparation.

Old Jack also sent a letter after the reading festival, asking Jenkins in a roundabout way whether he had tried the potion formula in the previous letter.

He finally told the truth, but still politely declined the invitation to become his apprentice and live in the Shire.

The decoration in the operation room is simple, with only a clean workbench made of metal plates and large and small glassware. There is a flowerpot in the corner, in which the seedlings of fantasy flowers that have absorbed a lot of life spirit are planted.

Jenkins doesn't know how to make it enter the next growth stage, and he doesn't dare to put it on the windowsill, so he can only leave it here temporarily.

Anyway, it's free, even if it withers because of lack of sunlight, it won't be too heartbroken.

Another decoration is the enamel doll A-01-2-0198 bought from the counterfeit shop. Three rows of long iron nails were driven into the wall, and a storage board was placed on the nails, and the exquisite painted enamel doll was placed on the top layer.

Jenkins wanted to rely on seeing it often to overcome his fear and discomfort of the flower girl. But later he found that he couldn't connect this doll with the girl at all.

Somehow, there was no failure in the preparation of the potion this time. The fusion of the materials by the spirit of life was surprisingly stable.

"Could it be that the improvement of soul power is helpful for the preparation of potions?"

He muttered to himself, while Chocolate lay on the chair behind him, fiddling with the flowers beside him with his paws out of boredom.

When Jenkins was doing his work, he usually put the cat nearby. And if Chocolate didn't have any strange ideas, he wouldn't bother the man.

Its ears suddenly moved a few times, and the cat head looked up suspiciously, with whiskers trembling on its furry cheeks. Soon it lowered again and called to Jenkins:

"Meow~"

"What's wrong, do you want to eat?"

The man turned his head and asked while stirring the liquid in his hand.

"Meow~"

Chocolate stood up and stretched out his front paws to shake upwards a few times.

"Oh, there are guests!"

The one who came to visit was Hathaway Hessa. In the evening, she and her family had dinner and returned to their residence on the riverbank to get some clothes. Then she heard from the servants that Jenkins had visited this afternoon.

"Please sit down."

He sealed the operating room in the basement and tidied up a pile of debris in front of the fireplace in the living room before inviting the lady in. She was not impatient. After entering the door, she handed the windbreaker and hat to Jenkins and sat quietly on the sofa to look at the place.

After working in the kitchen for a while, she carried the teapot and a set of porcelain tea sets on a tray back to the living room. The woman's figure was reflected on the glass of the window, looking a little illusory.

Hathaway probably came alone. Jenkins did not see the carriage or servants from the window.

"It's really troublesome for you to come here specially."

"It doesn't matter. St. George Street is not far away."

She looked at Jenkins' living room, and her eyes lingered on the lady's pocket watch on the coffee table. The rose petal pattern and small shape were definitely not for men.

"Even if you want to save money, there's no need to use a lady's watch, right?"

She didn't doubt that this was a gift from a lady to Jenkins.

"My watch will be fixed soon, this is just a replacement."

If you want to explain the origin of this watch, it will definitely involve the 31st. Jenkins didn't think it was necessary, although he had no immediate plans to repair the pocket watch.

After pouring out the tea, he also sat down and touched his nose:

"I came to see you this afternoon because I have something to do. Oh, by the way, Miss Mihail and I went out alone last night, and she invited me to a party."

Having said this, he looked up at the expression of the lady opposite. She nodded in surprise, raised her eyebrows, and motioned for Jenkins to continue.

Although there were some bad thoughts in my mind, these thoughts disappeared instantly when I thought of who the man sitting opposite was.

"You should also know a lady named Lindsay, right? Yes, she is the granddaughter of the Speaker of the Kingdom..."

He briefly explained what happened last night and warned:

"Miss Michael is also my friend, so I hope you can... restrain her behavior. This is really too dangerous. In addition, I got news from my friend today that the church has heard about this matter. , and started investigating. Although the possibility of involving us is very small, we cannot relax our vigilance."

"Psychic..."

For a moment, her face became gloomy and terrifying, and a slightly fierce light flashed in her eyes:

"Humph, Lindsay!"

Chapter 379 Chapter 374 Women, Etiquette and Funerals

Hathaway's fierce look really startled Jenkins:

"I think you won't be stupid enough..."

he asked cautiously.

"of course not."

The woman said in vain, then smiled apologetically, sighed, and leaned back on the chair:

"I just feel a little tired. Gifters like us are desperately trying to avoid all kinds of inexplicable things, but ordinary people are full of interest in exploring the unknown."

"That's because they don't know how to be reverent."

Jenkins took over the words and saw the tail of chocolate flashing in front of the kitchen door from the corner of his eye, "We know more, have more, and know things that are more terrifying and mysterious, so we know how to be in awe..." .please wait a while."

He stood up and walked towards the kitchen. Sure enough, he was rummaging through the chocolate in the basket on the table. There were some dinner plates stored there, and Jenkins, whose diet quality had seriously declined recently, had an idea and was trying to mentally draw some of the food in his memory.

There was a small amount of success on the dinner plate, but doing so consumed too much of his spirit, so he only got some as a sweet after dinner.

What chocolate is looking for should be today's creamy ice cream.

"It will upset your stomach."

It grabbed the cat's neck and held it in its arms, and then walked back to the living room.

Hathaway was turning to stare at the fire, and turned around when she heard footsteps. She was immediately amused by the scene of Jenkins walking up with the cat.

"Sorry, my cat wants to eat it secretly again. As I said... Oh, by the way, in short, please restrain Miss Mihail's behavior. This kind of thing is really too dangerous."

"I understand, and thank you very much."

"You're welcome, but don't say anything. It was me who revealed this matter. I promised her not to tell her."

The red-haired lady smiled softly and nodded gently.

"Your visit to me this afternoon should be more than just for this matter, right?"

Jenkins patted his head and then remembered what happened in the afternoon:

"Yes, a friend of mine has died and there's a funeral tomorrow afternoon, but I have no experience attending such events so wanted to..."

"no problem."

"Oh, please listen to me, there is actually one more thing. Well, it's a very important thing..."

He blushed and muttered for a long time before he made up his mind to speak out the request. Under normal circumstances, Jenkins would not trouble others easily:

"Today I went to visit Bishop Parrod of the church. He told me that this year's Rhett Award seems to have been decided to be awarded to me."

"Yeah?"

She asked in surprise, then stood up to say something, then sat back down again.

"This is so surprising. This is the highest honor in the literary world of the Kingdom! I originally thought that only elderly gentlemen with glasses can win such an award. This is really..."

She looked even more excited than Jenkins, expressing her joy incoherently:

"Mr. Willamt, congratulations."

He stood up and stretched out his white right hand in a pretentious manner. Jenkins also stood up, waved the non-existent hat on his head, then bent down and bowed, and finally took the woman's hand and shook it a few times.

The chocolate on the back of the seat clearly rolled his eyes.

"So, you are going to become a real noble?"

"What's the meaning?"

After the two sat down again, the conversation continued.

"Don't you know? The winners of the Rhett Award over the years will be awarded a title by the king at the dinner after the award ceremony. Since you are now an honorary baron, you can at least obtain the title of baron."

Jenkins really didn't know this, and it seemed that Beldiran's journey was more difficult than he imagined.

"So now I'm facing a problem. Because I have to meet the king, I think the royal family should send professionals to urgently train me on etiquette skills. But this may not be enough. Mr. Bishop asked me to find a professional etiquette teacher before leaving Nolan."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the lady opposite without blinking.

"Me?"

"My social circle is very small. I'm afraid I can only trouble you for this kind of thing. Of course, if you have a familiar etiquette teacher, you can also recommend it to me."

The woman shook her head gently: "The award ceremony of the Ritter Award is mostly in the middle of this month in previous years. Although there are many etiquette teachers, it is difficult for me to find one for you in a hurry. After all, there is not much time. If you really don't mind, I can teach you some basic etiquette courses in the next half month. It's just the basics. Teacher Sadana often complained before that I am not a person who likes rules."

"No problem, thank you so much!"

He breathed a sigh of relief. The most important thing now is to fool around with the award. As for the future, he can take his time. Whether it is Hathaway or Miss Audrey, they should be able to help him find a professional etiquette teacher locally.

That night, Hathaway spent a long time telling Jenkins about the customs and taboos of attending funerals. There were no interesting customs, and when talking about tributes and silence, his mood became bad again.

"Who is your friend?"

"Mason Pisco. You should know that he is the very famous playwright. "Mr. Pott's Forever 31 Days" is his work."

Without explaining how he met this gentleman, Hathaway did not ask, and he noticed Jenkins's low mood.

The next day was Saturday. Since he had to take a leave in the afternoon to attend the funeral, Jenkins got up very early to go to the store. He knew that his father would definitely approve the leave, but he still felt bad for taking leave frequently recently.

When he arrived at the store, his father was sitting in an antique rocking chair in front of the stove, reading today's "Nolan Daily".

"So early today?"

His eyes looked at the young man from above his glasses.

"Oh, I have something to do in the afternoon and I want to take a leave, so I came earlier in the morning."

"Go if you have something to do. There hasn't been much business in the store recently."

The old man said slowly, and turned his attention back to the newspaper.

This is the third day of this month, and the antique shop has only made one transaction. And it was a fake that was almost a work of art. The buyer was also an old player in antique collection. He just liked the style of the bowl and decided to buy it.

"It doesn't matter. I'm not a relative. I just need to arrive at the cemetery in the afternoon."

"It's a funeral..."

The old man shook his head, "Remember to dress decently and bring a bouquet of flowers. I remember your clothes are all black, which is convenient."

Chapter 380 Chapter 375 The Death of the "Undead"