The Master of the Strange Realm

Chapter 465 Chapter 459 The daily life of returning to the track

As for the reason why Old Jack chose Jenkins, it was because in his opinion, Jenkins was very trustworthy, so he sent a letter to seek his help. He was not worried that Jenkins' pharmaceutical level was not enough, because all he needed was a helper with pharmaceutical ability, and Jenkins had already revealed the news that he had successfully made [Witch's Kiss] in his last letter.

At the end of the letter, Old Jack mentioned that he had informed his father about this matter, so Jenkins did not need to worry about his father's attitude.

"Isn't that a good thing?"

Jenkins held the pen and thought for a while. Since Old Jack said he could bring the herbs to Nolan City, there was no reason to refuse. Moreover, he was able to buy gifts for his friends without any scruples during his trip to Belduran, thanks to Old Jack's [Witch's Kiss] potion formula.

Fill the pen with ink and write a reply to old Jack on the letter paper. He stated that he would have time to cooperate with him in refining the magic potion at any time before the end of this year, so Old Jack could go directly to Nolan after getting the herb.

There were other letters, too, such as invitations to a prom from people he didn't even know. Although it is tempting to throw these space-taking papers directly into the furnace, Bishop Parrod and Miss Windsor are right. Jenkins will live here for a long time as a mortal, and he must learn to deal with these things.

"Bring it to the club tomorrow and let Ms. Hathaway and Ms. Michael make up their minds..."

Processing these letters consumed so much time that he almost missed the time appointed by Miss Miller.

"Chocolate, come here!"

He sat on the sofa and patted his knees, and then Chocolate slowly strolled over.

The living room in his field of vision was shattered, replaced by the terrifyingly large reception room, but this time the gas light was not turned on. The only source of light in the room was the crackling fire in the fireplace. The flames reflected in Miss Miller's eyes, making those beautiful eyes even more lively.

He twisted slightly on the armchair and did not see Miss Stuart and Julia.

"They will not appear here tonight. Duke Decatel of the Hampavo Kingdom came to the royal capital from her own territory. As a princess of the royal family, she needs to attend the dinner."

Miss Miller easily understood what Jenkins was wondering about. She was holding Jenkins' manuscript in her hand, obviously helping him proofread it.

"Did you return to Nolan City successfully?"

"Yes, I plan to go to Miss Audrey's place again on the weekend. Her divination...I mean the astronomy course will continue."

After hearing what Jenkins said, Miss Miller chuckled and handed the manuscript back to him:

"I have already read this. I will not comment on the content. I think my reading taste is different from that of most ordinary readers. Wrong words have been marked. You can go back and check again."

"Thanks."

Jenkins lowered his head and read through it. He thought about the proposal incident that night again, and felt that something was wrong with the current atmosphere, so he thought to himself that he should hurry up and find a topic that could effectively change this situation.

"How can we destroy the ambiguous atmosphere?"

None of the female friends mentioned this, but it was a problem Jenkins could solve herself: bring up another woman.

"How are things going at Miss Stuart's place? How did you clarify our identities?"

"this is very simple."

She put her right hand on the handle of the chair, supported her head with her cane, and answered with a smile.

Jenkins swallowed, this action was indeed very lethal.

"Meow~"

Chocolate scratched Jenkins' hand with his little paw in dissatisfaction, reminding him not to stop scratching.

"I am still the second-rate detective Alexia Miller, who came to Loen from Nolan City for personal reasons. And you are a writer and part-time antique shop apprentice, Jenkins Willamt, an ordinary benefactor, Also my good friend.”

"that's all?"

"Yes, that's it."

She nodded at Jenkins: "That's the truth, isn't it?"

"To be honest...then how did Miss Stuart respond? Surprised? Angry?"

"Hmm~"

Miss Miller paused deliberately for a second: "It's very complicated. I've never seen so many emotions explode at the same time in one person. You will understand when you see her. Although we are not because we have any feelings for her. She deliberately tries to get closer to us, but this behavior is always wrong. I don’t think she will be as close to us as before during this period, but I am confident..."

She chuckled, not knowing what she was planning.

"Things are going very well, at least so far. Jenkins, I don't think you need to worry about anything. At least until the end of this year, Dolores and Julia will be with us to talk about something interesting as usual." topic of."

Jenkins nodded. He thought it was valuable to be friends with a princess. This represents more information channels. Of course, making friends cannot be so utilitarian. He does admire Miss Stuart very much.

"Definitely not appreciating her admiration for me!"

I talked with Miss Miller about those interesting math problems until late at night before returning to Nolan City. When I opened my eyes again, it was already Friday.

In the morning, I worked as usual at Dad's Antique Shop, and heard that the old castle occupied by Mr. Constantine was finally being cleared out during the gem party incident.

A-12-02-4219, [Filthy Devourer's Flesh] has been in a state of uncontrolled growth after being driven completely insane by Jenkins. In this state, it is difficult to pose a danger to prepared gifters, but it still needs to be handled with great caution.

This is a good thing, because the end of the event means another bonus will be credited to Jenkins. I just don’t know whether the church will give him cash directly or choose one piece from Mr. Constantine’s collection.

He thought about it expectantly for several hours before realizing that the matter would not be his choice.

The business in the antique shop was quite good today. While I was still copying out the tadpole essays in the morning, a trembling old lady walked in and selected a good-looking antique vase.

When the two were getting ready to have lunch, another middle-aged gentleman chose a colorful abstract oil painting. Although this is not an antique, it was sold for a good price because the painter who had just passed away suddenly became famous.

Dad thinks this is because an art dealer has accumulated a large number of paintings and wants to sell them at a high price through publicity.

Chapter 466 Chapter 460 Ladies’ Club

The club where the two aristocratic ladies met was located on Sheftir Avenue, and the agency where Jenkins hired the maid was also on this street.

When he got off the carriage with the cat, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Why can he get in?"

As soon as I stepped into the door, I heard someone talking next to me. Turning around, a young man grabbing his hat was pointing at Jenkins and complaining loudly to the club guard who was pulling him aside.

He has a lot of freckles on his face, his nose is a little red, his face is thin, and his hairline is a little back.

Seeing that Jenkins noticed this, he immediately put down his finger and smiled apologetically:

"Sorry sir, I'm not taking it personally. I'm just complaining about an injustice to this gentleman."

Judging from the young man's attire, he should be a college student who is still in school. Jenkins, who had recently learned some ways of judging people's incomes based on their clothing, concluded that this man had about the same income as Blake Wilt, the art college student he shot to death on a rainy night.

"This man has no grievances against me. Why do I use such a depressing metaphor?"

He thought to himself and stopped subconsciously.

"What happened?"

he asked the guard on the side.

"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Willamette."

He lowered his head slightly, and then explained in a muffled voice:

"This Mr. George Liverpool wanted to break into the club, but he was not invited by any of the ladies."

The young Mr. Liverpool's face immediately turned red. He hurriedly lowered his head and pretended to adjust the tie in front of his shirt. When the guards were driving them out just now, the two of them had some scuffles.

"This Mr. Willamette has been invited and therefore has access."

The guard said to Liverpool again, and then warned:

"This club is private property and if you still want to break in, you will be sent to Carfax Ground."

The guard responded appropriately, so Jenkins shrugged and went about his business.

"I thought I heard a quarrel outside."

As soon as she opened the door, she heard Miss Michael asking Hathaway.

"Someone's trying to break into the club."

He replied casually, smiled and nodded at the two ladies, and handed the hat and coat to the maid serving beside them.

The two ladies stood up at the same time, and Hathaway took a half step back, making Miss Michael's position more prominent.

"Baron Williamt, long time no see."

Miss Michael smiled and stretched out her right hand in a drooping pose. Her hands were beautiful and she wore no rings, just a pair of long-sleeved white lace gloves.

Jenkins was stunned for a moment, and Hathaway immediately gestured to the number 23 with her lowered hand. He immediately thought of the hand-kissing ceremony in the middle of page 23 of his notes. Although he had studied it carefully, this was the first time he encountered it.

He coughed, walked forward with a smile, bowed his head and stood at attention in greeting, then took the blonde girl's right hand with his right hand, bowed his head and gently kissed the back of her fingers with his slightly closed lips.

He smelled a strong smell of powder and his nose felt a little itchy.

"I remember that this seemed to be a courtesy that could only be done when facing a married lady."

He wondered in his mind, guessing that he might not have studied seriously and missed some important knowledge points.

The three of them sat down, the maids brought tea and snacks, and Jenkins also took out the gifts he bought.

What was given to Miss Michael was a purely handmade quill. Of course, in this era, the ornamental value of this thing is far greater than its use value; what was given to Hathaway was a uniquely shaped painted pottery figurine, probably with arms spread out. Angel.

When the latter left the Holy See, Bishop Strick heard that he still needed a souvenir, so he took it from the church on his own initiative. It is said that he was blessed by Pope Ponteff IV.

"The one making the noise outside isn't George Liverpool again, is he?"

"Yes, is he famous?"

Jenkins asked as he picked out candies for the chocolate.

"This Mr. Liverpool and Miss Jennifer Lawrence both studied at St. Chekov's Steam Power Technical College. It's normal for a man to fall in love with a woman at first sight."

Although she made such an evaluation, Miss Michael's tone was quite indifferent. She snorted softly, then shook her head, leaned forward and pushed Jenkins' teacup and some snacks to a closer position.

"Does Miss Lawrence not like Liverpool?"

"Jennifer doesn't even know who he is. Recently, she thought she was stalked."

This sentence was still answered by Miss Michael, and Hathaway was still the weak look who didn't like to talk. Sometimes, Jenkins felt that her acting skills were better than his.

Although she has not found that Jenkins has appeared beside her in many different identities.

"That's a pity."

Jenkins said in a low voice, and finally chose a green candy from the candy box. Since Chocolate likes the Orb of Life, he should like it too.

Jenkins was not interested in the story of a poor young student pursuing a rich lady, so the topic was gently removed and the main topic of the great writer's travel story was entered.

The two ladies were very interested in the Queen and Miss Windsor, and they tirelessly asked about the details of their clothes and expressed their opinions.

"I heard some interesting rumors..."

Miss Michael changed the topic and gently shook the teacup with a spoon: "I heard that last week, a formal duel between nobles took place in Beldiran City. Among them, a certain writer, stole the show."

Hathaway also covered her mouth and laughed elegantly.

"Oh, I guess so."

He said awkwardly, because in his opinion, defeating an ordinary person head-on was not something worth boasting about. He really wanted to share his experience of watching the circus, which was really exciting, but I think the noble girls would not like such vulgar things.

"Little Galvin has lost face this time. When I saw him last time at the opera house in Berdiran, I knew he wouldn't be a smart man."

"Maybe he was provoked. Young people are always like this."

He answered absent-mindedly, thinking of the lion jumping through the fire ring. Maybe he could train Chocolate to do these things.

"Aren't you also a young man?"

Miss Michael asked back, motioning to the maid in a white apron standing by to add tea for everyone.

"I mean the psychological age. Some people's real age is different from the age they perceive themselves to be."

"But the Galvin family is really in trouble. You should have seen the recent newspapers."

PS: The main storyline of this volume will start soon. Everyone should be patient with such a semi-daily plot.

Seeking votes.

In addition: School is about to start, and I have to go back to do my graduation thesis. I have a headache just thinking about it.

Chapter 467 Chapter 461 Knowledge that cannot be spread

"Yes, when the steam train stopped in Ovsk, I saw in the newspaper that people had found prohibited weapons from the Galvin family's territory. They were said to be steam bombs with their casting numbers erased?"