Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 This kind of gathering between neighbors is held once a year, and this time is the 13th year. At the beginning of the gathering, everyone first paid tribute to the tragic death of the neighbor, Widow Margaret, and then began to discuss various matters for the new year.

　　 Aside from moving in with new neighbors during the year, there have not been many changes on this street. Even though everyone moved out for a while at the end of last year, the tranquility and peace of St. George Street remained unchanged.

　　 Therefore, the party went quite smoothly. Every time lawyer Bell announces a clause or matter, everyone will vote by show of hands, and if anyone has any doubts, they can also discuss it together.

　　 When it comes to apportioning community management costs, new neighbors naturally have to say whether they will pay the money. Miss Yindi, that is, Mrs. Mistral Frante, seemed to live here for a long time, and decisively stated that she could join the community management plan.

　　 And attorney Bell, as Mr. Goodman expected, said very tactfully that Jenkins’ house now occupies two households, so he needs to bear the double cost.

　　 "I think it's okay. But since I paid out two golden pounds, should I enjoy the right to double?"

　　 he asked.

　　 "Of course, this is equivalent to having two houses on this street, Viscount, and you will naturally enjoy double service."

　　 Attorney Bell said that, he directly referred to Jenkins as "Viscount", even though Jenkins had not yet gone to Bel Dylan to accept the promotion because of the deterioration of the Queen's health. But no one else had any opinions, so the matter was resolved easily.

　　 In addition to the terms and agreements that have lasted for many years, the most important additional content of this meeting is the discussion of the installation of street lights on St. George Street.

　　 Since the Church of the Sage stated that it could afford part of the cost of street lamp installation, and cooperated with the city hall to install street lamps on the main road, other churches finally understood that the Church of the Sage wanted to use this method to spread their faith.

　　 After a preliminary assessment, it is believed that this will pay less and the benefits will be higher. Other churches in Nolan have also begun to consult the city hall whether there is still a lack of funds for urban infrastructure construction.

　　 But even so, St. George Street in the west of the city has only installed simple street lights at the end of the street and across from Jenkins's house, which obviously cannot meet the needs of all residents.

　　 Attorney Bell’s proposal was that everyone pooled some money, and he had a way to contact the people in the city hall to install sufficient lamps on St. George Street in advance.

　　 It is not very difficult to install street lampposts, and there are enough gas pipes buried deep under the street. Just open the valve at the bottom of the lamppost, connect an additional pipe to the underground gas pipe, and use it after a little debugging.

　　 The reason why Nolan City Hall did not install street lights on a large scale was because it was extremely difficult to dig the road in winter, and the other was political considerations. As for what Jenkins is considering, I don't know, it's all the old man said.

　　 Most of the neighbors do not support Lawyer Bell’s proposal. They are unwilling to pay extra, and judging from the current trend, St. George’s Street can be bright by the fall of this year at most.

　　 It is quite unwise to spend money to own a street lamp half a year in advance, so in the end Lawyer Bell can only regretfully throw the paper with the proposal into the trash can next to it.

　　 Another important thing is the gradual and severe problem of epidemic prevention. After the Evergreen Forest War, there were reports of corpse plagues everywhere in Nolan. The church estimates that the summit of the outbreak of the plague will appear at the end of this month or the beginning of the next month, and then it will slowly disappear due to the city’s active disaster prevention response and the loss of the skeleton sword as a source of power.

　　 This news has been told to the citizens of the city through newspapers after a change of interpretation. Therefore, the current situation of epidemic prevention is still not optimistic, and in order to prevent this infectious disease from invading St. George Street, neighbors need to be prepared.

　　 For example, washing hands frequently, eating cooked food, etc., of course needless to say, other things such as paying attention to your health at all times, and regular inspections also need to be emphasized.

　　 Some people even mentioned the problem of pets. After all, there are not many cases of small animals spreading plague. Of course, the mention of pets is not aimed at Jenkins's cats, cats can catch mice-although chocolate does not, and mice are carriers of many terrible diseases, so it is beneficial for epidemic prevention.

　　 I mentioned pets to talk about the pet chicken in Mr. Goodman's house.

　　 Someone complained vaguely about being woken up by **** crows recently, and the residents living near Mr. Goodman's house also agreed.

　　Goodman expressed his apologies for this incident and said that he would send the chicken away as soon as possible in the near future.

　　 "My cousin and his family come to the city for vacation and will be back to the country next week."

　　 He assured everyone, so everyone didn't say anything more.

Chapter 1065 Chapter 1047 The Gift of the Past

　　 It was already half past nine when the neighbors’ gathering ended, and when they left Lawyer Bell’s house, everyone was holding a new agreement. Jenkins walked towards home with Mistral Frante and Mr. Goodman. After bidding farewell to the two, Jenkins took the key to open the fence door.

　　 The cat that heard the sound immediately rushed out of the small door under the door, wagging its tail and looked at Jenkins on the steps in front of the door, looking happy.

　　 "It’s a good day today."

　　 He bent down and patted the cat on the head, then took out the key to open the door. Chocolate obediently followed the man, and it went too obediently tonight.

　　 But everything in the house is normal, except for the extremely imperceptible fragrance in the air, there is nothing unusual in the house.

　　 "Maybe the chocolate has finally become good."

　　 Jenkins guessed in his heart that he chose to believe it before finding evidence that chocolate was doing bad things.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The cat gently rubbed Jenkins's hand, and the cat's face with squinting eyes was full of enjoyment.

　　 The next day was Monday, and in the early morning the sky was lightly raining. Jenkins didn't bring an umbrella when he went to get the newspaper, so he got wet when he returned to the house.

　　 Use flames to evaporate raindrops on clothes and newspapers, looking at the crumpled newspaper, feeling a little unhappy.

　　 After dinner, he took his umbrella to the old antique shop. The gloomy morning was in a bad mood, and the old man announced to Jenkins that he could give him a day off today.

　　 "I'm going to the church to help identify a trick. It is the altar that Miss Bevanna brought back."

　　Papa said while putting on his coat. Due to the rain, the temperature was a bit low this morning.

　　 "I will probably not be there all day. Since it rains, there will be no customers. Don't look at the store. Go find Mihaier or Hesha. I remember you said you would find time to play with them."

　　 "What about tomorrow?"

　　 Jenkins didn't reject his father's suggestion, and he wouldn't know where he went anyway.

"Come here as normal tomorrow, just in time we clean up the warehouse together, I am going to teach you some complicated rituals, this needs space. Oh, there is one more thing, Bevana wants to rest, she asked me to tell you, tonight's fight The class will be suspended once, but it will be normal on Wednesday, don’t forget.”

　　 "Good old man."

　　 Jenkins stood at the door, took out the umbrella in the tube behind the door and handed it to his father. The father was wearing a black coat, a pair of rain boots, a black hat on his head, an umbrella in one hand and a suitcase in the other.

　　 After Jenkins opened the door, the old man walked out, stood under the canopy and looked up at the rain, then raised the umbrella in his hand and shook it slightly in the air. The umbrella bounced off with a "bang~" sound.

　　 "You throw away the box with my label in the warehouse, then lock the door and you can leave. Remember to turn the sign at the door."

　　 Dad ordered that after getting Jenkins' response, he stepped into the rain on Fifth Queen's Avenue.

　　 "It’s nice to take a day off."

　　 Jenkins muttered to himself, closing the door, isolating the cold wind from the door. The cat has already jumped on the counter, lying on the cushion that belongs to it. Chocolate thinks that today will be a very interesting day.

　　 The small cardboard box that the old man put in the warehouse was not very heavy. Jenkins opened it out of curiosity and found that there were some torn old papers inside. Judging from the yellowed paper, it should be some years old.

　　 took the cardboard box and came to the alley where the garbage was thrown. Because of the rain that lasted for half a night, the alley with uneven ground had accumulated a layer of water. Jenkins looked at his boots, not wanting the foul sewage to splash on them.

　　 He glanced back and made sure that the pedestrians on the street behind him were hurriedly walking under the umbrella, so he called out the fire of gift and directly lit the box.

　　 The deliberately controlled flame quickly burns the combustibles in the box, even if they get damp due to rain, they are easily ignited.

　　 Together with the box, the pile of paper was quickly burned out, and then Jenkins discovered that it was not just paper that had been licked by the fire. So he immediately retracted the flame, and found the interlayer in a notebook that had been torn in half.

　　 In the interlayer is a bark-like thing, which has certain fire resistance, so Jenkins can see it before it is burned. After taking it out, I found two lines of words written on it. Although the bark was burned off the corners, the words were lucky and did not suffer:

　　 [Father, I knew you could find the surprise I gave you, Happy Reading Day! This piece of Ngusan bark is a gift-Stilwell.

　　 Another: I hope you can consider my winter vacation plan. 】

　　 "Stewart?"

　　 Jenkins was taken aback, put the bark in his pocket first, and then burned all the remaining waste paper. He took the umbrella and walked towards the antique shop, thinking about the bark in his heart.

　　Miss Stillwell was a former student of Dad, and the "Engus Bark" written on the bark is a very precious material. This bark has a better writing feel than modern industrial paper, and it is not perishable and can be stored for a long time.

　　 More importantly, the bark of Nguth is an extremely good substance for storing spirits. The ritual was branded on it, and the spirit passed very slowly. Therefore, in the development of modern charms, in addition to various metal and gem charms, scroll-type "spells" are also quite popular, and the most excellent scroll material is Engus bark.

　　 Judging from the message on the bark, this is probably a reading festival in the past year. The senior sister gave him a holiday gift, but the old man did not find it.

　　 For unknown reasons, the lady didn't remind Dad about this afterwards, so this thing has been kept till now.

"Ok......"

　　 Jenkins instinctively wanted to use this bark to investigate Dad, but immediately felt that it was impolite and boring to do so.

　　 "When the old man comes back, give him the bark...Use this to bring up the topic, the old man will definitely say something."

　　 He thought this way, holding down the cat that came from the other side of the counter and wanted to sniff, and then put the bark in the notebook and took it back into the counter.

　　 "This is daddy's, not mine. You can't eat it casually."

　　 He said to his cat, and was surprised to see that his cat really gave up the struggle.

　　 "Is the chocolate sick?"

　　 He thought in horror, and immediately took the bark out of the counter.

　　 "Would you like to eat?"

　　 He stretched the bark to his cat, the chocolate shrugged his petite nose, and a disgusting expression appeared on his face. It had eaten something better last night.

　　 "Are you sick? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

　　 He asked uncertainly, and the cat gave a soft cry, sounding healthy.

　　 "If you feel unwell, you must tell me."

　　 frowned and said worriedly, trying to reach out and touch the chocolate belly to confirm if there was a lumps, but was pushed away by the cat's paw.

　　PS: If you can, try not to fatten up (cover your face). Recently, the number of orders has dropped dramatically.

Chapter 1066 Chapter One Thousand and Forty-Eight Old Elf

　　 Following the father’s instructions, he closed the store door. Jenkins neither chose to go home nor go to the girls. Instead, he went to the original owner of the fruit plate according to the information he got at the seaside grocery store last week.

　　 It was an old man living alone. The thief stole his things from his home, and it was acquired by Jenkins after changing hands several times. In fact, Jenkins has no hope of obtaining the secret of the fruit plate. Even its original owner is unlikely to know the secret.

　　 The old man lives in a rental apartment in the south of the city. When Jenkins held an umbrella and looked at the apartment across the street, the rain was getting heavier and heavier. He pushed the cat back from the chest button gap, then turned his head and walked into the alley to change his appearance.

　　, thinking about the reason for the visit, waited until the carriage passed, and then crossed the street to the downstairs of the apartment. I took a breath and knocked on the door a few times. The door wetted by rain made my fingers wet, and the rust on the door also stuck to my fingers.

Thirty seconds later, I heard footsteps inside the door. The one who opened the door was a mean-looking woman of about 30 years old. She was wearing a red sweater and holding a tea cup in her left hand. She looked at the door with scrutiny eyes. The man in shabby clothes.

　　 "Are you old Bruce's friend?"

　　 she asked.

"Ok?"

　　 Jenkins didn't know the old Bruce, she might have admitted the wrong person.

　　 "Clean up the water from the soles of the foot pads and then come in. Old Bruce is in the second room on the third floor."

　　 She warned, as if Jenkins was a foul-smelling beggar, only to say "You are not welcome here".

"I know."

　　 I wanted to explain my identity, but the second room on the third floor was Jenkins's goal. It sounds like an elderly person living alone is at home, and this is a good opportunity to visit.

　　 From the perspective of the living environment, the financial situation of the elderly should not be very good. Jenkins believes that his gold pound can compensate for his impolite visits.

　　 "But what if it is a gifter? No, it should not be a gifter, otherwise the fruit plate will not be stolen so easily."

　　 Jenkins thought so, and stepped into the third floor. There are a total of three rooms on the third floor, all of which are closed at this time.

　　 Although he thought it was impossible to be a gifter, Jenkins looked at it with real eyes, and then saw the blue aura of the humanoid lying lying down.

　　 "......"

　　 turned around and wanted to walk downstairs, but an old and tired voice came from the room:

　　 "Is it Harama, please come in, I didn't close the door. I heard Mrs. Rubick opening the door for you just now."

　　 "Oh, **** it!"

　　 Jenkins complained in his heart, put his left hand into his coat and touched the pistol, then turned and returned to the door of the room, reaching out and pushing the door open.

　　 There is a fresh smell that is unique to the morning forest in the room. The space inside is not too big. When Jenkins opened the door and came in, the old man in the bedroom spoke again:

　　 "I have written the will, I think it will be done after proofreading this time. Oh, Willie, you lucky guy, you can finally get my walking stick, ahem~"

　　 The physical condition of the owner of the room sounds very bad. Jenkins stood in the bedroom and hesitated for a few seconds before walking in slowly.

　　 "Harama, look at this..."

　　 The old man sitting on the bed in his pajamas under the quilt finally realized that the person entering the door was not a friend at all. He flinched toward the foot of the bed nervously, and the old man's face had a look of horror.

　　 "Is it a robber? Get out, there is nothing you want here."

　　'S voice is severe, but he can hear a little fright. He seems to want to scare Jenkins away through such intimidation, but it is impossible. Jenkins blocked the door of the bedroom and looked at him. It took him a long time to open the palm of his right hand to show him the spell:

　　 "This is a spell for sound insulation, I think you should know it. So stop shouting, the woman downstairs can't hear you."

　　 Seeing the spell in Jenkins's hand, Old Bruce immediately understood that he was a gifter. Although he didn't understand what happened, he thought that strangers who rushed in were probably bad guys. The arm that stretched out immediately seemed to be trying to use something, but he coughed fiercely, and even the spirit that had finally condensed in the body coughed away.

　　 The old man’s life is about to come to an end, even the long-lived alien creatures will eventually have such a day. He coughed for a while before stopping, Jenkins handed him the towel beside the bed, and the old man thanked him softly with the voice squeezed out of his lungs.

　　 Pulled a chair from the desk and sat on the bed. Because the room was sultry, he unbuttoned his coat one by one. The cat rushed to his knees and lay down. The coat was put on the back of the chair by Jenkins.