Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1060
Hathaway and Jenkins were in an upscale dessert shop. To be more precise, it was less a shop and more a members-only club. Though it lacked formal private rooms, the booths were incredibly plush. Paired with the sweet aroma that filled the air, it was the kind of place where anyone would be happy to while away an afternoon.
The decor was exquisite. In addition to the wallpaper that perfectly matched the shop’s atmosphere, the exposed gas lamps and steam pipes along the walls were wrapped in colorful paper, ensuring their metallic sheen wouldn’t spoil the ambiance for the patrons.
Jenkins, however, was secretly worried this was a major fire hazard. After all, paper was highly flammable.
“What did my father talk to you about?”
Hathaway closed the red-covered menu and handed it back to the waiter, who gave them a slight bow before departing.
“We discussed some news from the kingdom. Nothing you haven’t heard before.”
Jenkins answered dismissively, but the look on Hathaway's face showed she didn't believe a word of it.
“Actually, I have a secret to tell you.”
He announced this with a grave expression, then leaned forward, bringing his mouth close to Hathaway’s ear. In doing so, he squashed his cat, which had been feigning sleep on the table like a little angel. Jenkins could feel the creature squirming indignantly against his stomach.
He whispered, then settled back into his seat, scooping the cat into his arms and stroking it gently before it could throw a fit.
Hathaway’s surprise wasn't as pronounced as Jenkins had anticipated. The red-haired young woman discreetly glanced at his ears, as if trying to confirm her own suspicions.
“It is. I’ve suspected it for a long time, but I only truly confirmed it after something happened a few days ago. You see, my healing abilities are so exceptional—I should have realized it sooner!”
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“Not yet, but I don’t think I’m mistaken.”
Jenkins nodded, his reply full of conviction.
“Perhaps you should find a scholar who specializes in the history of non-human races. You could inquire if any well-known elven bloodlines have continued since the elves left the material world. If you investigate the relationship between those families and the Williams family, you might be able to fully confirm your suspicions.”
The young woman suggested, watching as Jenkins nodded excitedly. It was an excellent idea. Even if the old elf wouldn't talk, Jenkins wasn't without other ways to uncover the Williams family's secrets.
“Speaking of elves, I’ve got something for you.”
He declared with a grin. After a quick look around to make sure no one was watching their booth, he lifted the briefcase he’d been carrying onto the table. With a soft click, he undid the metal clasps, opened the lid toward himself, and then slid the case over to Hathaway.
“Look, this is a gift for you.”
He revealed the rows of test tubes nestled in the case’s lining. Old Jack had given them to him before he left Shire. But Jenkins had already learned to brew all these potions himself, so using elven magic to extend their shelf life was pointless. He decided to give them away as a present instead.
“I've learned to brew potions. My Soul Trait Ability is a great help in making them.”
“Why are you giving them to me?”
Hathaway asked, a hint of wistfulness in her voice.
Jenkins had no idea why she would ask such a question, and there was certainly no other way to find out the answer right now.
“Because I like you.”
He said, and Hathaway’s face immediately flushed crimson.
After accepting the case of potions, Hathaway cautiously asked Jenkins if he had ever heard of "Witch's Kiss." Of course, Jenkins couldn't admit to having peddled such a concoction, so he denied it instantly, which seemed to put her at ease.
Jenkins wasn't particularly skilled at dating; to be more precise, he had no experience whatsoever. If this era had movie theaters, he would have gladly spent the afternoon in one—it would have saved both time and effort.
But the opera house was closed in the afternoon, and Jenkins couldn't think of anywhere else to go. In the end, it was a cheerfully smiling Hathaway who made a suggestion, and the two of them ended up spending the afternoon visiting a quill-and-ink club and the city museum.
Though wandering around was rather dull, Hathaway seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, which made Jenkins quite happy as well.
As evening fell, he took Hathaway back to her home. She kissed him in the carriage. They had spent a wonderful afternoon together, and before they parted, Hathaway repeatedly reminded him to give her a heads-up the next time he wanted to ask her out.
“So, what are you doing now?”
They stood before the carriage as a servant from the earl’s residence opened the wrought-iron gate.
“I’m thinking of inviting Briny to dinner. We might go to the opera afterward, or we might not. Depends on the time.”
He said this without batting an eye, quite impressed with his own audacity.
“That’s good, Jenkins. I’m sorry you have to bear so much, but I swear this will all be over before the end of summer.”
She hugged him again, then, with a faint blush, bid him a formal farewell.
As he watched the red-haired girl's retreating figure, the cat on his shoulder let out a disgruntled “Meow~.” It seemed to conclude that human females were, indeed, treacherous, cunning, and utterly immoral creatures.
The next stop was the residence of Marquis Mikhail. Given his military duties, the Marquis was naturally not home on a Monday evening. Briny, however, was, and she looked as though she was just about to head out.
When she heard Jenkins invite her to dinner, the blonde girl immediately declared that she had plenty of time and could leave right away.
“Did you have other plans for this evening?”
Jenkins asked quizzically, eyeing her clothes, which were clearly meant for going out, and the handbag she held.
“I did have plans, but not anymore.”
Unable to make sense of her logic, Jenkins decided not to dwell on it.
The two of them left together. Jenkins had already made reservations at a restaurant, so they went there directly. After dinner, seeing that it was still early, he suggested going to the opera with Briny, but she had class the next morning and had to return home.