Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 Although he looked at this pile of things with a glimmer of hope in his spare time, he still didn't see any brilliance.

Section 22 Chapter 21 The First Business

　　 Dad just asked Jenkins to do a simple scrub, so he finished the work in just an hour. Seeing that the old man hadn't come back, he walked into the counter, took out the photos and white paper hidden in the book, and started copying.

　　 It was not easy at the beginning, because those tadpole texts must be squinted to recognize the specific structure. Obviously, it is not a professional photographer who took the photos. The interlacing of light and dark makes the recognizability of the stele even worse.

　　 is not only that, in the process of copying, Jenkins' hearing seems to be magnified. The creaking noises from the steam pipes and the jokes of pedestrians walking outside bothered him like flies, all of which made it more difficult to copy text.

　　 is only two lines of text, and it took five minutes for the first copy. The old man said that it doesn't have to be exactly the same, it is enough to be similar, but Jenkins's results are more like the handwriting of a hospital doctor.

　　 "Nothing seems to have changed."

　　 After experiencing it for a while, he realized that there was no feeling of cold air flowing through his body, so he thought it was the result of not copying enough.

　　 Jingling~

　　 The bell rang at the door, and Jenkins calmly put away the things on hand, and then saw a young man in a khaki overcoat coming in. His short brown hair was in a mess, and he looked a little panicked and restless, and he lowered his head and almost ran into the old bronze bell in front of him.

　　 Although the old man said it was fake, he made the old one himself.

　　 "Hello, I'll sell things."

　　 The young man came to the counter timidly, his right hand, which had been placed on the inside of his shirt, seemed to be pulling out something.

　　 "Isn't it a pistol?"

　　 Jenkins speculated maliciously, but fortunately, his luck was not that bad. It was just a rusty copper ring. The ring looked very big, enough for Jenkins's **** to pass through.

　　 "Please wait a minute."

　　 Jenkins nodded politely to him, and walked to the door with the book with photos and white paper in between.

　　 "Father, the guest is here!"

　　 He yelled, the young man was so startled that he almost fell, but fortunately he was holding the counter.

　　 Seeing Jenkins look over, an awkward smile appeared on his unhealthy pale face.

　　 "Sub-health, not exposed to the sun all year round, should still be a student, not good at communicating with people. So, this is a poor student who is forced to sell the valuables on hand because of his livelihood?"

　　 Jenkins guessed.

　　 Daddy soon came out of the warehouse. He nodded to Jenkins, took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket and put on them. Then go around the counter.

　　 Taking advantage of this effort, Jenkins immediately opened the Eye of True Vision, and then found that there was a faint red light on the ring.

　　 Fortunately, he was standing behind the old man, and the attention of the pale customers was all on the ring, so his expression was not noticed.

"Please wait......"

　　 The old man carefully picked up the ring and said to the embarrassed young man. Then he took off his glasses and brought the ring in front of him to observe carefully.

　　 It was just like this at first, but then Jenkins saw a white light spot in front of him suddenly glow.

　　 "So that's the reason why Oliver is able to take charge of this place? I just don't know if this is the basic ability provided by the church, or the ability that I don't know where it came from."

　　 While he was thinking, he continued to watch in silence. After the ability was activated, the father hesitated for a while, and it seemed that he had discovered something.

"It can be regarded as an antique." He said simply, "but the year may be a little bit closer. Judging from the casting method of the ring itself, this is something from the early days of the establishment of the Kingdom of Fedictri. This ring looks a bit larger. The fingers of ordinary people cannot be so thick, so this is specially made for a specific person. Unfortunately, there is no mark on the ring that can point to the identity, so I can only judge that his first owner is a hundred years old. A certain blacksmith or butcher in the past. To be honest, if you can prove that this is the relic of a certain nobleman, I can offer you a price of more than 10 pounds."

"Yes, sir."

　　 The young man smiled miserably.

　　 "This is something left by our ancestors. It is said that he is indeed a blacksmith. It is not very valuable, but the school of art will have to pay the tuition soon, so..."

　　 This person seems to be very bad at talking, and simply reveals his details in one sentence. Of course, the premise is that he is telling the truth.

　　 "1 pound."

　　 Dad thought for a moment, then put the ring back on the wooden tabletop.

　　 "Sir, can you add a little more..."

　　 "I am a believer in [Inheritance of the sage], and I give you such a price only for the sake of your student status."

　　 The old man's eyes were a bit sharp, and the young man stepped back, his face embarrassed. He hesitated for a moment, nodded, and the old man quickly took out a **** wallet from his arms, and skillfully counted out a banknote.

　　 "Thank you."

　　 "Welcome to visit the old antique shop again."

　　 After the young man accepted the money, he turned around and left without looking back. Jenkins didn't even have a chance to learn his name.

　　 After the bell rang again, the young man left completely. The old man shook his head and smiled, took a red lacquered wood box from the counter, and carefully placed the ring in the velvet lining.

　　 "Our luck is really good."

　　 He carefully closed the box, and took out a white piece of paper to write on.

　　 "Sir, is this..."

　　 Jenkins once again displayed his masterful acting skills without a teacher, precisely controlling the surprise of his face.

"Yes it is."

　　 The old man wrote the note, and then used the 8p bottle of expensive glue to stand it on the box. This glue was only used by Newman Williams in college in Jenkins' memory.

　　 "Usually, one might not be able to receive one in a week. I didn't expect to see it as soon as the door was opened this time."

　　 Seeing that Jenkins still has some doubts, he continued: "I can only verify whether this is a mortal thing. Next, it will be sent to the church. Our job is to buy it."

　　 "Then the 1 pound just now, will the church reimburse it?"

"Of course it will." The old man laughed indifferently. "Not only that, after the church appraisal, it will be given to us as a cash reward at one-tenth of the value of the item. I rely on it. This craft is for dinner."

　　 "We?"

　　 He faintly guessed something.

"Yes, little student, Father Oliver is not a stingy person. Although you are just watching the business this time, I will still give you a quarter of the money after three or four weeks. You move out and become independent. The life plan should be realized within half a year."

Section 23 Chapter 22 Flower Girl

　　 Jenkins is naturally overjoyed. He didn't expect that there is such a good thing here. He only needs to do one thing, he can get three salaries for church, apprenticeship, and acquisition commission, and he can also study for free. I'm afraid, even the job of learning "craftsmanship" that the old William asked favorably for Jenkins is less than one-tenth of the job here.

　　 "Is the 1 gold pound that the young man just got its antique value?"

　　 Jenkins hasn't forgotten this.

　　 "Do you think the old man is too harsh, and you didn't understand the young man just now."

　　 he asked rhetorically.

　　 Jenkins waved his hand immediately.

　　 "Of course not, I know that the more storytelling people like this, the more fake they sell. I just want to learn about antiques."

　　 "Do you still know this?"

　　 Daddy showed a slightly strange expression.

　　 "Yes, my family used to run a small shop, and my father would also buy some second-hand goods. I listened to him."

　　 is actually seen from a previous life novel.

"That's right. That young man may be a real student, but this thing is definitely not something of a family heritage. When he left, he didn't even look at the ring again, which is enough to see that he just wanted to shoot something like this. From my point of view, this is probably **** that he did not know where to find his luck, or simply stolen goods."

　　 Jenkins opened his mouth and did not refute. This era is definitely not as glamorous as he has seen. I don't know how much crime and darkness are hidden in the slums and sewers. Gangs and killers are the keywords of this era. And he was just lucky enough to meet a good identity.

　　 "As for the value of the antique, if I come to estimate it, it is only worth 2 pounds. The words that were just verified are all true." The old man laughed.

　　 "So, you still make a pound."

　　 Jenkins complained in his heart, but didn't think there was anything wrong with this kind of thing. The old antique shop is obviously a legal antique shop. If it does not follow the rules, it will be discovered to be true.

　　 The rest of the morning, as the old man said, there were no guests. Jenkins carefully copied the tadpole text a hundred times, only feeling dizzy, and he even retched a few times.

　　 The old man said that this was normal. He laughed at [Death at the end] The church’s method of accumulating spirit at a low level was to follow a strange method to get close to the corpse and perceive death. That is the real means of suffering.

　　 Jenkins didn't feel the effect of doing this because he was not sensitive to spirits. After waiting for several months to use the power for many times, I am used to the spirit flowing in the body, even if I only copy a word, I can feel the slight airflow.

　　 After lunch, there was a half-hour break. Father Oliver first tested Jenkins' historical knowledge. After discovering a mess, he could only read the book first, and then practice after he understood common sense and nouns.

　　 "At least you are literate."

　　 Papa Oliver stood in front of the counter and mumbled softly, making Jenkins on the side embarrassed what to say.

　　 "Everything is to blame the original owner!"

　　 The day passed so peacefully, the handling of the ring was not involving Jenkins, but he threw him a few history books when he left and went home to read.

　　 "You also know about that big octopus, so hurry home."

　　 When Jenkins was about to step out of the store, the old man reminded him behind him that he only remembered that there was such a thing.

　　 In Nolan at the end of July, it gets dark later. Jenkins's home is on the west, and the east is a chaotic dock area. Both his family and dad told him not to go near there if there is nothing to do. Because the security in Nolan City, only the dock area is worse than the slums.

　　 Because he was worried that he would bump into the octopus again when he came home late, Jenkins still decided to go home in a carriage. In order not to be underestimated by the coachman this time, he tidied up his more mature clothes, tried to pretend to be a middle-class gentleman who just got off work, and then paced with a book to the intersection of the Fifth Queen's Road, where several carriages stopped. , The coachman is planning to hang out the kerosene lamp.

　　 "Sir, would you like to buy a bunch of flowers?"

　　 A cowardly voice came from around, and Jenkins turned his head and saw a little girl in shabby clothes standing in the alley next to him. She does not look more than ten years old, her face is not delicate, some dark blonde hair is simply braided and hung behind her, and the shoes on her feet show her toes.

　　 "Anyway, now I have money, buy a bunch and take it home as a celebration."

　　 Jenkins walked over with a smile while thinking, of course, did not walk into the alley. In this era, as long as they walk on the road, ordinary gangsters and gangsters will never dare to cause trouble, but the densely packed alleys are beyond the police's jurisdiction.

　　 "Okay, what do you have here, how much is a bunch?"

　　 Jenkins asked cheerfully, and the girl smiled immediately, then lowered her head and took out a white flower with a 3-inch long green branch from the small basket. This looks like a certain subspecies of Pinwheel chrysanthemum, but it's pretty pretty.

　　 "Sir, two pennies and three flowers"

　　 "I want a red one, but it's okay."

　　 Jenkins thought so, not wanting to disappoint the girl, so he put his hand in his pocket and prepared to take the money. In Nolan, a day’s salary for a casual worker is almost 8 pence, and the girl’s small basket can hold no more than 20 flowers at a time. Considering the preservation of freshness, this price is not expensive.

　　 He had the change prepared in advance, carefully counted out the two copper plates and took them out. Just about to put them in the girl's open palms, a cold air flow suddenly appeared and went straight into his eyes.

　　 Immediately, the girl, flowers, and basket in front of him all glowed darkly.

　　 "Black is a trick."

　　 Jenkins thought for no reason, feeling the expression on his face froze.

　　 "What's wrong, I just want to buy a flower."

　　 He froze there and did not dare to move. There was some evening breeze in the city in the summer evening, but Jenkins only felt his entire face swell with heat.

　　 "Sir, don't you buy it?"

　　 The little girl saw that Jenkins' movements stopped, her face was slightly confused, and then she turned into aggrieved. The gentleman walking by with a civilization stick and wearing a black hat glanced at the two of them, curled his lips and continued to walk forward.

　　 "Buy, buy."

　　 The biggest feature of a creepy thing is that it's weird. You can run as soon as you encounter it, and don't look back. -Oliver

　　 This is the secret of his longevity that the old man told Jenkins today. At this moment, Jenkins hasn't fully understood what happened to him. He didn't dare to offend the little girl easily, but buying flowers meant coming into contact with tricks. To weigh it, the danger of a little girl should be greater than that of a flower, after all, the former is considered a big living person.

Section 24, Chapter 23, First Encounter with a Trick

"give."

　　 Jenkins did not pass the coins, but reached into his pocket again and took out a ten shilling blue note.

　　 "Gift."

　　 He tried hard to squeeze a smile on his face.

　　 The little girl looked at Jenkins and then at the coin, like a frightened cub, holding the small basket back a few steps into the shadow of the alley, with a vigilant look on her face.

　　 Jenkins kept smiling and shrugged, bent over to put the banknotes on the ground, then stiffly turned around, and ran to the direction of the old antique shop.

　　 He really didn't dare to look back.