Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　On the deserted street, Jenkins asked again, and at the same time tossed the gold coin he had just received, but what was thrown to the driver in the end was a kind of blasphemy. Different crooks seem to desire different sin coins, so it is necessary to hold different kinds of sin coins. After this transaction, he still has 6 Desecration Seeds and 1 Soul Gold.

　　 "A human aristocratic family with the surname Quik, they received the help of a human aristocratic family with the surname Antak. Together they summoned me and made a deal with me."

　　 After a while, I remembered whose surname "Quick" was. That was the real murderer of winter travel. Old Quick, who lost his only son, vowed to make the survivors pay the price.

　　 "Did you find me so accurately? Did Earl Quick know that I was the one who killed Quick?"

"Do not......"

　　 It was originally Jenkins's self-talking, but the coachman actually gave the answer. It seems that the value of the sin coin is greater than expected.

　　 "He can't afford to hire me independently, and Antak only wants to retaliate against you, so he can only retaliate against you for the time being."

　　 "Oh, it seems that the enemies are united."

　　 Jenkins looked at the carriage for a while, pressed back the chocolate sticking out of his chest, and then took out a small green coin from his pocket. It was still a kind of blasphemy.

　　 "I want to hire you to bring A-12-2-4099 [Ancient God’s Dream] to the group of people who trade with you. What is the price?"

　　 "3 Soul Gold, or 2 Desecration Seeds."

　　 The hat still covers most of the coachman's face, but he can see clearly what is in Jenkins's hands.

　　 "Oh, it's too expensive, I'll use the power of a mortal to solve the problem. However, I am very curious, what do you want to do with criminal coins?"

　　 The information revealed by the boy Peter once again made Jenkins interested in tricks and criminal coins. But the coachman just shook his head, leaned slightly to Jenkins, then slowly climbed into his carriage, and drove the car into the dark night while Jenkins was watching.

　　 After that, he returned home, changed his clothes to go out, and found a free carriage. After confirming that it was really an ordinary coachman this time, he moved the two women into the carriage. Because of this move, the coachman once thought that Jenkins was a human trafficker, but fortunately, his destination was the Church of the Sage, and the fare was sufficient, otherwise the coachman might directly send Jenkins to Carfax Field.

　　 There was still candlelight in the church at night. When Jenkins got off the carriage, he happened to encounter the church carriage with his father coming from the other side of the street.

　　 The car stopped at the intersection, and Daddy saw Jenkins jumping off the carriage from a distance. He raised his head and held his forehead to look at the street lamp above his head and the little bugs flying around the street lamp for a while, and then he hurried over.

　　 "I'm fine!"

　　 After seeing the old man, Jenkins immediately raised his hands and said, and then pointed to the carriage behind him:

　　 "But I think they have something, can you help me dad? To be honest, women who seem to be slender can be heavy, just like chocolate looks very light, but in fact..."

　　 He suddenly felt an unprovoked chill, and shivered suddenly, suspecting that he might have caught a cold just now because of the low temperature in the room.

　　 "It looks very light, but the cat is actually lighter than it looks. The chocolate may not weigh 2 pounds (about 0.9kg)."

　　 They put Miss Audrey and Miss Bronie Anse into the church respectively, and then notified the secret guard to take a look.

　　 The specific details were reported by Jenkins to the Special Item Handling Office, and then the incident-like confinement department checked the information of A-04-1-6671.

　　 Except that the reason for the boy Peter's departure is attributed to the sage, Jenkins has nothing to hide about this matter. He also took out the red-nosed bomb. The head of the office, Mr. Coppola Bellini, only checked it a little, and then returned it to Jenkins and told him to avoid water when storing it.

　　 The church quickly figured out what was going on, but the only demigod in the parish was not in the church for the time being, and those high-efficiency healing class B transcendents had no authority and could not be taken out from behind the door of Vientiane. Therefore, the fortune-tellers temporarily stayed in the church to receive care, while the others contacted the [Destiny and Lawful Church] in Nolan's staff, while asking [Starry Sky and Balanced Church] for help.

　　 God of Destiny [The Hermit of Destiny] has an excellent relationship with the sect of the God of Starry Sky [Vientiane Starry Sky], which can be seen in the astronomy application of divination.

　　 So asking those astrologers for help will benefit the next step of the healing process. Now that it has been confirmed that the women's souls are still intact, it shouldn't be difficult to heal them.

　　 Entrusting the two women to the church, Jenkins was still a little worried, so he decided to temporarily rest in the church tonight. He went down to his room under the leadership of the two little nuns. Although he insisted that he could hold the candlestick with the change of sheets, the others insisted that Jenkins didn't do it himself.

When passing by the atrium of the temple, I met the old man who was waiting there. Because it was not used during the night, the gas light was not turned on. The old man leaned against the wall and held the candlestick to look at the new oil painting on the wall. It was Jenkins and Another painting of Pompeii's battle is different from the one near Miss Bevanna's office.

　　 "They have nothing to do, right?"

　　 "It's okay, it can be saved."

　　 signaled the nuns to take a step forward, and Jenkins held the cat and stood beside his father. The latter looked at the huge oil painting on the wall with a serious expression. After a while, the Church of the Sages will announce a revision of part of the religious classics, adding the story of the Evergreen Forest as a new epic.

　　 The Holy See sent the prepared version to Jenkins, and asked him to see if it was appropriate and whether it needed to be modified. Jenkins felt inexplicably ashamed. A living person will always feel ashamed to see a story with himself as the protagonist written into an epic, and an epic decorated with gorgeous rhetoric.

　　 "It's fine, Nolan can't go without a fortuneteller now, these two heretics are very important."

　　 Even though the father tried to raise his arm, the light from the candlestick still could not illuminate the entire painting. On the contrary, due to being too close to the wall, the unfolded cone-shaped shadow almost completely covered one-third of the oil painting, causing the face of the man holding the sword towards the stars in the painting to be inexplicably distorted.

Chapter 992 Chapter 974

"The Antak family and the Quik family are both mortal families with long traditions. The long years have always allowed them to come into contact with some secrets, and those nobles are the type of people most susceptible to evil gods or evil. Jenkins, What happened tonight is a very serious accident. I think you should understand what the news you bring means."

　　 "It means that these two families are going to be removed."

　　 "This is only one aspect, it means that after many years, there are mortals who dare to touch the transcendent taboo."

　　 Dad moved the candlestick a little bit, so that the skull and evil spirits on the right side of the frame were also illuminated.

"In those ancient times, alien species were rampant in the world, extraordinary people built towers to recruit apprentices to pass on knowledge, adventurers traveled through the world to search for treasures...In such an era, the extraordinary is not yet hidden, and even ordinary people know those extraordinary things. Strength. But this will also cause problems. We are gifters and understand that we should be afraid of the transcendence; and greedy ordinary people are not afraid of fear, which will lead to many terrible things..."

The position of the candlestick moved again, revealing Jenkins and his animals and colleagues on the left side of the frame. These faces have been processed and will not reveal the identity, and Jenkins's posture standing on the burning earth is the clearest and most conspicuous.

"Later, the alien species declined, and the frequency of those ABC events and objects gradually decreased, so the Twelve Orthodox Church and the secular government signed the first version of the "Tower Agreement" to protect and restrain the world, the modern version It has been revised countless times and has gone through a long epoch."

In the 　　 frame, the cat in the sky is not very conspicuous, because beside the eagle and the cat is the starry sky and the starlight painted with blue paint, which represents the protoss.

"Now some people have actively broken this agreement, and they are very bold and directly signed the contract with those terrible things...Jenkins, things will always develop in the direction people do not expect, we must be prepared, The world is going to be in chaos."

　　 Whether the world will be turbulent or not hasn't affected Jenkins for the time being, he is still more concerned about getting up early the next day and going to the antique shop to help deliver the goods.

　　 At breakfast, I was very happy to hear that the demigod of [Starry Sky and Balance Church] visited the Church of the Sage in the middle of the night and rescued two fortune-tellers. Now Miss Audrey and Miss Broniance are awake, but they are not in good spirits.

　　 Jenkins talked with them about what happened last night before leaving the church, and the version used was naturally the version written in the report.

　　 The fortune-tellers did not question Jenkins's statement, they still have to rest. Even if there is no direct contact with the boy, Peter, the shadow that surrounds them from outside the world has greatly damaged their health and spirit.

It will take some time to fully recover, but the good point is that there is finally a record of survivors who opened the wrong door in the record of A-04-1-6671, which can help future generations to a certain extent. .

　　 After arriving at the antique shop in the morning, I first talked to my father about the fortune-tellers, and then set off with the cat and the cart that was pulling the goods.

The location of the 　　 painting exhibition is the [Byron Museum of Art] in the downtown area, on the same street as the Kimberlite Auction House. Jenkins and the coachman were sitting on the wooden reel protruding from the front of the truck. The coachman gently shook the reins to slow the horse pulling the cart. Because it is the core commercial district of the city, there are a lot of pedestrians here on Friday morning.

　　 Jenkins saw a little girl selling flowers far behind by the carriage, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, and quickly stroked the chocolate head with his right hand.

　　 The cat soon got angry with such a movement and stretched out his small paws and slapped Jenkins's hand, but after desperately suppressing his impulse, Jenkins opened his eyes decisively:

　　 "Sorry, I'm going to buy some things, you first bring this car in, and I'll look for you right away."

　　 He said this to the driver, and after getting a reply like "Okay, sir," he jumped out of the car. The speed of the car is very slow now, which is dangerous but not very eye-catching. The man holds the sullen cat in one hand and walks through the mist-shrouded stone brick street. On both sides of the street are gray stone buildings of varying heights. Steam pipes and drainage pipes are arranged on the walls like vines.

Soon I found the little flower girl who was waiting for the people to cross the road and wanted to cross the road. Jenkins sighed and walked over to call her, and then pointed to the one that was thirty feet away (about 9.144m) away. Alley, motioned her to talk over.

　　 It is obvious that this scrawny little girl is afraid of Jenkins, even though he looks handsome and holds a pretty cute cat. But the girl was finally moved by Jenkins' gesture to give money, bit her lip, and slowly followed Jenkins into the alley.

　　 The alley chosen by Jenkins should actually be called the corner between the houses for garbage disposal, because not far away is a brick wall blocking the road ahead. The garbage here has been disposed of in the past few days, so the ground is quite clean, but there is still a pungent sour smell.

　　 "I want to buy your flowers."

　　 Jenkins said straightforwardly, the flower girl lowered her head and did not look at him, and gave a light "um".

　　 The man nodded, motioned to the cat not to move, and then started to pay from his pocket. Because it was a temporary **** of the goods, Jenkins did not carry much cash, but fortunately there are still some change in his pocket that he can use at any time. After counting less than 18 shillings, he sorted the crumpled banknotes and folded them together according to their denominations, and then put the handful of copper pennies and the only silver coin (1 shilling denomination) on the banknotes.

　　 "Look if these are enough."

　　He handed the money to the girl.

　　 The girl took a step back subconsciously, then bit her lip and looked at Jenkins' midweek bill, and finally nodded as if she had made an important decision.

　　 "Enough, sir."

　　 Her voice is very crisp, probably because she has no fa//education, so she has a particularly childish feeling.

"That's good."

　　 He continued the motion of handing out the paper money. Seeing that the girl did not move, he stretched out his left hand and hooked it: "Can you give me the flowers?"

"Ok?"

The flower girl encountered some questions, looked at Jenkins's hand in confusion, and then suddenly called out, quickly holding all the flowers in the basket and wanting to pass it to Jenkins, but her hand was too small, and in the end it was Jenkins reached out and took out the flowers.

Section 993 Chapter 975 Invitation to Art Exhibition

　　 Seeing that the girl had collected the money, Jenkins said again:

"Okay, you take the money. Remember, don't let anyone know that you have so much money. If your family is not very good to you, don't let them know. You can hide it in a small pot, Buried in an inconspicuous place, it should be easy for you..."

　　 He said a lot of things that had nothing to do with his identity, and then walked out of the alley with a smile on his face.

　　 The little girl selling flowers was still covered by the shadow of the building. She lowered her head and looked at the neatly stacked pile of money in the basket, not knowing why she suddenly wanted to cry.

　　 did something that made him comfortable. Jenkins had a hunch that he would be very lucky today. Although the behavior just now is a kind of mental illness to some extent-Jenkins also knows this, it is not a bad thing, and it is not harmful except for its own wallet. Jenkins is happy to do this and uses this as one of the evidences that he will be lucky today.

　　 There is a yard for storing goods behind the Byron Museum of Art. Jenkins walked around to the alley slightly closer to the street, and then walked in through the back door. The carriage carrying the goods had already drove in from the main entrance next to the art gallery. When Jenkins brought the cat and flowers past, the coachman was talking to the old man who bought the goods.

After 　　 is the inspection process, the old man is not a profiteer, and Baron Tarak is not a liar, so this went very smoothly. A total of 6 porcelain vases, 3 old paintings, two sets of antique tables and chairs and an old statue of unknown origin were quickly sent to the inside of the art museum. After the balance was settled and the receipt was passed over, Jenkins planned left.

　　 "Oh, sorry, can you wait a moment?"

　　 Baron Tarak asked, Jenkins was taken aback, and saw that the old gentleman sitting opposite was looking at him with serious eyes, and he did not get up from the sofa. Nodded and continued to fold the receipt of the receipt.

　　 "I didn't recognize you last time, you are Viscount Williams?"

　　 The old man asked politely, it seems that he finally knows the identity of Jenkins.

　　 "It's a baron."

　　 "Now the whole kingdom knows that you are going to be promoted, and no one can replace the contribution you made in the Fabry scam."

　　Although he has the same title, the old gentleman in front of him is just a baron, and he is a baron who does not have any political status and does not have a big factory.

　　 titles like this do not have gold content, they are probably inherited, and in comparison, they are only better than those who surreptitiously go to the city hall to receive subsidies every month. Therefore, his polite attitude towards Jenkins is understandable. The value of Jenkins is in the dual sense of secular and religious. According to the gossip, Her Majesty, who is recuperating recently, seems to like the writings of this young writer very much. Ask the servants to read to her a short paragraph of "Stories of Foreigners" or "Frozen",

"Fabry scam? Oh, it’s nothing, it’s the wise man who gave me wisdom... Is there anything? I will go back to the antique shop to wipe the floor later... Please don’t Tell me where I work, you know, this will cause me some troubles."

　　 He made an annoyed look, and the old gentleman immediately responded with an expression of understanding. He hesitated and said slowly:

"It’s very embarrassing to say that, in fact, this is something I made up for now. I hope it won’t bother you... Tomorrow is the first day of the exhibition. Before the official opening, I invited some celebrities to attend the opening ceremony. But there is still a lack of a heavyweight guest... I wonder if you have time?"

　　 "Painting exhibition?"

　　 Jenkins whispered, in fact, he himself has a ticket from the old painter Grant, and the old painter intends to use the illustrations he painted for Jenkins' "Tales of Foreigners" to participate in the exhibition.

　　 But Jenkins's original plan did not include wasting a few hours of weekends here, because he has been very busy recently for "promotion" to Level 4, and his father has given him excessive pressure to study.

　　 wanted to refuse in his heart, and while he was still trying to find a suitable way of expression, the old man on the opposite side pushed a piece of slender paper over. It was a piece of parchment that is rarely used now:

"I know that this request of mine is very out of date, but if you can come, you will definitely bring a different brilliance to the exhibition. This is my private collection. You can choose two as a reward. I think you will be interested. ."

　　 Jenkins hesitated for a short second, then reached out and picked up the piece of paper. Judging from the size of the letters and the drawing method, the text on the paper seems to be written with a quill pen, and the number of items described is not many, a total of 23 pieces, Jenkins' eyes looked at the last line.

　　 "Excuse me, what is the thousand-year peach tree struck by lightning?"

　　 For a moment, he mistakenly thought that the old man opposite was also from his hometown.

"Oh, that's a good thing. Five years ago, I went to a village in the country to visit my old friends. There was no horse-drawn carriage there. I had to walk through the woods to the nearest town. When I was passing through a peach grove, I suddenly went down. It began to rain heavily. Two local people were walking with me, and we hid under the largest tree in the peach forest to avoid the rain. I have never seen a peach tree that big."

　　 After saying this, he shook his head:

"Probably we brought bad luck to the peach tree. A flash of lightning struck it shortly afterwards, but fortunately, we under the tree were unharmed. After the rain stopped, I contacted the owner of the land and put the peach tree I bought it back and asked the craftsman who made the wooden ornaments to carve it into a large statue. I think this will bring me good luck."

　　 Jenkins nodded. If it can be made into a statue, then at least the tree core should not rot or disappear. This item doesn't look as valuable as the items on the list, but it happens to be what Jenkins needs.

　　 He paused, pretending to check the list again. After a long time, he sighed and put down the paper.

　　 "When do I need to show up?"

"Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning is the opening ceremony. The whole process will take about half an hour. This is not a long time, but I think this short time will definitely become more exciting because of your presence. You only need to prepare for one. A speech about the value of artworks, just talk about your understanding of oil painting."

　　 There was a smile on the old gentleman's face.

　　 "I think it's okay."

Jenkins nodded, took out the pen he was carrying with him from his pocket, first made a ditch behind the "Shikali Empire Era Sterling Silver Aristocratic Family Crest (Korante Family at the top of the list, hesitating for a long time, and finally at the end. A hook is drawn behind that item.

　　 "I hope this will bring me luck."

　　 he muttered.

　　PS: Three shifts today, one shift at noon.

Chapter 994 Chapter 976 Lucky Day

　　 The two collectibles selected by Jenkins add up to a price of about 30 pounds. Such a price invites the current Jenkins to be about the same, or it may be slightly higher. But in general, no one suffers, Jenkins is very satisfied with this transaction.