Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　Although the increase was only 10 pounds, the gentleman at the auction house was undoubtedly expressing his opinion, and such a price still did not scare him.

　　 "You won't be a group of you, deliberately set off to make me pay a high price, right?"

　　 Jenkins said this deliberately, paused for a second and then called out his price:

　　 "150 pounds!"

　　 He didn't add much, but he also showed that he would not easily withdraw because of the triple-digit price. This made the cat on his shoulders a little dissatisfied. It knew how much things could be sold for 150 pounds. From the cat's point of view, this was Jenkins spending his family's money to buy unwanted things.

　　 "It seems that your determination is higher than I thought."

　　 Viscount Gurus groaned hoarsely, which temporarily stopped the increasingly heated bidding.

　　 "I don't know what you all came here because of, but I must remind you that I am only 41 years old this year."

　　 This made the room quiet for a while. Viscount Gurus, who looked almost dead, had darker age spots on his face, and wrinkles that seemed to be able to trap flies, claimed that he was only 41 years old.

　　 "Half a week ago, before I got this mirror, I looked as handsome as this gentleman over here."

　　He pointed to Jenkins, Jenkins suspected that the Viscount was a little too confident:

　　 "After I got this mirror, it only took me three days. If you really want to buy it, you must think about it. Go ahead, it was 150 pounds just now."

　　 He stopped talking when he said this. The other four people in the study looked at the people around them, but no one saw the giving up on anyone's face.

　　 "160!"

　　 "200!"

　　 "240!"

　　 "300!"

　　 It was the man who claimed to be the teacher of the history department who said this number cruelly, but now everyone is suspicious of his identity. Even if the school has special support for subjects, it would never be possible to spend such a large sum of money to buy an antique mirror. Regardless of whether it is in Nolan or Berdyland, 300 pounds is a large sum that most citizens cannot come up with at once.

　　 "I remind you again that once you have this mirror, it is not easy to give up."

　　 said the panting Viscount, and he stretched out the slender and pale bone-like right index finger to the wooden box:

"I only came down upstairs for an hour and I just couldn't make up my mind to sell it. But I understand now that if I continue to sink in that temptation, then maybe tomorrow is my time of death. I don't want to hurt you, please Consider carefully before making a decision."

　　 Viscount is probably a good man, but unfortunately he is not strong in willpower. Jenkins guessed that his appearance was related to looking at the back of the mirror too much.

　　 "320!"

　　 Jenkins said.

　　 "350."

　　 "400!"

　　 "500!"

　　 "I suspect that you don't have so much money at all. You are forcing us to leave. It is absolutely impossible for the auction house to let the outgoing salesman have such a large amount of money!"

　　 The man who claimed that he was the servant of the earl made a very sharp accusation against the gentleman of the auction house, who shrugged his shoulders and took out a bundle of banknotes **** with white paper strips from the pocket inside his coat.

　　 "It's actually you who should be suspected. Although I don't know the Earl of Paramount, I don't think he might let a servant carry so much money out of the house."

　　 said the gentleman of the auction house.

　　 "I am deeply trusted by the earl, and my loyalty is beyond your imagination. Isn't the person who calls himself a teacher over there that should be more suspected?"

　　 While showing the banknotes in his pocket, he led the conversation to the teacher who teaches history on the other side.

"I have money."

　　 The latter replied calmly, then turned to look at Jenkins, as if trying to pull him into the water. But from the self-introductions of the four, it turns out that Jenkins's identity is the most credible.

　　 "I am Baron Jenkins Williams, I think you probably have heard of my name, and I have written two very popular books..."

　　 He took the initiative to say, proving that there is no problem with his financial resources.

　　 "2000 pounds, this is all the cash on my body. Since everyone is so confident, it's better to see who brings the money."

　　 The man from the auction house said, taking out all the money he had left and right. Nowadays, there are very few large-value banknotes of 100 pounds in the market. This face value is generally used to settle transactions of bulk goods. What he took out was 20 100-pound banknotes, which are rare even for Jenkins. Can see.

　　 Jenkins now understands that the purpose of the four buyers here is not simple.

Chapter 1514 Chapter 1491 Disaster Disputes

　　 The money thrown by the man at the auction house was placed on the desk in front of everyone. The history teacher's face was ugly. Obviously he didn't have that much money.

　　 "What a coincidence, I have £2,400, and I won't take out the remaining change. I can buy a bottle of red wine on the way back to celebrate."

　　 The servant of the Earl of Paramount smiled and said that his banknote was also worth 100 pounds, so he came prepared if he wanted to.

"how about you?"

　　The Viscount sitting behind the desk asked Jenkins. Jenkins calculated all the money he had, and then considered the excuse to go to the bathroom, and then went to Run to ask Dolores to borrow money.

　　 "Of course it's not worth it. Why should I spend so much money? Even if it is sold to someone else, I have another way to get it back."

　　 Want to understand this, Jenkins naturally shook his head and said that he did not have enough cash.

　　Earl's servant immediately showed a triumphant expression, this time he won an unquestioned victory.

　　 "Well, this gentleman here bought my antique mirror for 2,400 pounds."

　　 If this price is heard by the sixth person out of the five present, they will definitely think that they are gathering for the mentally ill.

　　 "Congratulations, take it away now, never let me..."

　　 Viscount Gurus' voice became lower and lower, and faint, until he drooped his head and couldn't hear it anymore.

In the first few seconds of 　　, everyone thought he was in low spirits and fell asleep while talking, but soon they realized a very bad possibility.

After the four of them came to the desk quickly, Jenkins straightened the head of the viscount, the servant of the earl stretched out his hand to try his breath, the teacher of the history department took the right hand of the viscount to his ear to listen to the pulse, the gentleman of the auction house squeezed aside and lowered Turn your head to listen to the heartbeat of the Viscount.

　　 everyone was crowded from behind the desk, and then they each touched a part of the Viscount’s body, looked at the others in surprise, and came to the same conclusion:

　　 "Viscount Gurus has passed away."

　　 Prior to this, Jenkins had judged that he might die at any time based on the physical condition of Viscount Gurus, but he never expected that this judgment would be so accurate. For such a method of death where the vitality is completely exhausted, even if he is next to the deceased, there is nothing he can do. The other party is like a candle that has been burned out. It is not that the pain caused by age makes his life spirit dissipate, but The pure candle is about to burn out, and Jenkins can't do anything even if he adds more life spirits.

　　 "We didn't do anything! We have to prove this to each other!"

　　The person who responded the fastest said immediately, and of course the others nodded in agreement.

　　 "Things turned out to be the way they are now, but the deal between Viscount Gurus and I have been concluded. I think I will just..."

　　 The servant of the earl stretched out his hand to get the wooden box with the mirror, but he was immediately grabbed by the history teacher next to him.

"That's not okay. Since the poor Viscount Gurus is dead, it means that your transaction has not been fully completed. After all, he has neither touched your money nor signed an agreement with you. Let me say, this mirror We have to discuss the attribution."

　　 "I think it's better to call the police first."

　　 Jenkins suggested that the three people who were still making noise just now looked at him very uniformly, and then came to a very unified conclusion:

　　 "Never call the police."

　　 "Why?"

　　 Jenkins asked, he had guessed that there was a problem with the identities of the three of them, and Berdylan’s police would definitely ask everyone’s identities when recording the transcript.

"We are inseparable from his death. Once the police come to investigate, it is not just the four of us that may be in trouble. This mirror may also be used as evidence and temporarily seized by the police. I can't get it either."

　　 the auction house's husband explained.

　　 In fact, it is better for the mirror to be taken away by the police. Only if there is a suitable reason, the church can take things from the police station without spending money.

　　 "But Viscount Gurus is dead after all. In this situation, once the servants outside find something wrong, they will call the police even if we don't call the police. If we come, it will save a lot of unnecessary trouble."

　　 Jenkins said this deliberately, and he expected the other three to react.

　　 "This is absolutely not good. I am a school teacher. If I was taken to the police station by the police, how would I face the students in the future?"

　　 said the man who claimed to be a teacher in the history department, and then turned his head and looked at the window. This is the first floor, but Viscount Gurus didn't install protective nets on his windows, and all four people present could easily get out of the windows.

　　 "Let me say, we will now discuss who this mirror should belong to, and then leave the money and leave immediately, so that no trouble will get on me! I really care about my work!"

　　 The auction house’s husband suggested, but the earl’s servant proposed a more “effective” method:

　　 "Why don't we leave with this mirror now, and wait for a safe place to discuss who it should belong to."

　　 This proposal was approved by the other two people, and Jenkins shook his head directly:

"I'm a decent person, I don't want to be a criminal suspect, and I don't commit a crime. I don't understand what you want to do, how did you come up with such a funny proposal? I am a distinguished nobleman and will not agree. Your plan."

　　 He straightened his collar and said that he would not do that kind of thing.

　　 "Then you can stay here alone, we took the mirror away."

　　 As he said, the man from the auction house stretched out his hand to get the wooden box on the table, but immediately groaned again, holding his hand and taking a step back, Jenkins's cane accurately left a mark on him.

　　 "Before the police arrive, don't even want to touch this."

　　 He clicked the box at the end of his cane, and then heard a metal click. As soon as he turned his head, the teacher of the history department had already taken out a gun that had been opened and aimed at him.

　　 "Do current history teachers like to carry a gun with them? I thought that the one I knew could break a wall with one punch, and that was unique enough."

　　 He sarcastically, turning around to face the muzzle:

　　 "Someone also pointed a gun at me last time, and then he died."

　　 "If you don't shut up, you will die now. Step back and let us leave. After that, you can call as many police officers as you like."

　　 He said to Jenkins viciously, and stretched out his free left hand to take the box, but he couldn't take it up. This is because when Jenkins tapped the wooden box with his cane, the bottom of the wooden box was firmly fixed to the tabletop. Not to mention one hand, he couldn't hold it even with both hands.

Chapter 1515 The first thousand four hundred and ninety-two chapters meet Windsor again

　　 "So, who do you work for?"

　　 Jenkins let the cat on his shoulder wait aside, tapping the ground with his cane while talking. The [Fear Aura] he possessed for the first time played a role in the Eighteenth Century, and the aura that only he could see swept across the entire study, covering all creatures except the cat in the corner.

　　 The three people stepped back subconsciously, and panic spread in their hearts inadvertently. The young man in front of him just carried his cane, giving people the illusion that he could knock anyone on the scene to death. That kind of oppression is simply beyond the reach of human beings.

　　 There are powers behind the three of them, and of course they have also seen the benefactor. As a result, the truth was obtained by everyone:

　　 "You are a gifter!"

　　 "The answer is correct, but there is no reward."

　　 The cane pushed the gun held by the history teacher away and fell on the ground. Instead of resisting, the latter stepped back with a horrified expression, and even with the other two people back again, almost approaching the large bookshelf behind the desk.

　　 "So, who do you all work for?"

　　 Jenkins said in a low tone, unconsciously exuding a power that people can trust him. This power is superimposed with the [Fear Aura] that can make the dragon feel uncomfortable, and the spirit of ordinary people can't resist it at all.

　　 "Who do you work for?"

　　'S voice was still so low, but it was inexplicably threatening.

　　 "I don't know who I work for, they just asked me to buy the mirror, and then take it to some place to give it to them.

　　 said the history teacher.

　　 "I work in a thrift store. In fact, we sold this mirror, but the owner thought this mirror had other uses, so I bought it."

　　 said the man who claimed to be an employee of the auction house.

"I really work for the Earl of Paramount, but this mirror is not for the Earl to buy, it is the Countess... She is a terrible gifter, she poisoned us, and we must follow her instructions. , Otherwise you will die."

　　 "Weird organization, weird thrift store, and weird countess..."

　　 Jenkins summarized the origins of the three frightened guys in front of him, and then realized that the city of Berdylan, as the capital of the country, may not be much more "peaceful" than Nolan.

He relied on the aura of fear and spiritual deterrence to temporarily deter the three of them. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he opened the door of the study and called the servants to call the police, and then patiently waited until the police arrived and revealed that there was extraordinary power involved in this matter, so the Sage Church Just officially took over the whole thing.

　　 The house of Viscount Gurus was quickly sealed off. The three people were taken away by the church for further interrogation. After Jenkins briefly answered a few questions in the study, he was allowed to return to the cathedral with the mirror.

　　 Although not everyone knows his identity as the Son of God, the appearance and cutting of the ribbon with the Pope a few days ago shows that Jenkins's status is extraordinary. Therefore, there will be no unsightly people in the church to embarrass him.

　　 "Although I was in trouble, overall it went well."

　　 It was only noon when I left Viscount Gurus's house, which was about the same time as Jenkins expected to finish the matter. He thought that if he returned to the church as soon as possible, he might still be able to catch lunch time. Standing at the intersection holding the wooden box, looking around trying to find the carriage, on the other side of the street, the sound of heavy wheels crushing the stone pavement sounded, and people spontaneously began to avoid.

Jenkins turned his head and looked at it. It was not a rental carriage. The thick sidewalls, the very textured wood, the dark paint, and the temperament of a silent coachman. Even if the family crest was not hung, some knowledgeable people knew it was a carriage. A carriage used by the nobles.

　　 Jenkins stepped back towards the street, standing next to the mailbox and trying to avoid the carriage, but unexpectedly the carriage started to slow down not far from him. When it stopped, the window of the carriage was facing him.