poof~
As the spirit in the body grows, there seems to be a slight sound of bubbles bursting in the ears. Jenkins thought that his cat had an indecent physiological phenomenon, but immediately realized that it was just his auditory hallucination.
With a thought, I called out my own light spots, and two brand new blank bubbles were floating around the group of shining light spots.
"Level five..."
This was a completely unexpected result. It became more and more difficult for the Bestower to increase as the level rose. Even Jenkins expected that he would suddenly leap from level 4 to level 5.
"It's only half a year~"
He couldn't help sighing.
Jenkins was just an ordinary person half a year ago, but the fifth-level gifted person is already qualified to be called a strong person in the material world. Although it is still incomparable to the demigods standing at the top of mortals, even in the chaotic age of supernatural manifestations in ancient times, ancient superhumans who are at the same level as the fifth-level benefactors judged by contemporary times are enough to become the pillars of mortal regimes The upper echelon of power or church power.
"Meow~"
The cat seemed to want to congratulate Jenkins, it gently rubbed its face against Jenkins' arm. But it could also be that the cat wanted some late-night snacks, and Jenkins never underestimated his appetite for chocolate.
It is of course a pleasant surprise to be able to be successfully promoted to the fifth-level gifter, but Jenkins is currently unable to learn [Blessing of Books]. After the skull sword incident, he claimed to the church that he was promoted to level 4 by a blessing in disguise. Miss Bevanna proposed to hold a ceremony for Jenkins to learn divine arts immediately. But at that time, Jenkins had no blank bubbles, so he could only refuse with the excuse of "I have new insights now, so I want to calm down for a while."
It has been less than half a month since he said that sentence, and it is impossible for Jenkins to ask the church to help hold the ceremony now.
"Actually, there is no rush. After all, all the troubles at hand have been resolved now, no new emblem clues have appeared, and the new conspiracy threatening the city has not been noticed for the time being. Even the [Alien Frenzy] and the cult organization [Dead Whip] , never appeared again after the Balrog incident."
Thinking of this, Jenkins felt relaxed physically and mentally. He sat on the sofa for a while, playing with the small jar, trying to detect the umbilical cord soaked in water.
The umbilical cord looks amazing, especially looking at it for a long time, it will produce a sense of panic from the heart. But this had very limited effect on Jenkins, he only detected the breath of God in a faint panic.
But other than that, nothing happened. Even if I took the risk of injecting spirits into the umbilical cord, nothing happened. Seeing that it was too late and it was not suitable for further research, the cat also started to yawn, so I wanted to go back to the room to rest with the chocolate, and ended this enrichment night.
But before returning to the bedroom on the second floor, Chocolate insisted on going to the basement. Jenkins guessed that it should be thinking about the fruit plate. But since the last fruit, it has never provided any special fruit, and this time is no exception. The expectant cat squatted obediently on the operating table in the secret room of the basement, with its front and back paws neatly arranged together.
It raised its head and widened its eyes, and then saw apples, bananas and a purple grape appearing in the fruit plate.
"Meow~"
The young cat let out a lethargic cry immediately, and its body was not as straight as before. It arched its back and retracted its head, its round eyes retracted to look at the table at the side and rear, with a sad expression on its face.
But the cat's sadness can be soothed with time and food, and the chocolate has returned to its former vigor the next morning. It ate a bit too much for breakfast, so Jenkins planned to take a long detour to go to work today, which can be regarded as exercise after dinner and a walk in the morning.
When I went out, I also met Mr. Goodman who was about to go to work. He reminded Jenkins not to forget the neighbors' party on weekend nights. When asked what gift to bring, the middle-aged man responded to Jenkins this way:
"Last year I brought some bread I made myself, and this year... I think a regular bottle of red wine will do."
This is also Jenkins' plan. Adult parties always need wine, even if there are many people bringing red wine as a door-to-door gift, it is not rude. Of course, it is best to have a different brand or taste, otherwise the parties will definitely be a little embarrassed.
Papa's Antiques and St. George's Street are not far from each other near the Docklands, which is one of the reasons Jenkins bought the property as his home.
Originally, it took 20 minutes to walk from home to the antique shop. This time, for a walk, Jenkins first detoured to the dock area, planning to take a walk by the seaside before going to work.
At the end of winter, due to the loss of a batch of munitions, chaos continued in the dock area. But because Pompeii used the skull sword for the first time there, the Orthodox Church directly sorted out the pier in order to find relevant clues, in cooperation with the city hall and the naval forces.
Now the dock area is in good order. Although there are still new gangs, trade unions and associations representing the interests of all parties, it is much better than before.
With the sea ice melting in spring, the sea trade in Nolan City is recovering little by little. Earlier last week, the first cargo ships of the year docked at the pier, so even in the morning, the pier area is still buzzing.
The sailors and workers have already begun to work in the morning fog, and there are also a large number of porters coming and going in and out of the warehouses near the docks. Shouts, reprimands and noisy conversations made this place even more lively than the downtown commercial street, but Jenkins knew that most people here might not be able to own their own houses in Nolan after working hard for a lifetime.
Because the spring fishing season has not yet started, there is no strong fishy smell on the pier in the early morning, only the moisture of the ocean and the scorching smell in the fog.
When it comes to the smell of fish, it is natural to think of the broken fish cans found in the warehouse of Papa's Antique Store last week. The salty stench is still unforgettable to Jenkins. Thinking about it now, breakfast is faintly churning in his stomach.
He followed his cat, and Chocolate happily walked along the beach. After crossing the West Pier area, it is a beach frequented by tourists, and the former store of the Williams family is nearby.
With this in mind, Jenkins walked over to the store on a whim. After Robert's lucky break into the mining group, the store was sold to other people by advertising it in the newspapers.
That was years ago, at least when Jenkins entered the store with the cat and the store owner didn't recognize Jenkins.