This stone looks like a cuboid, but the six surfaces are all pitted, as if it has been eroded by stagnant water or wind for a long time. Jenkins couldn't tell what kind of stone it was. After all, his father hadn't taught him geology, and it wasn't one of the few stones commonly used in rituals.
The only side with artifacts is seen by Jenkins as the front, which indeed looks like the cover of a book. In the middle of the upper part, the straight lines with deep inscriptions are superimposed on each other. It is not known whether they are scratches or ancient characters. Looking down at the middle position, the symmetrically distributed identical arabesques are located on both sides and extend to the bottom of this side. They are connected together in the middle of the bottom. The joint is the only raised part of this side—a small black Stone.
Touching it with gloved fingers, the texture felt like coal.
In the lower part of the middle of this side, surrounded by patterns are five small pits distributed in a ring, or five depressions. The shapes of these five depressions are exactly the same, and they are all polyhedrons with equal sides.
"Should there be something inlaid here?"
Jenkins asked suspiciously.
"I feel the same way, but there's nothing superfluous in the walls of the post office."
The old man said regretfully.
After blinking to make sure there was no aura, Jenkins began the normal identification process. But no matter how he compared his existing knowledge, he couldn't determine the age information of this item from the few simple patterns.
As a pattern, vines are a very common habit, and those symbols like cat's claws are completely out of Jenkins' cognition. Not to mention the five ring-shaped depressions that make up the main body of this side. This thing may be a trace that was pressed out by some protrusion in the wall.
In the end, he could only regretfully admit that his level was not enough, and the professor who had appraised those ancient books also looked at the slate with interest, and finally came to a conclusion similar to Jenkins - no conclusion.
It can be seen that the old librarian, Mr. Sif, is very disappointed. He probably thinks that since the professor can't identify it, it probably really isn't a valuable thing.
So he put it aside casually, and then settled the gold pounds for those ancient books with the professor. The professor decided to buy most of them, and he looked very happy.
I thought that tonight's visit would end like this, because there are only two dozen books and it is not worth hiring someone to deliver, so Jenkins and the professor plan to move back together.
When he and Mr. Seaver were tying the ropes for the books, they suddenly heard a strange sound in the backyard outside the house. It seemed that someone had climbed over the wall, and Jenkins was familiar with this sound.
Before he could react, the man in black boots kicked open the door of the house with a muffled sound. The three people bent over and busy in the living room looked in surprise at the door, where stood three people covering their faces with black cloths.
"robbery!"
The leader pointed his pistol at the front professor, and Jenkins, who was standing at the back of the room and bent over to find the rope, immediately reacted, narrowing his eyes and muttering quickly:
"You can't see me, you can't see me, you can't see me!"
The lie was immediately believed by everyone here. The three men, who hadn't noticed that there were people inside, rushed into the room and cornered Professor Burns and Mr. Seaver; The professor and Mr. Sif were surprised to find that he was gone.
"Hand over the valuables, we won't hurt anyone."
The leading man spoke in blunt Fidetictli, pointing his gun at the professor's heart. His two companions scattered into several other rooms connected to the living room, apparently looking for something valuable.
"Purse here, sir. Can you put the gun away? I have a heart attack."
The professor squinted at the location where Jenkins disappeared, and then said pretending to be weak. The old administrator, Mr. Sif, also had a frightened expression on his face, and tremblingly talked about the location of his hidden money.
"You just squat here and don't move. We will leave after we get the money."
The man with the gun lowered the muzzle of the gun, then took the rope binding the books from the side, and tied up Professor Burns and Administrator Sif. Afterwards, he didn't care about the two old people anymore, but joined his companions in the rummaging operation.
Jenkins, who was standing next to the professor, watched the actions of the three, and felt that these three ordinary people did not seem to be robbing, but rather looking for something.
First of all, masked robbery of a librarian who lives alone is quite an outrageous action, and it is clear that Mr. Sifer and the professor have told where their money is, and they also got it, but they do not leave immediately, but continue in the Rummage the house.
You must know that this is the central area of Nolan City. Even though the house is not on the main road like the main entrance of the library, the city hall is not far away. I don't know where they got the courage.
After searching for half an hour, everything in the house was messed up, but it seemed that I hadn't found what I was looking for. In the end, the man with the gun went back to the corner with the gun, and this time he pointed the gun at Mr. Sif rudely:
"Say, where did you hide the slate that was discovered at the Nolan post office last week?"
"So I came here to find this~"
Professor Burns on the side suddenly realized, and then said to the man with the gun:
"The slab is behind the door you kicked."
People always have so-called blind spots in their vision. The three of them searched for half an hour, but none of them thought of looking behind the door. Hearing the answer given by the professor, the man immediately turned around to look for it, but was hit by the bodies of two flying companions.
The three men rolled into a ball on the ground, and even the pistols in their hands flew out. When they were struggling to retrieve the gun, they heard an exaggerated roar, and then saw the old professor use his physical strength to stretch the rope that bound him.
He reached out to pick up the gun that fell in front of him, and nodded to Jenkins who threw the other two over. After checking the safety of the pistol and reopening it, he pointed to the three people on the ground and asked:
"Okay, now it's your turn to answer the questions. Who are you? Why are you looking for this tablet?"
None of the three robbers is a ruthless person who can face a gun and maintain dignity and keep secrets, but they can't give the answers Jenkins and the professor want, because they are desperate foreigners hired by usury. I found them, and while helping them pay off their arrears, I paid each person a deposit of 3 pounds, and asked them to find a way to get the whereabouts of the slate.
"He said that if we were successful, he would come to see us at noon tomorrow."
"But how does he know if you will be..."
Halfway through the question, Jenkins knew something was wrong and rushed out of the room immediately. Looking around, the light spot representing the third-level gifter is rapidly moving away. I wanted to summon the unicorn to catch up, but the professor also rushed out at this time.
After wasting all this time, I still couldn't find the mysterious person who was watching nearby.
The old administrator, Mr. Seaver, was terrified tonight. When Jenkins and the professor accompanied him to escort the robbers to the Carfax Field one street away, the old man was still trembling.
Because this matter is related to the Giver, it is necessary to contact the church to deal with it. It was inconvenient for Jenkins to show up, so he sent a few people to the Carfax field and left.
As for the slate as an important evidence, it was placed with the professor. It should be possible to find out what this is by handing it over to the church. According to this clue, if you continue to investigate, you will be able to find the clue of the mysterious bestower.
Watching the two of them enter the police station at the corner of the street, Jenkins heaved a sigh of relief, but also lamented the accident tonight. I looked at the two moons in the sky covered by dark clouds, and planned to come to the professor tomorrow to ask about the situation.
In this way, on Wednesday, I was still woken up by chocolate as usual. Jenkins, who was a little sleepy, thought it was his alarm clock for some reason, so he wanted to reach out to press it, and then pressed it on the chocolate's tail.
This action made the big manor a little more noisy in the early morning, and it also left Jenkins with cat scratches on his wrist.
He still had nothing to do today, so he greeted everyone when he went downstairs to have breakfast, and then promised Dolores that he would take her to see the ice and snow castle outside the city tonight.
In the past few days, Dolores has been vigorously handling her official affairs. This time, the father of the Stuarts has delegated power very thoroughly. Any child who is willing to participate in government affairs can obtain the right to enter the government's functional departments.
But participating means participating in the dangerous game of the throne. Therefore, apart from Dolores and other players who have already entered the game, the rest of Stuart is more concerned with who he should support, rather than blindly The fascinated by the rights of the crown.
Loen City is now like a maelstrom, with dangers and foreshadowing everywhere in the undercurrent. Jenkins, who should have been on the side of the center of the vortex, didn't get involved in those important things because he missed Nolan, but in fact, from the first day he publicly appeared in this city, his name has been recognized by most people. Got it.
"Speaking of which, yesterday we also received a letter from the royal family of King Fidektli. Your queen first greeted her father's physical condition, and then expressed her country's sorrow for the Loen riots, all of which were formulaic Stuff. Oh, and you were mentioned in the letter, but not directly by name, but as 'Nolan's writer'."
Dolores sat at the dining table and said, with her younger sister, Her Royal Highness Agelina Stuart, the little princess had decided to move to Dolores.
"I was mentioned?"
Jenkins put down the newspaper and looked at Dolores suspiciously.