The item with the bright purple aura finally appeared, but it was not the finale product, and the auctioneer probably didn't know its true value.
Only one-third of the bronze mirror was left, and it was placed in a stone box. The six sides of the stone box were engraved with different patterns. Jenkins could tell at a glance that this was definitely not a human being of this era. The creation, instead, looks like the decorative style of the dwarves who have disappeared from the material world for many years.
"It turns out that this box can cover up the aura..."
Jenkins understood it, and then listened to the man standing next to the box, talking about a poignant love story between a male and a female grave robber. He didn't lie, he directly told the ladies that it was a funerary object taken from an ancient tomb, so Jenkins didn't have many competitors, and after he raised the price for the third time, no one wanted to compete with him.
Ten minutes later, Jenkins, who had paid to reappear at the venue, had already got the stone box and the broken bronze mirror inside.
"It's too simple, and it's only worth as an antique. The price of this stone box is far higher than my auction price... Has the Hermit of Destiny favored me again?"
I was happy in my heart, and at the same time, I was thinking about whether I should talk to Britney before the auction ended, but I saw the middle-aged accountant who had just issued a receipt for him came over with a sad face, and then said in a very low voice:
"Sorry ma'am, there's something wrong with this auction item, can you come with me to the office over there?"
Jenkins glanced at him suspiciously, then glanced at the direction of the office, and then saw two benefactors standing in the room, and the aura was very strange, not like human benefactors, but somewhat similar to the ones he had seen some time ago Vampire bestower.
"… OK."
After hesitating for a while, I agreed. After all, there are too many ordinary people here, so it is better to go to a remote place.
There were already three people in the office where I paid and got the receipt just now when I entered again. The middle-aged accountant introduced them one by one. Standing behind the desk was the actual owner of the tower, that is, Mr. Dubai, the sponsor of this auction. Stone box guests.
There was a strong smell of bad perfume on them, which made Jenkins and the cat on his shoulder almost cough when he just walked in the door.
"Ma'am, in fact, our goal today is also this stone box, but unfortunately it came a step late. Please make a price, we can accept the price under 100 pounds."
The tall man spoke in a heavily accented lingua franca, and Jenkins couldn't tell where it was, but it sounded stilted, as if he couldn't control his own mouth.
"Sorry, I like this thing too, and I'm not short of money."
Observing closely, Jenkins has determined that these two people are humanoid alien creatures, but they can't tell the race.
"Sorry, let me say it again, I want to buy what you are holding for a penny, is that okay?"
Following the short man's abrupt speech and waving movements, an aura invisible to the naked eye swept across the room. The middle-aged Mr. Dubai and the middle-aged accountant closed their eyes unknowingly, but they still stood and remained hypnotized.
Jenkins also closed his eyes but opened them immediately. He just blinked and shook his head amidst the surprised expression of the other party:
"I'll say it again, I won't sell it."
"Human Bestower? Oops, we're exposed!"
In shock, the two overly serious men in black suits took a step back. One of them subconsciously extended his right hand to Jenkins, and the long gray nails immediately pierced the front of the glove, and Jenkins saw its shriveled gray fingers that looked like bacon.
"It turns out that I used perfume to cover up the smell of corpses...you are ghouls!"
The two people who had their IDs stamped couldn't care less about covering up, and rushed towards Jenkins directly. Ghouls and humans are completely opposite races no matter what era they are in. As long as they are discovered, they will be hunted down immediately, so it is understandable to make up their minds so quickly to kill Jenkins.
Jenkins, who had been prepared for a long time, did not retreat, took a breath and then spit out a beautiful ball of fire in front of him.
The two ghouls were hit head-on by the flames, but the faint water marks on their bodies isolated the flame of Jenkins' gift. Ghouls are a race that hates flames, and [fire avoidance] and even more advanced derivative rituals are quite common in this population.
But it was not an ordinary flame after all. While Jenkins stepped back quickly, the ghouls were getting closer and closer to him, but the flame had already burned through the most surface water marks, and then burned two clothes that had obviously been specially treated. cloth.
Jenkins' enemies realized the strangeness of the flame again, and they didn't care to continue attacking him, but retreated to the window tacitly. They also tore off the burning clothes to prevent the flames from burning themselves.
And under the clothes, there is an extremely ugly and disgusting bloated body. Every muscle seemed to grow a malignant tumor, and the decayed gray skin made people think of plague and death at a glance. This is the alien ghoul. In the party not long ago, Mr. White Cat mentioned these weird creatures.
"Human~"
They continued to speak to Jenkins in an awkward lingua franca, but instead of attacking Jenkins, they jumped at Mr. Dubai and the middle-aged accountant who were standing with their eyes closed.
Jenkins immediately threw the swordsman chess piece in his hand towards Mr. Dubai, who was a little further away, and he made a big jump, swiping his sword from above and slashing at another ghoul next to the accountant.
The bestowers of these two ghouls are quite high, both at level 6. The one that was struck by Jenkins didn't care about his injuries at all, and even used the wound on his chest to fix Jenkins' sword, and then slapped him with its claws. head of.
"How foolish I was to stab a ghoul in the heart with a sword."
Thinking this way, he repeated his tricks and spewed flames forward again. But he didn't expect that the other party would lie down nimbly to avoid the gift fire, and then rolled to the side of Jenkins. When he got up, his claws quickly patted his back.
This sudden blow caused Jenkins to stagger into the side wall. Seeing that the opponent continued to attack, he didn't care about healing himself first. Instead, he found the right position and jumped up again. He opened his palm and slammed it on the wall. The palm of the hand was frozen to the wall under the action of the ice, and Jenkins was equivalent to staying in the sky.
The enemy below was taken aback for a moment, then squatted down and wanted to jump up too. But the few seconds it delays are enough for Jenkins to use [Profane Production].
At the same time as it jumped, three snake-like aggressive vines fell from top to bottom, directly inserted into its temples, and hung it in the air.
"There is still one!"
With a wave of his hand, he pulled out the sword stuck in the chest of the ghoul, and flicked it lightly in the air with the infusion of the spirit, the white sword light flew out, and slashed straight at the other ghoul that was fighting fiercely with the swordsman chess piece the back.
But it didn't work. The moment the two hit each other, Jenkins heard the sound of iron and stone colliding. The ghoul didn't move its upper body, turned its neck 180 degrees to look backward, saw that its companion was knocked down, and immediately hit the swordsman's ice blade, then stretched out his legs and kicked the swordsman to the wall side.
Turning around, he ran towards the wall, and then with a pounce, he directly smashed through the side wall of the three-story wooden plank, and fell from the third floor to the outside ground.
This kind of monster whose heart cannot be crushed by a sword blade will naturally not die from falling damage. And it fell from the sky rashly, which also caused panic among other pedestrians in the camp.
I don't know whose luck is better, just below is a street vendor selling cheap clothes. After the ghoul fell down, it immediately grabbed clothes to cover its unusual skin and face, and then Jenkins didn't see what it threw downstairs, but the flames immediately burst into flames, just like the flames of the tower. The building material is not wood but oil.
The young woman (Jenkins) standing in front of the knocked-out hole, her clothes fluttering in the afternoon breeze, stands with her back to the sun, making it impossible for pedestrians to see her face clearly.
Subconsciously, he reached out his hand to stop the fire with [Ice Condensation], but the flames were so fast that it became more and more uncontrollable when the ghouls fled to the crowd watching the fire.
Using [Ning Bing] rashly in this situation will definitely attract a lot of attention. Although the church has confidentiality regulations for ordinary people to contact the extraordinary, but now there are hundreds of people downstairs watching here, Jenkins doesn't want to cause too much trouble for Nolan's church, after all, the church has enough troubles.
He turned and left in front of the hole, and he didn't have any intention of chasing the ghoul. After waking up Mr. Dubai and the middle-aged accountant, the three walked quickly to the auction hall.
At this time, the girls also knew about the fire downstairs. Billowing black smoke was pouring out from the seams of the wooden floors under their feet, and the sound of crackling and burning was approaching here little by little.
It was obvious that the building did not use any fire protection measures such as fire retardant paint. With the combination of dry wood and breezy weather, the flames burned to the second floor almost immediately, and spread around the camp around the tower.
Running upstairs is definitely not an option. Once the load-bearing beams downstairs are burned, the possibility of people upstairs falling to death is only a little less than the possibility of being burned to death.
"Go down before the fire has completely reached the third floor."
Jenkins spoke from the foot of the stairs leading downstairs, but no one answered his call. He could only look back at the frightened Britney who was standing with his friends in the crowd, then rushed towards the sea of flames on the second floor with the stone box in one hand and his cat in the other. Then disappeared downstairs.