This is his first time presiding over a transaction at Papa's Antique Store. If he succeeds, he deserves congratulations. If he fails, he should learn a lesson. There is no need to kill him, Jenkins is not so vicious, it is enough to make this liar seriously ill with [Curse of Disease].
As soon as the middle-aged man left, a little boy walked in with his head shrugged. He looked young, with no beard, hair that looked like it had been trimmed by a poor gardener, and a short-sleeved button-down jacket with patches.
"Hello sir!"
He stepped into the antique shop carefully, and spread out his clenched right fist on the counter. There was a beautiful button in his sweaty hand.
"Sir, may I ask this... ah!"
He screamed, took back his right hand, squatted down, and picked up a small cloth bag from the ground.
Chocolate half-closed his eyes, watching this scene with great interest.
The boy looked at the cloth bag, then at Jenkins, as if confirming that it was not from the store, and opened the cloth bag in front of him.
What was tightly wrapped was a jeweled hair ornament, glistening in the sunlight that shone into the antique shop. Anyone who sees it at the first sight can know that this thing is worth a lot.
"Sir, is this yours?"
he asked knowingly.
"No, it's not mine."
While talking, Jenkins touched his hand under the counter, the scene looked familiar.
"Well, since it's not yours, otherwise, otherwise, we..."
He stared at the jeweled hair ornament and swallowed, then stared straight at Jenkins.
Jenkins leaned his whole body on the counter, completely unexpected that he would encounter such a clumsy trick after time travel. For Jenkins, who is good at acting, the boy's acting skills are really bad enough.
"A middle-aged gentleman came to the store just now. He mentioned that he would catch the train to leave Nolan, and he would never return to this city again."
Jenkins repeated what the man had said "unconsciously" just now, and smiled at the boy.
"so… "
"So sir, why don't we sell it and divide the gold pounds! I swear to God, I will never tell the owner of this shop, sir, you are also working for others, we... Although this It's a very immoral thing, but since this thing landed on us, it's a gift from God!"
"How do you know I'm not the owner of this store?"
"Didn't the sign say that the store belonged to Mr. Oliver?"
"Oh, so you can read!"
Jenkins nodded knowingly, "It's not easy, especially for someone dressed like you. But literacy is a good thing."
He continued: "Do you want to propose that since it is in the antique shop now, let me value it. You trust me completely, so no matter how much I estimate, you only need half of the money?"
The boy laughed awkwardly: "Sir, what you said makes sense."
Jenkins nodded, and jerked his right hand out from under the table, threw out a slender hunting knife, and wiped the boy's hair and spun around his head:
"roll!"
"gentlemen… "
"Get out, did you trick me? The patrolmen in the dock area will pass by here every half an hour. If you don't want to go to jail, don't waste my time here."
"Sir, you want to keep..."
The boy was dumbfounded.
"Let me take a guess. There should be several results in the follow-up of this matter. The first one is that this is fake jewelry. You have investigated it beforehand. I am just an apprentice who has just learned about antiques for less than two months. So While Dad is away, let the man just now sell bookmarks, giving me the illusion that he really has something good on him. Then you appear again, because this matter is unjust, I hastily thought that the gem on the hair ornament It's true, so no matter how much I estimate, you will profit.
The second possibility, which is true, is that when we finished sharing the money, you left immediately, and then the man just now came back to ask me for the lost things. In order not to lose this job and for the reputation of this store, I only I can admit that I am unlucky.
The third kind..."
Before Jenkins could finish speaking, the boy ran out of the store quickly.
While shaking his head, he stood up and walked around the counter, rolled up his sleeves and picked up the hair that was cut off by the knife just now.
"It's really an ancient deception. Do you think I'm easy to deceive when I'm young..."
Jenkins sighed, and put the man's hair and the boy's hair separately, then picked up the hair accessory and looked at it.
"I really can't see if it's true or not."
Jenkins has never been the kind of person who expects the pie to fall from the sky, and this routine is too familiar. The acting skills of the first man who came in are not bad, but the little boy is a little nervous.
After the father came back, Jenkins told him about the incident, and projected the appearance of the two on the [Book of Memories] for the father to identify.
The old man laughed loudly after hearing this, "Jenkins, I found that as long as you deal with things that have nothing to do with ladies, your wisdom can be brought out to the maximum. I come across this kind of trick once or twice a year, so don't panic, but I'm rather interested in the subsequent development of those deceptions you mentioned."
Saying goodbye to his father in the evening, Jenkins had a quick meal, and then left the chocolate alone at home, using a black robe to simulate a disguise—a young man in a shirt, and went out with the rapier stuck in the cane.
Having missed Mr. Hood's party last time, Jenkins hadn't seen any of these people in a long time. The first gifter he met after traveling was the dead Mr. Barnard, and the next few were these people.
"Hope everyone is safe."
He prayed in his heart.
The meeting place this time was a bit unexpected, it was on the deck of a large displacement freighter docked at a remote dock in the port.
This freighter named "Victory Maria" belonged to a big businessman. He would lead the fleet through Nolan City twice a year to sell precious foreign goods to local merchants.
Unfortunately, the businessman was arrested by the Nolan Police Department last month on suspicion of smuggling. Although relying on bail, he was released from prison safely, but he was restricted and not allowed to leave the scope of Nolan City.
The merchant's other cargo ships have left, after all, the business must continue. Only the empty ship remained with the merchant because it needed repairs. On weekdays, except for the guards who live on the boat, no one will approach here.
It's not about the security of the city, but because there's nothing on board, and it's not easy to drive it away.