"How many times have I told you that the bestower's spirit is not some kind of energy, but a complex of indescribable things such as information, spirit, and energy. In addition to relying on special rituals, the improvement of abilities is also a way to perceive the world. Through Close interaction with animals, or living with animals for a long time, may promote the evolution of abilities. Animals and humans are part of the world, which is normal. Believers of the Spirit of God or the Goddess of the Earth, their way of looking at the world is a bit special... But since you can encounter the lucky thing of increasing the ability bubble in the first treacherous situation, raising a cat until you understand the true meaning of a pet cat , is not impossible.”
After a pause, he added:
"By the way, your relationship with your cat is too close for normal social interaction as a grown bachelor.
Also, after I came back today, I copied the third chapter of "Friends of Nature: Fantastic Beasts" twice as punishment for asking this question. "
After listening to his father's words carefully, Jenkins relaxed in vain, and a smile appeared on his face.
"No problem, I'll copy it when I get back!"
There was joy in his tone, this time he wronged chocolate again, so let's give it more food for tonight's dinner.
"Why do you always doubt the cat you raise? Sure enough, you still don't feel safe."
He thought to himself.
Now that we've talked about chocolate, it's natural to ask about something else.
"It's like this. Chocolate accidentally drank something strange last night. I'm a little worried."
This time his tone became even more tangled, because he thought about the 5,000 pounds again.
"What did you drink?"
"Dragon, dragon blood."
The old man stopped talking, but put down the pistol he was checking, and put the parts he had just disassembled on the table.
"I know you've gotten rich recently, but gold pounds aren't wasted like that. How much chocolate did you drink?"
"About one-fifth of an ounce, the concentration of red dragon blood is 52.3%."
Jenkins endured the pain in his heart and kept telling himself that his cat was more important than gold pounds.
"It's okay, such a small amount of dragon blood won't do anything. Don't believe the plot in knight novels where you become a dragon after being stained with dragon blood. It's a lie."
Even though Dad claimed that he was not worried about going out with Jenkins, he still dared to go out with a lot of spells, weapons, and bullets like him.
The two did not take a carriage, but strolled to the dock area. Even though today is Sunday, the workers are still working.
Stopping at the same spot, watching a team of sailors carrying boxes cross in front of them, the two turned a corner, bypassed the steam-spraying sewer manhole cover, and walked into a familiar street.
Jenkins comes here a lot.
"Mister Ink Club?"
Jenkins guessed.
"Yes."
The old man nodded cautiously. Today he was wearing a brown leather coat with a high collar and a black hat with a long brim. Although it looks suspicious during the day, it is not impossible to see people wearing it on the road.
After all, it is already autumn.
The Mr. Ink Club is where Jenkins practiced his guns. It is not charged by the number of times, but a membership system. Jenkins was recommended by his father to join, and he paid 3 pounds and 12 shillings a month to practice firearms here for a limited number of times. The types of firearms provided here are very rich. If you are willing to spend money, you can also find retired soldiers from the Kingdom of Fidiktli as instructors.
In this era, the annual income of farm workers, soldiers, and typists is 25 pounds, and the annual income of the lowest clerks, servants, and embroidery workers is 12-20 pounds, and Jenkins alone spends more than 30 pounds a year .
But it's worth it. A poor boy who has never touched a gun can fight with a pistol in three months. It's money well spent... probably.
A great writer with 8,000 pounds in cash still feels heartbroken when he thinks of this.
"Mr. Oliver, Mr. Williams, good morning."
The gatekeeper knew the two of them, and he asked politely, "Do you want a quiet private room, a hearty breakfast, or go underground now? Oh, today the club also invited a famous writer As a guest, do you need to sit in the third hall?"
"Go underground."
Dad replied.
The corridor inside the club is so narrow that it can barely accommodate two men of normal build walking side by side. The walls are painted in a metallic brass color, and candles are used for lighting instead of the gas lamps that are popular today. But in this completely enclosed corridor, the warm bright yellow flame illuminates the narrow brass-colored walls, and the floor reflects the light, which also has a special flavor.
The entrance to the underground is in Hall 7, and the so-called underground is the gun practice range.
Although Jenkins had doubts in his heart, out of trust in his father, he didn't say a word.
Jenkins has been to this place many times, but until today he discovered that the hidden area here is far beyond his imagination.
The robust waiter came over to chat, the father made a gesture, and the man raised his eyebrows to let the two wait, then turned and walked into the small room with iron walls that refused guests to enter, and quickly came out again, handing Give dad a whistle.
This is a brass whistle with a common style, which is an ordinary item. There is also a serial number engraved on one side of the copper whistle.
Even in the early morning, the gun range had some guests. But the two walked in opposite directions, and the waiter opened the trapdoor on the ground, and the old man waved to Jenkins, and he got in first.
"How big is the underground here?"
Climbing down the ladder, it is a mine-like corridor, the track extends from the darkness in the distance, and then extends into the darkness further away.
An old kerosene lamp hung beside the ladder, and the transparent lampshade was covered with a layer of scorched yellow marks, making the already weak light even more dim.
"It's bigger than you think. In fact, this is also one of the entrances to the black market, but it's too troublesome and few people use it."
Dad reached out to take off the lamp on the wall and let Jenkins carry it. He walked forward by himself, and Jenkins quickly followed.
"You should be able to see that this is a channel transformed from a mine tunnel. More than 20 years ago, a group of archaeologists from Beldiran accidentally discovered a blocked mine tunnel entrance during a field trip. It The ground should be re-exposed because of the earthquake. The municipal government and the police sent people to investigate, and the results showed that the history of this mine should be traced back to the previous era. And here is the farthest point where the mine extends underground into the city .”
PS: If you look at the title of this volume, you will know that the matter of the devil is not over yet, and there is still a little ** this volume is over. Gear Germs, Prince of Lies, and the Heart of the Sea of the Pirate King are the main contents of the next volume. The title of the next volume is—Act II, Mortal Mortals.
And that's it, by the way, before the opening of Act Two, with an interlude in which Jenkins will leave the stage for a brief adventure.
I just want to prove that there is no Calvin, there are ideas, and the outline is sufficient.
Ask for a ticket.