With a sixth sense, or a strange feeling in instinct, Jenkins looked at eight identical pots placed together. The shape of these pots is ordinary, with common decorative patterns engraved on the slender body, and the handle of the pot has a pattern marking the purpose of casting.
This is not an antique, and although well made, it is not a work of art either.
In the blink of an eye, a faint yellow aura overflowed from a pot.
"The color is very light, is this a magic item blessed through a ritual?"
While thinking about it, Jenkins asked the old butler, "Excuse me, is that set of pots also a collection of His Excellency the Viscount?"
The old butler turned around slowly, holding his glasses and looking this way:
"Oh, this is the new teapot I bought for the manor, and it's temporarily placed here. Why, is Baron Williams interested?"
The old housekeeper originally called Jenkins Mr. Williams. But after hearing the conversation between the two men, he has consciously changed it to "Baron".
"The style is very beautiful. I have just moved into a new house recently and I am still thinking about purchasing household items."
The kindly old butler, hearing of this, proposed that the jugs be given to Jenkins as a gift of a visit to the estate. Jenkins politely shied away a few times, but only picked two of them to accept.
As for the antiques mentioned by the old butler, Jenkins believes that they should be from around the time of the establishment of the Hampawa Kingdom in this era. They are all ordinary items, so ask your father for his opinion when you get back.
Standing at the entrance of the manor, the old butler waved goodbye to the carriage Jenkins was riding in, turned around and saw the Viscount standing not far away.
"Sir, it's windy outside, go back and rest."
He hurriedly supported Viscount Augustus to walk back. The viscount coughed continuously and was forcefully pushed back into the house by the old man.
"It's okay, it's okay. I've been lying in bed for too long, and it's not easy to meet an interesting gentleman. Please let me take a look."
"Do you mean Baron Williams? I really didn't expect that a baron, although only an honorary baron, would be an apprentice in an ordinary antique shop."
While talking, the old man beckoned the servants to bring chairs for the sick middle-aged man to sit down and rest for a while.
"It is because of this that everyone thinks that the [Knowledge and Books] church is considering him as a candidate for the next bishop. This is a normal thing. The Orthodox Church always uses these methods to test young people."
The Viscount picked up the cup full of hot tea and shivered, then sighed:
"It's good to be young. I, who is about to die, envy such a life. Forget it, let's count the properties of the manor in the afternoon. What's left, otherwise those blood-sucking worms will definitely swallow all the family's things! By the way, where is the key to the underground library?"
(chocolate sleep)
Sitting in the carriage and playing with the pot with the yellow aura, Jenkins narrowed his eyes subconsciously.
According to his experience after coming to this world, anything related to the extraordinary will lead to extremely unfortunate events for Jenkins. Although the fortune seems to have improved because of the golden ring, Jenkins is still an unlucky man in other respects.
He didn't rush to inject his own spirit into it. Randomly testing a spell item of unknown origin is the most ignorant act. Only those ignorant people who have become gifted by accident and have not studied systematically will do so.
Thinking about what to do with this thing in my heart, my fingers unconsciously rubbed the lid of the pot lightly. Grinding, an inexplicable suction suddenly came from the finger, and a strange man's voice sounded in the ear.
Afterwards, the eyes went black, as if swallowed by a deep abyss, the sound of bells rang in the ears, and several shadows appeared vaguely in the darkness.
Take it easy, now you are in a huge closed dark room, but your five senses seem to be weakened.
Hundreds of golden candlesticks were lit and quietly placed on the edge of the dark room to form the largest circle; inside the circle, strange characters written on unknown substances exuded faint fluorescence, forming a slightly smaller circle; In the center is a round table. Five strangers in black robes and masks are sitting at the table. The head of the round table is a man hanging upside down. hang down for a reason.
"#￥%!￥!%￥."
The man in black robe closest to the main seat stood up and said softly.
"Um?"
Jenkins showed a confused expression. This is not the common language of the Kingdom of Fidiktli, but more like the language of the Kingdom of Cheslan.
"Do you understand this?"
The man in black robe asked again.
"Can."
Jenkins nodded, this time the man in black used a language he was familiar with.
He looked around at everyone in the room, level 4, level 7, level 3, level 4, level 5, level 8...
"Sage!"
Cold sweat immediately broke out from Jenkins' forehead, and he realized that he was also wearing a mask.
The giver of 14 light spots (3 white, 9 yellow, 1 green and 1 gold) at level 8 is the man hanging upside down. This is one of the most powerful humans I have ever seen in this world!
"Don't be nervous, friend."
The man in black comforted: "We have no malicious intentions, please believe this. Let me introduce you, this—"
He pointed to the man who fell down, "This is Mr. Constantine, he is the host of the party. This respectable gentleman is the 8th-level gifter. After he is close to the apex, he wants to pass us weak gifts. Those looking for further possibilities, so we called our party, which we called the [Gem Gathering].”
He paused, and then, a hoarse and gentle man's voice came from the main seat:
"Welcome, my friend from the Kingdom of Fidikli. Hope this doesn't scare you, but since you were able to touch and activate the medium I sent, it shows our destiny. Please sit down now, our party It's time to start."
"Sorry, I never participate in this kind of illegal gathering."
Jenkins is still vigilant, he can feel that he is now in a weird physical state, rather than being pulled here by his soul. But this is even more terrifying, the old man said, the great danger and difficulty of space transfer.
"I know what you're worried about."
Mr. Constantine, who was hanging upside down, was not annoyed: "I used an interesting conjuration ceremony and special items to draw the party participants who activated the items here. But don't worry, those who come here are only A projection, I hope you understand what a projection is. Mr. Stranger, please close your eyes and feel your own spirit."
PS: Let me think about how to make Constantine die reasonably. Guess what I'm trying to do, as a reminder, it's not Jenkins taking over as party host.