Dad just asked Jenkins to do a quick scrub, so he got the job done in just an hour. Seeing that his father hadn't come back, he went to the counter, took out the photos and blank paper hidden in the book, and began to copy.
It was very difficult at the beginning, because those tadpole texts had to squint their eyes to identify the specific structure, and the photo was obviously not a professional photographer, and the staggered light and dark made the stele's recognizability even worse.
Not only that, during the transcription process, Jenkins' hearing seemed to be amplified. The creaking sound of the steam pipes and the chatter and laughter of pedestrians outside bothered him like flies, all of which made it more difficult to copy the text.
Just two lines of text, it took five minutes to transcribe the first time. Dad said that it doesn't have to be exactly the same, roughly similar is enough, but Jenkins' results are more like the handwriting of a hospital doctor.
"Nothing seems to have changed."
He experienced it for a while, and found that there was no feeling of icy air flowing through his body, so he thought it was the result of not copying enough.
jingle~
The bell at the door rang, and Jenkins put away his things calmly, and then saw a young man in a khaki oversized jacket walk in. His short brown hair was messy, and he looked a little panicked and uneasy. He lowered his head and almost bumped into the old bronze bell in front of him.
Although Dad said it was fake, he made the old one himself.
"Hello, I'm here to sell things."
The young man came to the counter timidly, his right hand that had been on the inside of his jacket seemed to be about to take out something.
"It's not a pistol, is it?"
Jenkins speculated maliciously, but fortunately, his luck was not that bad. It was just a rusty copper ring. The ring looked very big, enough for Jenkins' two fingers to pass through.
"Please wait a moment."
Jenkins nodded to him politely, and walked to the door with the book with photos and blank paper in it.
"Father, the guests are here!"
He yelled that the young man was startled and almost fell, but fortunately he held on to the counter.
Seeing Jenkins look over, an awkward smile appeared on his unhealthy pale face.
"Sub-healthy, not exposed to the sun all year round, probably still a student, not good at communicating with others. So, this is a poor student who is forced to sell his valuables at low prices for his livelihood?"
Jenkins guessed.
The old man came out of the warehouse soon, he nodded to Jenkins, took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket and put them on. Then go around to the counter.
Taking advantage of this time, Jenkins immediately opened the Eye of True Sight, and found that there was a faint red light on the ring.
Fortunately, he was standing behind the old man, and the pale customer's attention was all on the ring, so his expression was not noticed.
"Please wait… "
The old man carefully picked up the ring and said to the embarrassed young man. Then he took off his glasses, held the ring in front of him and observed it carefully.
At first it was just that, but then Jenkins saw a white spot of light suddenly glow in front of him.
"So that's why Father Oliver is able to take charge here because of this? I just don't know if this is the basic ability provided by the church, or the ability that father doesn't know where he got it from."
As he thought about it, he continued to watch in silence. After the ability was activated, the old man hesitated for a moment, as if he had discovered something.
"It can be regarded as an antique." He said simply, "but the age may be a little more recent. Judging from the casting method of the ring itself, it is something from the early days of the Kingdom of Fidiktli. This ring looks a bit bigger, The fingers of ordinary people cannot be so thick, so this is specially made for specific people. It is a pity that there is no identification on the ring that can point to the identity, so I can only judge that his first owner was a century-old A blacksmith or butcher from the past. To be honest, if you can prove that it is a relic of a nobleman, I can charge you more than 10 pounds."
"Yes, sir."
The young man smiled miserably.
"This is something left by our ancestors. It is said that he was indeed a blacksmith. It is not very valuable, but soon the Art Academy will have to pay tuition again, so..."
This person seemed to be very bad at talking, and he gave away his details in a simple sentence. Of course, the premise is that he is telling the truth.
"One pound."
Dad thought for a moment, then put the ring back on the wooden table.
"Sir, can I add a little more..."
"I'm a believer of [Inheritance Sage], and I only gave you such a price for the sake of your student status."
The old man's eyes were a little sharp, and the young man took a step back, his face embarrassed. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded, while the old man quickly pulled out a large black wallet from his pocket, and skillfully counted out a banknote.
"Thanks."
"Welcome to Papa's Antiques again."
After the young man took the money, he turned and left immediately without looking back. Jenkins didn't even have a chance to learn his name.
After the bell rang again, the young man left completely. The old man shook his head and smiled, took out a red lacquered wooden box from the counter, and carefully placed the ring in the velvet lining.
"We're lucky."
He carefully closed the box, and took out a white note to write something.
"Sir, is this..."
Jenkins once again showed his skillful acting skills without a teacher, and precisely controlled the surprise on his face.
"Yes."
Dad wrote the note and stood it on the box with that expensive 8p bottle of glue that Jenkins could only remember using as a college student, Newman Williams.
"Usually, I might not be able to collect one in a week. I didn't expect to meet it as soon as I opened the door this time."
Seeing that Jenkins was still a little confused, he continued: "I can only verify whether this is a mortal thing here, and then it will be sent to the church. Our job is just to buy it."
"Will the church reimburse you for the 1 pound just now?"
"Of course." Dad smiled meaningfully, "Not only that, after the church appraises it, it will give us one-tenth of the estimated value of this item as a reward in cash. I rely on This craft is for eating."
"us?"
He vaguely guessed something.
"Yes, little apprentice, Father Oliver is not a stingy person. Although you are just watching this business, after three or four weeks, I will still give you a quarter of the money. You move out and become independent The life plan should be realized within half a year."