Jenkins was naturally overjoyed. He didn't expect such a good thing here. He only needs to do one thing, and he can get three salaries from the church, apprenticeship, and acquisition commission, and he can study for free. I'm afraid that even the job of learning "crafts" that the old Williamt found for Jenkins with favors, it can't compare to one tenth of the job here.
"The 1 gold pound that the young man got just now is its antique value?"
Jenkins hasn't forgotten about it.
"Do you think the old man is too harsh and didn't show more consideration for the young man just now?"
he asked rhetorically.
Jenkins waved his hand immediately.
"Of course not. I know that the more people who tell stories, the more fake things they sell. I just want to learn more about antiques."
"You still know this?"
Dad showed a slightly strange expression.
"Yes, my family used to run a small store, and my father would also buy some second-hand goods. I heard from him."
In fact, I saw it from a previous life novel.
"That's right. That young man may really be a student, but this thing is definitely not a family heirloom. When he left, he didn't even look at the ring again, which is enough to see that he just desperately wants to sell such a thing. From my point of view, I'm afraid this is some rubbish he found out of nowhere, or simply stolen goods."
Jenkins opened his mouth and did not refute. This era is definitely not as glamorous as he has seen. There are so many crimes and darkness hidden in the slums and sewers. Gangsters and killers are the keywords of this era. And he was just lucky enough to meet a good identity.
"As for the value of the antique, if I were to appraise it, it would only be worth 2 pounds. What I said just now is true." The old man laughed.
"So you've still made a pound."
Jenkins complained in his heart, but he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this kind of thing. Papa Antiques is a legitimate antique store on the surface. If it didn't do business according to the rules, it would have been found to have a real role long ago.
In the rest of the morning, as the father said, there were no guests. Jenkins carefully copied the tadpole text a hundred times, only to feel dizzy, and he even retched a few times.
The old man said that this is a normal situation, and he laughed at [The End of Death] The church’s method of accumulating spirits at a low level is to get close to the corpse to feel death in a weird way, and that is the real means of suffering.
Jenkins didn't feel the effect of doing this because he wasn't very sensitive to spirits. After a few months of using the ability many times, I got used to the spirit flowing in the body, even if I just copied a word, I could feel the subtle air flow.
After lunch, there was a half-hour break. Father Oliver first tested Jenkins' historical knowledge. After finding out that it was a mess, he could only let him read the book first, and then practice after he understood common sense and nouns.
"At least you can read."
Oliver's father stood in front of the counter and muttered in a low voice, which made Jenkins on the side embarrassed and didn't know what to say.
"It's all the original owner's fault!"
The day passed so peacefully, and the father did not involve Jenkins in the handling of the ring, but threw him a few history books and went home to read when he left.
"You also know about that big octopus, so hurry home."
When Jenkins was about to step out of the store, Dad reminded him behind him, and he just remembered that there was such a thing.
In Nolan City at the end of July, it gets dark late. Jenkins' home is on the west side, while the east side is the chaotic wharf area. Both his family and his father have told him not to approach it, because the law and order in Nolan City is worse than the slums only in the wharf area.
Worried that he would hit the octopus again when he returned home late, Jenkins still decided to take the carriage home. In order not to be underestimated by the coachman this time, he sorted out his more mature clothes and tried his best to pretend to be a middle-class gentleman who just got off work. Then he walked to the intersection of Fifth Queen's Road with a book under his arm, where several carriages stopped. , the coachman was about to hang up the kerosene lamp.
"Sir, would you like to buy a bouquet of flowers?"
A timid voice came from beside him, Jenkins turned his head and saw a poorly dressed little girl standing at the entrance of the alley next to him. She doesn't look more than ten years old, her face is not delicate, her dark blonde hair is simply tied into a big braid and hangs behind her, and the shoes on her feet show her toes.
"Anyway, now that I have money, I can buy a bouquet and take it home as a celebration."
Jenkins walked over with a smile while thinking, of course, he didn't go into the alley. In this era, as long as you walk on the main road, ordinary gangsters and hooligans will never dare to cause trouble, but the densely packed alleys are beyond the control of the police.
"Okay, what flowers do you have here, and how much is a bouquet?"
Jenkins asked cheerfully, and the girl smiled immediately, then lowered her head and took out a white flower with a 3-inch long green branch from a small basket. This looks like some subspecies of windmill, but it's pretty.
"Sir, two pennies and three flowers"
"I want a red one, but it's also okay."
Jenkins thought so, not wanting to disappoint the girl, so he put his hands in his pockets to take the money. In Nolan, a casual worker earns about 8p a day, and the girl's small basket can hold no more than 20 flowers at a time. Considering the freshness issue, this price is not expensive.
He had the change prepared in advance, and he carefully counted out two copper coins and took them out. Just as he was about to put them into the girl's open palm, a gust of cold air suddenly rushed into his eyes.
Immediately, the girl, the flowers, and the basket in front of him glowed darkly.
"Black is a monster."
Jenkins thought for no reason, feeling the expression on his face froze.
"What's the matter, I just want to buy a flower."
He froze there and didn't dare to move, and there was a bit of wind in the city in the summer evening, but Jenkins only felt his whole face swell with heat.
"Sir, don't you buy it?"
Seeing that Jenkins' movements stopped, the little girl showed a little confusion on her face, and then turned into aggrieved. The gentleman passing by with a civilized stick and a black hat glanced at the two of them, curled his lips and continued to stride forward.
"Buy, buy."
The biggest feature of weird things is that they are weird, run away as soon as you encounter them, and don't look back. —Oliver This is what Papa told Jenkins today about his longevity secret. At this moment, Jenkins didn't fully understand what happened to him. He didn't dare to offend the little girl easily, but buying flowers meant coming into contact with strange things. On balance, the little girl should be in greater danger than the flower, after all, the former is considered a living person.