The old man snorted without even looking at him.
"Yes, you are the holy son recognized by the sages. Although your ability and spiritual capacity will not change because of this reason, in terms of personality, you are already a section higher than ordinary humans."
As he spoke, he raised his right hand, bringing his index finger and thumb together, leaving only a small gap that could only be seen by squinting.
The so-called sanctification process is that Jenkins holds these bullets/bullets in his hand, and then meditates on the holy emblem while reciting prayers to sages, or other religious classics of the church.
The specific principle is not clear, but in the feeling of heat on the forehead, those bullets/bullets are really attached with a golden aura.
"How did Dad know about this? Has he seen other Sons before?"
The question that Jenkins immediately thought of, because of this kind of knowledge, will not be clearly recorded in the book.
He took the batch of processed bullets to his father to confirm the effect, and the guest who bought a pair of oil paintings had just left.
The store was much warmer than the warehouse. Jenkins took off his coat and hung it aside, reached out his hand to take out the bullets/ammunitions from the coat pocket and handed them to the old man. At the same time, he asked:
"Father, I heard from Captain Bincy that there is a strange saying that injecting an extremely small amount of silver into blood vessels can lead to longevity?"
"The believers of [Undead Lord] have indeed spread this saying, and rely on performing rituals for ordinary people to earn gold pounds."
He nodded at the bullets/bullets, expressing his satisfaction.
"However, this approach cannot help ordinary people live longer. This is essentially a sacrificial ceremony, offering the lifespan of humans with blood silver to evil gods..."
He immediately shut his mouth, because the bell rang, and someone came to the door again.
This is really a new thing. Although the business of Dad's antique shop is booming, most of the customers invite Dad to come to the door in person or through private channels to buy. The occasional intrusion of idle guests like this has never been so dense.
"Oh? A fifth-level gifter?"
Before he even had time to observe the appearance, Jenkins noticed something was wrong. His heart beat violently, he didn't expect that there would be so many accidents today.
"Welcome to Papa's Antiques."
The apprentice greeted him proactively, but quietly put his right hand behind his back, making a dangerous warning gesture.
"Guest, what do you need?"
"I'll take a look first."
The new visitor was a man in black boots who was unusually tall, at least 6.5 feet (about 2 meters) tall. On top of his disheveled brown hair was a black soft hat with a silver stripe on the brim.
The pores on his face are extremely thick, his red nose is tall, and he has very rare heterochromatic pupils. The left eye is a common brown, and the right eye is a very rare green, a disgusting green like moss.
Among them, the green one has a strong red aura coming out of its eyes, this must be a special item with a qualified number!
The man's eyes flicked from Jenkins to Pop, then ignored them and paced to the shelves to inspect the curios.
Jenkins turned his head to look at his father. He pushed his glasses and shook his head slightly to signal Jenkins not to act rashly. Dad trusted Jenkins very much. He knew that Jenkins was extremely sensitive to spirits, so he also attached great importance to the warning signals sent by Jenkins.
Putting down the pen in his hand, he pointed to the side with his right hand, making Jenkins stand on the side of the counter, and he took out an item from the counter and put it in his pocket, then walked quickly to the side of the man.
"This is an ancient wine vessel with a history of at least 300 years. Judging from the pattern and style, it should be used for sacrifices..."
Before the old man finished speaking, the man waved his hand lightly, signaling him not to say any more. He walked around the store without saying a word, and then left straight away.
"Your feeling is correct. I found that the eye is a special item. If so, there is a high probability that it is the bestower. It may be the magic eye."
Naturally formed special eyes are not absent, but one may not appear in decades. Most of the magic eyes were transplanted the day after tomorrow, so the father can make such a judgment.
"I'll follow him."
He quickly picked up the coat and hat on the hook, and took out props such as a fake beard and wig for camouflage from the counter, and then hurriedly explained to Jenkins:
"Go to the church again, just go to Bincy directly. Now I'm not sure what level of giver he is, so try to find as many helpers as possible."
Before Jenkins could reply, Dad quickly opened the store door and walked into the cold wind. Recently, there have been rumors that the Magic Eye Collection Association came to the local area. At this time, it lost its trace, and it is very difficult to find it.
"That's a fifth-level gifter, just like you."
Jenkins didn't have time to say this, so he could only stamp his feet on the spot twice.
The reason why the triangular paper charms were not used to notify the Church directly was because such spells were expensive to manufacture and had limited production, and could only be used when very important events happened.
Dad is not sure about the identity of that person now, and there is no viciousness/event happening so far, so he decided to take the initiative to track it down.
"Father is an auxiliary civil servant. Although he may not take the initiative to fight with him, he may not be a match for that man."
Gritting his teeth, Jenkins tore off a page from the ledger, and hurriedly wrote down the situation just now.
"Chocolate, take it to church, to Captain Bincy, or Mr. Schleich, or whoever you want."
"Meow~"
The cat had never accepted such a task before, and looked up at Jenkins blankly. Seeing his anxious expression, she rubbed his hand with her soft cat face.
"Send the letter, go to the church, that's where we finished eating that day, the long table!"
He described again.
"Meow~"
The cat stretched out its front paws, and Jenkins was taken aback for a moment, then immediately found a ball of thread and tied the note there:
"Chocolate, come back immediately after delivering the letter. If you get lost, you can go to the church or our house, it doesn't matter. Don't run around, there are bad people everywhere in Nolan City."
He hastily and softly warned again, reaching out and stroking Chocolate's fur. Pushing open the door of the store, he watched his cat run quickly along the wall into the mist, turned his head and yelled at Jenkins, and then disappeared with a flick of his tail.
I'm also worried about chocolate, but Jenkins thinks that Dad may be in greater danger than smart cats.
He hastily changed his clothes for going out, then pinned the pistol that had been replaced with ammunition, took his cane, closed the store first, and then walked quickly to the street.
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