Hearing that Jenkins was introduced by Oliver's father, the owner of the lumberyard shook hands with Jenkins very actively. He introduced a wood that gave off an aroma when burned, a rarity in an age when spices were equated with gold.
But Jenkins didn't want to be taken advantage of, Pop had warned him, so he didn't want to buy back some wood that had been soaked in fresh petal concentrate and dried.
The land near the forest farm is extremely wet, and when you step on it, you have the illusion that the soles of your shoes are sinking into the soil. This forest farm is not big, but the business is still booming. After Jenkins arrived, guests came one after another.
Most of them are men who look like housekeepers, and some are middle-aged men like Jenkins who came to negotiate the price in person.
After haggling with the boss for a long time, Jenkins bought the wood used in winter under the "reluctant" expression of the other party. Both of them gave way, and the boss agreed to Jenkins to find some workers for him to level the land in the basement and waterproof it to prevent the wood from getting wet, and Jenkins had to pay for the shipping of the wood.
That's a lot of money.
It wasn't until Jenkins paid the deposit and signed the contract with the boss in the wooden house that the two smiled at the same time. As for who took advantage of it, it's hard to say.
Jenkins rarely leaves the city, so he decides to wander around the neighborhood before heading back. Naturally, the boss would not object. He told Jenkins that except for a small part of this forest area, it is the public property of the city. It is managed by taxation every year, and the profits are directly invested in the construction of urban public facilities. Nolan Pasade The United Railways successfully raised funds, and the Kingdom used the profits from this forest area to support it.
Every year at the turn of summer and autumn, many people will come for outings and hunting, so his place will also serve as a supply station and equipment rental office. But it is late autumn now, and few people come here for an outing. The chubby boss smiled kindly, rubbed his hands and asked Jenkins if he needed a shotgun and a hunting license. He could handle it here, and Jenkins was already worried about his wallet.
If you go forward a few weeks, that time happens to be the best time to hunt. But now that the first snow has fallen, animals in the forest seldom come out to look for food, so those who hunt at this time are only laymen with fresh ideas.
Just like Jenkins, who happened to have time and mood today, and remembered his father's suggestion of "walking outside more when you have time". He spent another 1 pound and 3 shillings before he got a full set of hunting/equipment/equipment from the forest farm owner.
The price is actually very fair, the main cost is the hard "hunting license". After all, the forest farm belongs to the city, the city belongs to the country, and the country belongs to the royal family.
Poaching on the royal family's forest farm is not a crime that can be solved by a fine.
In the Mr. Ink Club, Jenkins also practiced the use of shotguns, but this double-barreled single-shot shotgun was too difficult to use. The shotgun is even equipped with a rusty iron fiber, which needs to be poked at the muzzle of the gun before each shot. Even, this kind of gun has no rifling, and where the fired bullets fly depends entirely on the guidance of the hermit of fate.
He went deep into the forest area and fired a few shots. After chasing down the rabbit he found with great difficulty, he gave up hunting. Originally, he wanted Chocolate, which has a very sharp nose, to act as a hunting dog temporarily, but after finding out that it was not as big as a rabbit, he was worried that the young cat would be bullied by the vicious big rabbit, so he let Chocolate stay in the backpack behind him with peace of mind.
This was also provided by the boss. There were spare bullets, ropes, towels, kettles, flints, flammable signal sticks and other items inside, which were completely worth the cost of 1 gold pound. At least from this point of view, the boss is still very conscientious.
He planned to spend most of the morning and afternoon at the forest farm, and then go back to the city to repair his pocket watch, visit the detective agency, and then go to the bar to get Eldron's reply.
When it was almost noon, Jenkins stepped on the fallen leaves and stopped under a big tree with hideous branches, ready to eat lunch. He didn't go too deep, one was worried about getting lost, and the other was that his purpose was just to relax.
"Canned, and dried beef."
He took the food out of the bag, chocolate looked at it with distaste, and climbed up the tree along the trunk. Although the cat is young, it still has a strong sense of balance, and Jenkins is not worried about it falling.
Sometimes things like luck are hard to predict. After Jenkins opened the can, he was struggling with whether he should try it. The suspiciously sticky meat sauce contained in the iron sheet, he heard a strange voice coming from his ear:
"Giggle~"
It sounds a lot like A-12-02-4219 going crazy, but there's something different about it. The sound is thinner, crisper and shorter.
Jenkins decisively threw the can aside and drew his pistol from his waist.
The air in the suburbs is much better than that in the city, but there is still a faint fog in the woods, and even the midday sun in late autumn cannot penetrate it.
The crisp and short laughter was getting closer, and Jenkins heard the sound of chocolate beating the leaves behind him, but he ignored it.
A few minutes later, a palm-sized humanoid creature with transparent cicada wings emerged from the grass in the distance.
"Elf?"
Jenkins still did not put down his pistol, on the contrary, his vigilance became stronger.
The elf refers to a kind of alien creature with many subspecies. This is not the kind of humanoid creature with pointed ears and excellent shooting skills, but the evil and twisted human beings who strayed into the forest in ancient myths and legends little things.
Among the subspecies of elves, there are also some kind and lawful creatures like smurfs, but the proportion is very small. Most of what humans can encounter are species that are beautiful in appearance, but are actually full of maliciousness everywhere.
One theory holds that the origin of the elves comes from the soul and resentment of the forest. But there is no evidence for this statement, and more people still believe that elves are supernatural creatures left over from ancient times.
The wildly laughing elf slowly flew towards Jenkins. Jenkins held up the gun and could see its face. On the white face, there are a pair of long and narrow eyes full of aura with green pupils, and the mouth, which is not as big as a bullet, is constantly opening and closing.
"Giggle~"
Ten meters away from Jenkins, it stopped, its matchstick-like arms crossed in front of its chest, and then suddenly pulled downwards, a rainbow-like light beam began to spread outward, enveloping her like a round bubble stand up.
"Giggle~"
Jenkins felt a tingling in his ears, held the gun with one hand in his right hand, touched the side of his face with his left hand, and actually touched blood.
PS: Hunting/equipment is actually a sensitive word. What is wrong with this word