Jenkins blinked, and put the dinner plate on the bedside table, "What's the use?"
"After the giver drinks it, about two sips, the speed of accumulating spirit can increase by about 30% within a year, which is related to each person's physique... Moreover, within a few weeks, you can get close to the world through the way of perception, The probability of comprehension ability will also increase to a terrible level. After I filled this bag of water, the spring disappeared. This amount is enough for three people. Of course, after leaving the spring, you must drink it within 30 days, otherwise the water quality will deteriorate. black, it will become a deadly poison that is only useful to those who bestow it."
Shaking the water bag, the sound of water being shaken came from inside.
"Well, it turns out that this is what A-11-02-3219 was looking for. This is indeed a great treasure."
First he looked at the water bag in his hand, then Jenkins looked at Hathaway again, pondered for a moment, "Hurry up and get the container, let's separate it."
"Do you want to share it with me? You bought it with your life, and I won't lie to you. As far as I know, a copy of such a drug is worth at least 30,000 pounds. Even in Nolan, this is enough for you to buy The next big manor with horse farms and farms!"
She pointed at herself with a finger, and there were unspeakable emotions in her beautiful eyes.
It is a slow and difficult process for the Bestower to accumulate spirits. The price of 30,000 pounds sounds like an astronomical figure, but it is already very little. Perhaps the middle class will be intimidated by this price, but for most capitalists in the top society, this is just less than a year's income.
"You saved me today."
Jenkins leaned on the ** and explained.
"You know the value of this thing, you are not rich, right?"
Jenkins laughed. Although he is stingy, he still has principles. If Hathaway didn't show up, no one would be able to take the water away, and if she didn't tell the existence of these things, Jenkins would never know that she took so much.
One must repay one's kindness, and one must repay one's hatred. This is the principle of great writers. Although he is not a saint, nor is he a good person in the strict sense, but at least he has principles.
Of course, he hesitated briefly when he heard the figure of "30,000 pounds", and his heart trembled when he finally made a decision.
"With my bad luck, these things will be encountered in the future."
He comforted himself in this way, and then said to the lady who bowed her head in thought:
"I'm two and you are one. Since I found it, I'll ask for an extra copy. Do you have any objections?"
She didn't know how to answer for a long time.
"Jenkins, you are really a good person. But the giver needs to restrain his inflated desires, but he cannot always be perfect without desires."
"No, no, I'm definitely not a good person!"
Jenkins has also done murder and robbing. Blake, a student of the Art Academy who died with regret, his body is probably not finished yet.
Unlike Jenkins, who was assisted by his father and given materials by the church, Hathaway had to complete all the ceremonies independently, so the residence also had measuring cylinders and the like. In front of Jenkins, she poured out the bag of spring water and weighed it without wasting a single drop.
The dark little nose sniffed, Chocolate's eyes sharpened.
These ** are the testimony of the friendship between Jenkins and Hathaway. Although this matter was not mentioned, Jenkins believed that Hathaway would understand his heart.
Putting away the excess spring water, Hathaway took two tall glasses, each containing transparent milk.
Jenkins sat on the bed, held the lower end of the glass with his fingers, and gently clinked glasses with the red-haired lady with a reddish face:
"cheers."
"cheers."
Hathaway raised her neck, her red hair swept across her snow-white neck. She drank all the water in the glass, put down the glass, and wanted to say something to Jenkins, but seeing that he not only didn't drink it, but looked at the glass in his hand thoughtfully, she couldn't help frowning.
"Any questions?"
"I was wondering, does this count as my bathwater?"
Chocolat, with sharp eyes, fell down depressed again.
Hathaway didn't say anything, but just gave Jenkins a hard look, and the latter also knew that he had said something wrong, so he raised his head and drank the water.
Unlike any drink I've ever had before, when these drugs slide down the throat and into the stomach, I can't feel their existence. It was not even possible to determine whether what he drank just now was air. In the next moment, it seemed that the pores of his whole body were opened, and a sense of comfort that made people get goosebumps came from all over his body. Jenkins let out a long breath, feeling that the fatigue accumulated in the past few days was washed away. Swept away.
Hathaway suddenly turned her head away from Jenkins, but her whole body was trembling. **On the outer arm, flushing color appeared.
This was indeed Hathaway's bedroom, but it was not Earl Hessa's mansion, but her own property outside. Miss Noble is richer than great writers.
Jenkins was only in a coma for a few hours. When the two talked until seven o'clock in the evening, the girl got up and was about to leave:
"You can just rest here for one night today. I think your complexion is still not good. This is my room. No one can enter without permission. I still have some things to do. I will be back around ten o'clock. Might have something to talk to you sometime. Oh, and if you need refreshments, or need to... go to the bathroom, just go out by yourself, the housemaids are not allowed on the second floor, but still be careful, it's best Don't leave the room."
In fact, Jenkins felt that he was almost healed. The newly fused [Gift], the immortal flame of the purification candle, continued to inject vitality into him. But seeing Hathaway's firm attitude, he did not object.
She turned her head and looked at Jenkins lying on the bed with a cute face and Chocolate lying next to him with a cute face. She wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything in the end.
After Hathaway left, Jenkins felt it was rude to lie in the lap of an unmarried lady, so he walked to the window with a reluctant chocolate in his arms.
"Oh, the environment is very nice."
Looking out, he recognized at a glance that it was on the east bank of the Westminster River. Looking from the window, I saw the dark night, the river bank shrouded in mist and the buildings on both sides of the river bank. The dredging of the river is still in progress, so there are no sailing ships now, but before the short winter freezing period begins, a group of merchant ships from the south will pass here.
Speaking of which, the house where the doomsday slate was found seems to be on this street.
PS: Thirty thousand pounds is not written casually. According to the content described in this article, it is indeed worth the price. For a very long time, there will be no more valuable items in this book.
Another: This chapter is to celebrate the collection of 10,000 (in fact, there are still a few short).