"Purchasing materials is your business, and I really don't have so much money. Two thousand."
Jenkins spread his hands and didn't want to explain. In fact, he didn't eat much chocolate.
Miss Magic didn't object immediately, but paused for a moment before asking again: "Only one thousand pounds each time? You have to know, I didn't make much money from such a transaction. You should understand with a little common sense. Restoring one Unknown rituals require a lot of trial and preparation, and one attempt may waste hundreds of pounds of materials. Since you want to make this business, please show some sincerity."
The corners of Jenkins' mouth were trembling, and he felt that he might not need to find another way to invest. I hope that Miss Miller's knowledge and friendship are worthy of such a big expense.
"Five thousand~"
His voice was trembling. There have been no major expenditures recently, only the supplementary materials cost tens of pounds in the church, and because of the completion of Constantine’s mission, the church paid him a sum of money in advance as a reward after processing the castle’s meat money, about Around 500 pounds. Adding in the usual income and my own savings, what I can get out is only about 8,000 pounds. According to his understanding, Miss Magic's asking price is actually not high.
"Not enough, add some more."
The tone is very firm, but in fact the woman wants to laugh in her heart:
"Mysterious Mr. Candle, because of money, he would actually make such an expression."
If Jenkins knew what she was thinking, he would tell her that even living false gods need gold pounds to live.
"Eight thousand."
Miss Magic reported the final price, "8,000 pounds, I want cash. This is a preferential price for the sake of our acquaintance."
"Seven thousand."
"Eight thousand."
"Seven thousand."
"Eight thousand."
Jenkins stopped talking, saying goodbye to the days of extravagance.
"How long will it take you to finish."
"One week, at least one week. I'll give you an address, and if there's a code there, I'm done."
There was a smile in her tone, and she didn't know if she was happy to make a big deal.
Jenkins gave her a paper bag in a depressed mood, which contained 1,000 pounds as a deposit. Miss Magic reached for it, tugged it and found that it didn't move, so she snatched it with all her might.
She smacked her lips and carefully counted the banknotes in her hand with skillful techniques, making a swishing sound. While counting, he sighed softly: "I didn't expect that I would have such luck. I thought I wouldn't get anything tonight."
Last time she made a wish towards A-01-2-2221, the unfortunate wishing tree, so her luck will get worse for a while.
As for the so-called deposit, under normal circumstances, only 10% to 30% of the total payment is required. After all, no one can be completely assured of a stranger who does not know his real identity.
"Everyone is about the same, very cautious."
With these in his mind, he thought the deal was a success.
Although only six people participated in the party organized by Mr. Hood, all six people have something precious in their hands. Mr. Hood no longer tried to buy the holy water he needed, but instead asked for a material called the tail hair of the three holy deer.
Mr. Black Cat happened to have one, and the transaction between the two was carried out in front of everyone. The transaction price for that handful of colorful hairs that could shine by themselves was 30 pounds.
Jenkins guessed that this was the material needed for a certain ability learning ceremony, otherwise Mr. Hood would not be so decisive when paying the money, but would be entangled like Jenkins just now.
Judging others by himself, Jenkins felt that his idea was right.
Sometimes the purchase of materials requires luck. The silver clover, which was very common in the past, was unexpectedly not carried by anyone this time, and Mr. White Cat happened to have a bottle of "the ashes of the illegal long-lived person" that Miss Magic didn't expect to be able to buy.
These are the ashes of people who used special means to live to at least 150 years old, so they were ridiculed as "illegal longevity". There are very few rituals or special items in the world that can prolong life, otherwise Constantine would not take the risk. Therefore, this kind of material is extremely rare, so it can be said that Miss Magic is lucky.
"Huh? Doesn't the wishing tree bring bad luck?"
Jenkins felt a little confused. He was also plagued by bad luck. It would be great if he could get a cheap transshipment method from someone else.
Mr. White Cat also brought surprises to everyone, he was willing to offer a special ceremony method. Through this ritual, glasses, or similar objects, can be given a week-long effect, giving them the ability to see through ordinary objects up to 3.5 inches (about 8.89 cm) thick.
"This thickness is enough to see through any human being, and directly see whether there is a murder weapon on his body."
Jenkins thought about it carefully. Although his [Eye of Reality] could see auras through clothing, he couldn't detect ordinary knives, pistols or other murder weapons. But Mr. White Cat's offer was too high, and in the end only Hathaway was willing to pay.
There were no more accidents at this gathering, and the six people left after making a reservation for the next time to notify the gathering.
Jenkins deliberately chose the direction opposite to Hathaway's leaving direction, and immediately pulled up his legs and ran wildly after everyone left the field of vision. All the way down the mountain, bent down to run in the wilderness, and then climbed over the low wall of the slums into the urban area, avoiding the young people making out in the alleys, the suspicious middle-aged people who gathered together and the police on the road, finally Before Hathaway returned to her residence on the river bank.
He climbed up the tree with ease, let Chocolate jump on the window sill, wiped open the window with his cat's paw, and then jumped back into the bedroom.
Go to the door first, and gently turn the cold metal handle, it is still locked.
Jenkins breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and closed the window and drew the curtains, and then wanted to take out his own items in the closet to restore the indoor situation to the way Hathaway left.
But just as he opened the wardrobe door, he heard two women's voices coming from the door:
"Michelle Michel, the lady really said that no one could enter her bedroom until she came back. Oh, I can't come to the second floor!"
The voice was panicked and bewildered. Jenkins had never heard this voice before. It should be a servant in the house.
"You should know who I am, go back to your job, Hathaway will never hide anything from me."
The door handle was turned a few times, but of course it didn't open, and then the sound of the key hitting the keyhole could be heard.
"Oops! Mademoiselle Michael has the key to the room!"