B-04-4-0944, Wind Direction Chain for Wind Direction. Jenkins was very interested in this, but this item was not very practical for him, and the trap rope in his hand had no intention of exchanging it with others for the time being, so he did not buy it.
Professor Burns spent 23 pounds this time to buy a small handful of scrap iron, which is a special material produced by a common monster. A-06-03-3117, the black haunted house, appears randomly in any location populated by humans. After it disappears, it will leave some abandoned building materials in place, and these iron pieces are one of them.
Because the source is a powerful space-like trick, this is a rare ritual material related to space. As far as Jenkins knows, rituals of calling down and sacrificing foreign objects often use similar things.
But Professor Burns is an innocent orthodox church scribe, and he definitely wouldn't mess with these things.
After Jenkins has been upgraded to level 2, the number of abilities has reached full value, so there is no need for those expensive and rare materials recently. As for the ceremony taught to him by his father, the materials can be bought in the church, and they are cheaper, so he didn't buy anything.
Because there are fewer people participating in the party this time, the end time of the party has also been brought forward. Before everyone left, the "generous" Mr. Corpse was asked another question, which he answered.
The man in the black robe and hood took a step closer to the dim candle in the forbidden room.
"Sir, the city of Nolan is very unclear recently. Is it necessary for us to leave the local area to temporarily avoid possible dangers?"
Mr. Corpse's face turned slowly, looking at the man who spoke. He subconsciously took a step back, and soon stabilized his footing.
"This is an opportunity, a once-in-a-thousand-year opportunity. Hmph~"
There was some inexplicable emotion in the last tone. This gentleman used to speak like a machine without emotion at all. This is the first time that Jenkins can feel the taste of people from his words.
The next day's weather was still gloomy, and the sky seemed to be brewing with unusually heavy snow. Jenkins and Chocolate yawned neatly and pushed open the door of Papa's Antique Store. Behind him, a group of workers carrying wooden boxes walked towards the township wharf.
"Sir, what are you doing?"
Hearing the sound of the bell, the old man raised his head abruptly, then grabbed his coat and hat and was about to leave.
"It just so happens that you are here. You are here to visit the store today. I have written down what needs to be done and put them on the counter. If I haven't come back at night, just lock the store door and leave. Last night, there were a lot of people in the south of the city. Tricky things, I need an old guy to take a look."
"But sir..."
"You are already a mature apprentice, you can look after the shop by yourself."
He passed Jenkins at once, waved his hands without looking back, wrapped his hunched body with a coat, and walked on the stone road to the carriage parked at the corner of the street.
It wasn't until a plump, well-groomed lady passed by the door of the store that Jenkins was relieved.
"I want to go too..."
He muttered softly, then put down the squinting chocolate, took off his heavy clothes, and only wore a white shirt and a black velvet vest. The temperature in the store was very comfortable.
He picked up the piece of paper left by his father, then thought of something, blinked and looked directly at his feet, the black eyeball-like aura disappeared.
"I was taken away by my father..."
I don't know whether to be lucky or disappointed in my heart, but it's good not to be a thief.
Until lunch, there were no customers in the antique store. Jenkins sat at the counter and read a book after finishing his daily transcription. In addition, since Miss Miller was about to travel far away, he also wanted to sort out some mathematical analysis content and give it to her as a parting gift.
Although it has been decided that after Miss Magic repairs the ceremony, it will not be difficult to contact remotely in the future, but according to general etiquette, gifts are always required.
After lunch, the weather became more and more gloomy. Jenkins thought that there would be snowfall, and held the reluctant cat in the backyard for a long time, but the snow did not fall for a long time, only the dark clouds covering Nolan were getting thicker and thicker.
Jenkins' instinct was reminding him that something big was about to happen. But Miss Bevanna will be back from New Truman City tomorrow, and the other four Orthodox Churches have Level 8 Gifters residing locally, so even if something happens again, they won't let him out.
jingle~
The bell rang at the door, and Jenkins turned to look that way. He was just now reading a best-selling chivalry novel, supplementing the popular literary writing techniques of this era, and Chocolate was lying on the arm of his armchair and dozed off, actually half-opening his eyes to peek at the book.
"Welcome to Papa's Antique Store, may I help you?"
Sitting up from the wooden chair in front of the fireplace, he politely greeted today's first guest.
This is a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard, wearing a windbreaker, but the clothes on his body are still neat. He is not tall and wears a pair of ordinary eyes, but the symptoms of dark circles are a little obvious. Lost eyesight, it should be a bad spirit.
This appearance fits Jenkins' definition of a down-and-out middle-aged man.
"Hi, my name is Mason Pisco."
The voice seemed a little muffled, maybe because I didn't sleep well last night.
"Well, I'm a writer."
"Me too."
Jenkins thought with a smile on his face, but he didn't expect to meet his peers. He gestured to invite Pisco to speak by the fireplace.
"I'm the kind of writer who writes plays and operas for other people."
He snorted, as if he had a cold.
"Lately I've been having trouble with my writing, a lot of very coincidental scenes have happened in the same scene. So I thought I'd try my luck here, oh, I'm here for shopping, but please tell me stories about these antiques , I'll buy the one with the best story."
"A script writer who goes out to get material."
Jenkins defined Mr. Pisco again, and asked with concern:
"Is your illness okay? Do you want to see a doctor?"
"Need not."
The man took out a handkerchief and wiped it in front of his nose, then shook his head violently.
"What's your name, please?"
"Jenkins Williams."
"Okay, Mr. Williams. Please take me to pick out antiques. Of course, what I want is stories."
This is really a strange person, but since he is just an ordinary person and does not carry any special items on his body, Jenkins can only treat him as an ordinary guest.
Since he said he wanted to buy the best antiques in the story, Jenkins would not fail to earn the gold pound.