"Mr. Candle is right, Mr. Magic, please don't take out such things, it will consume the trust of the participants in our party."
Mr. Hood also supported Jenkins' approach, but Miss Magic did not get angry or objected.
"Well, it's considered that I didn't think carefully."
As she spoke, she took out a palm-length blue feather again.
"I don't know what it is, but it does contain spirits, so it should be some kind of special material."
In Jenkins' eyes, the feathers gave off a faint white light, but not very strongly.
"Can."
He has no better choice, as long as it is not a golden light.
Jenkins told about the history and characteristics of A-01-2-0198, but did not mention the black and white flowers. This is a secret of the church, not only the parchment signed by Jenkins when he joined the job forbids him from leaking the secret, but it may also lead to his identity being exposed.
After this transaction, everyone exchanged several special materials with each other, and Mr. Hood still hoped to buy the silver that had been blessed by the [Spirit of Nature] church.
"I have a [Supernatural] here."
Just when Jenkins thought it was about to end, Mr. Birch coughed twice, and announced in a low and deep voice unexpectedly.
[Trickster] [Gift] [Extraordinary] The biggest difference from items made through rituals is that they are permanent and their spirits will not pass away. These three items can only be obtained by a very few ways such as bestowed by the gods, obtained from a strange place, and naturally formed, so they will be recorded by number.
"I guess no one here can afford it?"
Miss Magic chuckled, but it sounded like a cannibal old hag.
"Its function is very inconspicuous, and its origin is not very positive, and I need some cash recently..."
"This is a legal party, we cannot sell stolen goods!"
Mr. Hood stopped immediately.
"No, please listen to me, this is not stolen goods, it's just an unknown source... The Orthodox Church has recorded it, B-01-5-92939."
"If I remember correctly, 5 means it [can be used normally in any situation, not dangerous]."
Jenkins said, and Mr. Birch nodded:
"Yes, its name is [Mr. Hunter's Fruit Bowl]. As long as you inject a small amount of spirit, you can get three different fruits every day. Of course, it is an ordinary fruit."
The other five were silent.
"You can buy it in cash, it's also a piece of [Extraordinary]..."
In the end, even he himself couldn't go on.
The thing in Jenkins' eyes was blue, a brand new color that he had never seen before. He was a little interested, but he was worried that he didn't have enough savings.
"Ten pounds. It's unknown."
Miss Magic said.
"Can you add more?"
Mr. Birch asked tentatively, Miss Magic shrugged.
"Eleven pounds."
Jenkins spoke, although the price sounded a bit aimed at Miss Magic, but the latter seemed indifferent and said nothing.
In the end, Jenkins used half of his savings to actually buy a piece of [Extraordinary], although its origin is unknown, although it has no effect...
Due to the big octopus haunting Nolan City at night and A-01-2-0198, the next meeting was postponed until two weeks later, and the password was also set as a newspaper.
According to the order of the lottery, Jenkins left second. He originally wanted to ask Mr. Hood if he knew anything about the other parties. But I felt that it was too imprudent to do so, so I gave up.
After wandering around in the alleys of Sabine District for half an hour, Jenkins returned to his bedroom along the big tree in peace. Well, the door was still locked.
Tonight's gathering gave him the opportunity to learn more secret information. Although it seems useless now, he from the 21st century knows the importance of information.
And it's fun too, isn't it
Without going to sleep immediately, he took out the somewhat dirty wooden plate from his arms, on which some common decorative patterns were carved.
Enter a little spirit, under the moonlight, an unripe green apple, a hazelnut and an attractive red cherry appeared on the plate.
"Are hazelnuts a fruit?"
He frowned thinking, and then put the cherry in his mouth, it tasted pretty good.
Jenkins sometimes thought that although he was a time traveler, he might not be the so-called protagonist, because his life returned to calm again in the following week, and he thought he would encounter abnormalities one after another.
"But it's not bad."
Jenkins, who was lying in front of the counter and copying the tadpole text on the photo, suddenly said something, which scared the old man and almost broke the porcelain in his hand.
Regarding the issue of the publisher, the father is still in contact. At first, both of them thought that the relationship between the church and the church could be resolved, but later they found out that publishing regular books requires the so-called batch number of the book, which is the official book publishing qualification issued by the kingdom. , and the church has just run out.
Pop had found a professional printer for the church, and he admired Jenkins' collection of fairy tales. If Jenkins is willing to wait until the last quarter of the year, when the next batch number is released, the gentleman is willing to be the first to print and publish Jenkins' book, but Dad feels that there is no need to wait so long, so he contacted the church partner , which also takes a while.
Jenkins' study has finally turned from theory to practice, not only in terms of antiques, but also in occultism.
On that day, under the watchful eyes of his father, Jenkins performed a "prayer ceremony" independently in the warehouse in the backyard of the antique shop. As the name suggests, the purpose of the ceremony is to pray to the [Inheritance Sage], and under normal results, the gods can be watched for a short time.
Because of his identity, Jenkins was very resistant to this. But he couldn't find a reasonable way to refuse, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and draw the holy emblem of the sage on the ground with the unused ritual chalk from last time. In front of him was a small piece of silver offered as an offering.
"Silver" is just a sacrifice in a symbolic sense. According to the old man, there is a price for letting the gods look at you. But the righteous gods are very generous, as long as they don't put some rotten food or garbage, they don't care.
This process was unexpectedly smooth. When Jenkins lowered his head and finished reciting the last note, he immediately felt a gentle gaze suddenly appearing, looking down on him with great pressure from above.