The old man pulled Jenkins inward, and explained to him in a low voice: "The Kingdom of Fidgetli usually imposes very high taxes on imported and exported antiques, so some fishermen or big ship owners will also accept some smuggling business. These kinds of things don't usually just make their way to the market, but we, the 'industry' people, pass them by first."
He exhorted in a low voice:
"These people are not gangsters, they are just a group of established smuggling teams. They call themselves the [Sea Snake Federation], but they are actually composed of a group of dock workers, fishing boat owners and local antique dealers. The one guarding the door just now is The famous little Jimmy in the slums is actually a pickpocket. You don’t need to talk, just follow me, this time it’s just for you to learn more.”
"But, it's illegal..."
Jenkins hesitated to speak.
"Of course, but where there is light, there is shadow. You are also twenty years old. You still believe that everything is black and white, right?"
"Of course I know that."
Jenkins pretended to be enlightened on the surface, but he was talking to himself in his heart. He was just an ignorant and uneducated prodigal son, and it would be strange if he accepted things here so easily.
This is a warehouse composed of all furniture and pipes removed after the three bungalows were opened. In addition to the guards and the person in charge, there are five or six sellers inside at this time.
Introduced by my father, besides his counterparts in antique shops, there is also a professor of history at a local university.
Following behind his father and looking at the bottles, cans, or metal utensils on the ground, Jenkins quietly raised his hand and pressed it to his temple.
After a hasty scan, in the field of vision of the [Eye of Reality], only the light belt in front of Dad and Jenkins is shining in the big warehouse.
"I just said how could I be so lucky."
But this also meant that there should be no accidents during this trip, so Jenkins followed his father obediently, watching him bargain with the seller.
Half an hour later, there were only two buyers left in the warehouse. The old man who didn't buy anything led Jenkins to the small door on the other side of the warehouse. The middle-aged man in a black hat nodded to his father. Walked out of the warehouse through the small door.
It was another ten minutes of quiet journey, and Jenkins did not say a word according to his father's request. They finally stopped in front of a dilapidated small building with steam pipes almost covering the outer wall.
Pushing open the door, a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard was lying on a tattered sofa, squinting and smoking inferior tobacco. Jenkins tried hard to hold his breath.
"Papa Oliver? How did you find this place?"
The middle-aged man got up unexpectedly, flicked his wrist, extinguished the match, and then exhaled a puff of pale yellow smoke from the corner of his mouth.
"What are you smoking?"
The old man covered his nose and frowned, "Brown, didn't a batch of goods arrive at the pier? Don't fool me with those fake things in front, the old man is not that old yet. I'm bringing new ones this time. It’s the first time for the apprentices we’ve accepted to gain experience, so don’t embarrass your father!”
"It's a good thing. You can get five silk for one pound."
Brown shook the things in his hands triumphantly, then pointed to the sofa.
"Okay, since Dad has accepted new apprentices, I'll bring out the 'good things'. You sit down first, and I'll be back soon."
After finishing speaking, he went straight around the two of them and walked out the door, leaving only an empty room and a broken sofa.
"This is a real gangster. It is said that he is the face-to-face speaker of a certain noble in Nolan City. Whether it is the antique business or the mission of the church, only in the hands of such people can we find what we need and do our business I'm going to deal with this kind of person a lot."
The old man explained to Jenkins meaningfully, and Jenkins was still surprised by his current performance.
Sure enough, none of the antique sellers were normal businessmen.
Jenkins was waiting here with his father while wondering whether the "new product" mentioned by his father might be the smuggled product mentioned by Miss Bailing at the party.
It's been a while, and Dad doesn't seem interested in continuing the conversation. Jenkins tapped his temples boredly, and was surprised to find a dim golden light emitting from the corner of the wall.
Compared with the badge I saw on the bedside of the ward a few days ago, the gold color at this time is like gold rusted.
"What could it be?"
Jenkins thought to himself, but didn't say it. After all, he had no reason to know that there was something in the ground.
"Is that Mr. Brown an ordinary person? Or an unregistered gifter? Damn it, you need to get into the habit of regularly checking the identity of strangers you meet."
He thought about it without boundaries, and at the same time, he suddenly had the idea of wearing that black robe at night and stealing the things in the corner.
"You're crazy!"
He also thought his idea was funny, not to mention whether he has the ability to be a thief, but he must know that he is a positive person with a decent job, stealing because of greed, and then losing everything if he is not careful, this is not smart people's practices.
"What's there has nothing to do with me."
Nodding secretly for his own character, Jenkins looked away from the corner of the wall in satisfaction, and then unexpectedly found three piles of light spots gathered outside the room again.
In the [Eye of Reality] state, he can see through the aura, which Jenkins discovered when he first met Bincy and was censored. He also tested it in daily life, and later found that the range of perspective is related to the strength of the aura and the thickness of the barrier. It's a pity that it is impossible to quantify the strength of the aura, otherwise Jenkins will definitely be able to come up with a specific relationship.
What's even more regrettable is that what can be seen through perspective is only aura.
"Blesser?"
Jenkins was taken aback, and then saw that the three clusters of light spots were getting bigger and bigger—they were moving rapidly towards here.
"careful!"
Dad actually issued a warning earlier than Jenkins. He was originally in a state of closing his eyes and resting his mind, but suddenly opened his eyes, and with an old hand on his waist, he took out the pistol.
"Something's wrong."
Holding the gun, he stood up and faced the door, warning in a low voice.
Jenkins also stood up, only to hear a slight crackling sound from the outside, and the three piles of light spots in the field of vision were entangled together, and from time to time one of them would burst into light.
Without saying a word, the father took out a bullet/bullet from his pocket and threw it to Jenkins:
"Stay here and don't move. Put this into the gun, this is a sanctified bullet/bullet, which has extra lethality against non-orthodox believers."
After finishing speaking, he rushed out of the room neatly, and Jenkins only had time to see a pool of black bugs emerge from the shadow under Mr. Brown's feet and swarm towards the other two strange men.
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