Jenkins nodded and ended the bargaining. He took out the banknotes in his pocket and put them on the table, then passed the candle in the center of the table, and pushed it to the woman sitting on the opposite sofa.
"An advance payment of £7, and the remaining three weeks later."
The woman nodded and grabbed the gold pounds on the table:
"Since you were able to find the middleman clown, you should have heard of the reputation of the huntress. Please rest assured about this matter, and go directly to the middleman in three weeks."
Jenkins nodded again, without another word, turned around the sofa, opened the trapdoor on the floor and went underground.
Jenkins didn't know who the huntress was, but the middleman clown was recommended by his father. He has been active in Nolan's underground black market for more than ten years, and his reputation is very good. That's why he was able to boldly pay a huge sum of 7 pounds without even asking for a receipt.
The premise is that there is such a thing as a receipt.
Dad didn't ask Jenkins what he wanted to do, but just told him not to reveal his identity easily. Jenkins was also quite aware of this. After bidding farewell to the middleman, he wandered around the black market a few times and bought some commonly used ritual materials. Then he changed back to his original attire in the shadows and returned to the ground from the cellar of the bar.
No good luck in the black market, but in the antique shop. On the second day, Jenkins had just arrived at Dad's place and was about to clean up first. Amidst the sound of the bell, a fat woman in a bloated sweater hurriedly walked in the door.
It's still August [The Moon of Craftsmen and Rain], and this outfit is definitely not suitable for this season.
"is the boss around?"
The fat woman asked Jenkins who was holding a rag in a rough voice. Jenkins nodded hesitantly, opened the side door and called the old man from the backyard.
"Good morning, guest, may I help you?"
A standard business smile appeared on Oliver's father's face.
"Yes."
The woman nodded neatly, took out a small cloth bag from her arms and unfolded it on the counter, inside were all kinds of small badges.
"Oh~"
Jenkins, who opened the [Eye of Reality], sighed in his heart, two of the badges were actually glowing.
"How much is it worth?"
The woman asked in a hurry, speaking very fast.
"Wait, I need to get authenticated, these badges look like they belong to a different time..."
"Please quote a price, I'm in a hurry!"
The woman interrupted the father roughly, and the father frowned and looked at her.
"Sorry, ma'am, we are a professional antique store here, not a second-hand item purchase station. You must have an appraisal before you can quote, otherwise my colleagues will say that I don't play by the rules."
"Forget it!"
The fat woman grabbed the cloth bag and turned around to leave. Jenkins hesitated, then stopped her.
"please wait."
The woman looked at Jenkins suspiciously. After all, Jenkins' current image is that of a cleaner.
"3 pounds. I want to buy it as a gift for my brother. He has to go home recently."
"10 pounds!"
Women don't care what Jenkins says.
"2 pounds, I'm just interested."
"Five pounds, I want cash."
"1 pound 12 pence, if you agree, I can give you the money now."
There was a dangerous expression on the woman's face, as if she wanted to grab the porcelain bottle on the side and punch a hole in Jenkins' head. But she still pursed her lips, squinted her eyes and nodded, stepped forward and grabbed the banknotes that Jenkins was counting, stuffed the cloth bag into his arms, turned her head and left the store.
"What's the matter, how many notes are there?"
The old man just watched with a smile when the two were talking, and asked after the woman left.
"I haven't counted it clearly, but after paying the coachman's fare in the morning, there will never be more than 1 pound and 10 pence left... I wanted to take the money out of my coat pocket after I counted it."
The old man laughed, "She probably won't come back to ask you for money. This kind of person is either a thief who is eager to sell the stolen goods, or an unscrupulous professional who takes things that shouldn't be taken."
"It won't get you into trouble, will it?"
Jenkins was suddenly worried.
"Don't worry, don't worry. When Dad came to this street to open a shop, the steam pipe hadn't been laid here yet, but no one has ever been able to take advantage of me."
"Very good, very domineering."
Jenkins said in his heart.
He took the small cloth bag and walked to the counter, took out all the badges and put them on the table.
"Please take a look, Dad, I really feel that the things here are attractive to me."
The old man nodded, took out a pair of small eyes from his jacket pocket and put them in front of them, activated his ability to rub dozens of badges one by one.
After a while, he picked out one and put it aside.
"I regret giving up this business to you a little bit, this one is [Extraordinary]."
"Dad didn't notice the one with the blue light?"
Jenkins was a little surprised, and showed it on his face with other reasons.
"Really? How lucky!"
"Stinky boy, this kind of thing happened early in the morning."
The old man laughed and scolded, "Wait, let me help you take a closer look at what they can do, and you should have some items of your own in your hands. What happened last time, if Brown hadn't placed a bomb on him, we both would It's over."
"Don't you have to hand it over to the church?"
Jenkins said hesitantly.
"Our duty is mainly to monitor the 'dangerous' items circulating in the market, you understand?"
Dad said with no deep meaning.
"Understood! Understood!"
That is to say, if it is not dangerous, intercept it by yourself, as long as the church does not find out!
"Sure enough, Dad has been here for so many years, not to mention the family background, just the supernatural items in his hands, I am afraid it can surpass everyone I have ever seen."
It is not unreasonable to think so. Jenkins has learned a lot of mystic knowledge recently, and he also understands that the ability to identify items is extremely rare, and his [Eye of Reality] has never been recorded. There may not be more than three gifters in Nolan City who have the ability to directly identify items. This little old man in the antique shop played a role in the church that was definitely no less than that of a higher-level combatant.
"It's a good time to test your learning effect these days."
Taking out that badge alone, the old man pointed to the remaining badges and said:
"Now tell me what period they belong to and what their value is."
Jenkins nodded, stretched out his hand, and first picked out three relatively new ones.
"This is a modern handicraft. It should belong to a commemorative badge and is worthless."
Dad nodded slightly.
"This should be the badge awarded to low-level military nobles when the Kingdom of Cheslan was founded. I have seen it in a book. The reference price is about 10 pounds."
Dad nodded again.