Jenkins jumped down from the tree, nodded to the man in black who passed by, and walked towards Miss Bailing.
"I'm very interested in that chain ability."
Straightforward representation.
"I only accept items, no shortage of money."
Miss Bailing was not surprised, let alone asked Jenkins if there were so many blank bubbles.
"That would be difficult."
Jenkins obviously didn't expect this. Most of the extraordinary items in his hand are known to his father, so it is impossible to trade them out and reveal his identity. The fruit plate and Xinghai Medal that the old man didn't know were worth very little, and Miss Bailing would not agree.
"Then please keep it for me for now. I think few people in Nolan City would be interested in the ability to occupy three bubbles."
"No problem, if you still want to trade within three weeks, you can come to me here."
She obviously came prepared and handed Jenkins a note directly. Jenkins didn't check it immediately but put it in his pocket.
"I hope you can reveal the function of the ability a little bit."
"No problem, the three small abilities are of little use, but when combined they form an extremely powerful auxiliary ability."
"Auxiliary?"
Jenkins was a little disappointed.
"Yes, it can shield all mental damage within a certain period of time."
Leaving the cemetery with excitement, carefully avoiding patrolling police officers and drunks throwing up against the wall in the urban area, and then returning home.
Miss Bailing was really cautious, the words on the note were cut out from newspapers and glued on. It points out an alley in a slum, and Jenkins only needs to draw a symbol on the wall during the day, and Miss Bailing can appear to trade with him at night.
"I hope that there will be some gains recently. Dad's antique shop will be able to open normally tomorrow. I don't know if luck will be better."
With this in mind, he fell asleep peacefully.
Jenkins' hopes obviously failed. Nothing happened in the next few days, and he was finally able to rest for a few days.
On Thursday morning, when Jenkins arrived at Fifth Queen's Road as usual, Dad just went out and stopped the carriage that was about to leave.
"Come with me!"
He pulled Jenkins involuntarily, and jumped into the carriage in a hurry.
"Enton Town."
Quickly said to the driver.
"That's a bit far away."
The haggard coachman replied dully.
"If we can get there before lunch, I can add half of the fare."
The carriage set off immediately, and Jenkins still hadn't figured out what happened.
The old man's face was a little excited, he put the suitcase on the side, and leaned his legs on the carriage, "A few days ago, a duke in the capital of Belduran passed away. He had an idle castle locally, and the old man The duke's heir decided to put the castle up for sale. But the new buyer didn't seem willing to spend money on what was in the castle, he just wanted the house, so our business came."
"Go to the countryside to sweep goods?"
Jenkins laughed at his own strange idea, but it seemed to be the case.
"When did Dad receive this news?"
"Just now, damn it, I got up a little late today, and our colleagues should have set off too. Do you know that the local castle of Duke Francis has a history of 5 centuries, it was built during the civil strife in the kingdom, and protected the A prestigious noble family in the local area. Later, the castle was sold to the old duke several times, as his summer residence in Nolan seaside. There are no damn factories in the countryside, and the air is better. But the furniture and decorations inside are from the castle. After its completion, there has never been a historical record of large-scale sales.”
The more the father talked, the more excited he was, and he told the history of the castle at a very fast speed, and Jenkins finally understood:
"So there should be very valuable antiques inside?"
"More than that!"
The old man glanced at the corner of his mouth, showing a contemptuous expression: "The little Duke Francis, who inherited the title, was sent to supervise the sale of the castle this time, an uneducated cousin of his. I heard that the gentleman has After that, I have never set foot in the castle, and now there is an old butler in the castle, heh~ Dad's chance to make a fortune has come!"
As he spoke, he glanced at the driver who was seriously on his way, put his right hand into the inner pocket of the black old-fashioned coat, then covered a hard thing under the clothes, and handed it to Jenkins.
"A pistol again?"
Jenkins was taken aback, but did not appear to alarm the coachman.
"We are just going to buy antiques, do we need this kind of 'tool'?"
"Of course, it's necessary to be prepared. By the way, have you done what I asked you to do?"
Jenkins was taken aback for a moment before he realized what his father was talking about was a "transfer ritual".
This is a special ritual in the church's collection, which is said to change luck in a short period of time. But luck is invisible, intangible, and cannot be quantified. The church records can no longer trace the source of this ritual, so it can only be "allegedly".
There are still many rituals that can change luck, but those that can produce significant effects all require a lot of precious materials. If that's the case, Jenkins gritted his teeth and borrowed some gold pounds from his father, but the ceremony related to luck can only be held at a specific time of the year.
Jenkins had to perform the cheapest and least reliable one first, but fortunately, the record shows that this ritual has no harmful effects-other than costing some money and emptying your wallet.
Jenkins' savings have been nearly wiped out due to his recent learning of new rituals. While he was looking forward to the hot sale of the already printed "Story Collection of Stranger", he also hoped that there would be money in the rewards given to him by the Holy See in the capital.
That rainy night, he threw out his two poor-quality explosion charms but it was useless. Therefore, there are no long-range attack items in my hand for the time being. Although my father taught me some dangerous items in his personal collection, whether it is the [Bone of the Drowning] with a shelf life of only one day or the cheaper [Micro-Effect Frost] Enchanting], he did not collect enough materials.
Dad said that he has all these materials, but qualified bestowers must learn to collect items by themselves.
The carriage left the city limits, and the smog shrouded in the sky also eased a little. The coachman finally managed to get the extra fare from his father.
When Jenkins followed his father to the road outside the town with his suitcase, the coachman took off his hat and bowed to them.
The building known as Wien Castle is next to the town, and you can see the spire of the castle within a ten-minute walk.
Jenkins originally thought it was just a larger country house, but he didn't expect it to be a castle.