"listen."
The old man remembered something, turned around and said to Jenkins:
"I may see some colleagues in a while. Some of them are also givers, but they are not registered. Don't make a fuss and follow me quietly."
Jenkins nodded quickly. In this world with weird supernatural factors, no one knows what will be dug out of the ground. Anyone who can open an antique shop must have some skills, or at least know some occult knowledge, otherwise It was already cold.
An old man wearing black leather shoes and a tuxedo was standing in the shade at the gate of the castle, but he didn't greet his father and Jenkins as they approached.
The old man exchanged a few words with him and briefly explained his identity. The old man nodded and let them in.
"Is that the so-called housekeeper?"
After entering the castle, Jenkins asked in a low voice.
This was the first time he had seen someone with such a profession. Although the William family had some money, they were not qualified to hire a housekeeper. Only real nobles, or industrial factory owners can have this qualification. Because you need at least one real estate with a decent size, otherwise it is useless to have a housekeeper.
Although the housekeeper just now was not arrogant, his attitude towards the two of them was not very friendly.
"Yes, oh, it's short Stuart who just came around the corner, and he got there earlier than I did!"
Dad didn't care about the housekeeper or anything like that, pulling Jenkins was like walking around a castle.
He seemed to have investigated the structure of the castle and the areas open to the public this time beforehand, so he knew which places could be entered and which places were worth entering without looking for them.
During the period, the two also met some colleagues, including but not limited to illegal antique dealers, university professors, shop owners and peripheral personnel of auction houses.
None of them were younger than 40, and most, in Jenkins' view, were givers.
"I have a bad feeling."
He thought silently in his heart, but because he had no evidence, he couldn't persuade his father to leave this place that seemed right and wrong at first glance.
"Dad, are there any legends around here? For example, haunted houses, dragons falling from the sky, or the treasure of the brave?"
"I've never heard of it. There have been some rumors of ghosts in the city recently, but there has never been one here... Enton Town is so close to the downtown area of Nolan City. The church and the police have checked it countless times. Usually, you should read less knight novels and read more historical materials I selected for you."
The old man hated iron and said that Jenkins had no choice but to give up his attempt.
There were indeed some valuable items in the castle. A few servants who were hired temporarily, or who followed the prodigal son from the capital, were scattered in the castle to introduce the prices of the items to everyone.
But there is obviously a problem with this estimate, because after hearing the price, the father never hesitated, and asked the servants to put stickers with his name on them, which meant that this item was reserved by Oliver's father.
"What will happen to these things if they can't be sold?"
Walking in the deep castle corridor, Jenkins asked.
"First, the antique dealers choose, and then the furniture dealers. After all, these are things used by the nobles, and those nouveau riche who got rich overnight are still very willing to buy them back for decoration."
Dad was familiar with this, because upstarts would also come to his antique shop and buy old-looking, historic antiques to keep in their homes. Pop guarantees that those are real antiques, but not that they haven't raised the price.
Jenkins also opened his [Eye of Reality] to scan around with the mentality of picking up cheap, but all the things that were publicly sold were ordinary things, which made him a little disappointed.
Going down from the tower on the left side of the castle, the two came to the underground warehouse all the way. Castles of this size usually have this kind of structure. I heard that this place used to be a dungeon, but after the kingdom cracked down on the abuse of lynching, it was transformed into a cellar.
"a little cold."
As soon as he stepped through the double oak doors, Jenkins shivered.
"There may be something unclean."
The old man said indifferently, "What are you afraid of? This kind of place is not used often, and people often died in the past. The yin here is still thin, so just don't stay for a long time."
"There's no real ghost, is there?"
Jenkins was afraid that his father would laugh at him, so he could only think about it in his heart. He put his hands in his pockets, expecting the pistol his dad had given him, with a special type of bullet in it.
There are three other men in the warehouse who have already arrived, namely Professor Burns whom I just met, Mr. Saunders from the Goldbird Auction House, and fat Chewell who is also an antique dealer.
His store was in Sabine, where the Williamettes lived, and it was Papa's business.
"It's all rubbish."
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Chewell turned around and shrugged at his father, then complained: "I thought there would be good things in the noble castle, but I didn't expect the underground warehouse to be full of these damaged tables, chairs and benches."
"Didn't you go inside, I see that the underground area is huge."
"Yes, after all, it was transformed from a dungeon. I heard that a hundred years ago, many farmers who did not pay their taxes on time were imprisoned here. I saw a pool of very faint blood stains in the corner of the wall just now. God knows what it is."
It was Mr. Saunders, in a khaki safari suit and brown hat, who looked more like Jenkins' imaginary detective than an auction house employee.
The five men / stood together and talked for a while, greeted the male servant guarding the door of the basement, asked for five oil lamps, and walked into the depths of the basement together.
"It's really big."
Jenkins is the youngest, has no right to speak here, and has remained silent. On the way here, Dad introduced the overly large underground structure here. The previous owner, Duke Francis Sr., only used it in the summer, so the basement was completely unnecessary. For the sake of cost saving, he did not install steam pipes, so the underground can only be illuminated by external light sources.
As they walked forward, the five of them looked at the furniture that was left here by the castle owner in various eras. Most of them have lost their former luster, but there are occasional unexpected gains.
"I felt something tap me."
Fatty Chewell muttered in dissatisfaction, and the others were taken aback because there was no one around him.
Jenkins' eyes can't see things like evil spirits at a long distance, because the spirit body contains too few spirits, and his eyes can't distinguish such a thin color. Perhaps this situation can be changed after the Bestower's level is raised again.
"Illusion?"
Seeing that no one paid attention to him, Chewell shook the oil lamp in his hand up and down without paying attention.
PS: I have revised a detail in the previous chapter. Miss Bailing did not mention the three colors of the chain ability, so I declare it here.