And the golden ring on the index finger of the right hand, after the golden statue was fully formed, suddenly slipped from the pure gold finger and rolled to the ground.
It didn't stop at the side, but used its own shape strangely, looking for gaps and rolling among the gold all over the ground.
Gulu Gulu~
In the end, he rolled straight into the white light that was about to disappear.
The cold air flows into the body from behind, Jenkins supported his knees, and finally returned to reality.
He opened his eyes and looked around. The professor was beside him, and he also had a pale expression that wanted to vomit. The statue of Papa no longer exudes a golden luster because the basement has no light.
"Why are you still here?"
The professor was shocked. After coming out of the strange place, generally speaking, they would randomly appear in a safe place within three kilometers of the entrance of the strange place, but the two of them were obviously still in the basement.
"Since it's here, it means it's safe now."
Jenkins replied that although the basement was still cold, it no longer felt the feeling of being watched all the time.
He squinted his eyes and looked at the golden statue of his father, only to see that the black at his waist, which was deeper than the basement, suddenly trembled, and the golden statue instantly turned into a filthy black.
In a trance, there seemed to be tens of thousands of pairs of eyes opened from the black body of the old man, which seemed to contain the knowledge of the whole world, and contained all the mysterious eyes silently staring at Jenkins.
He was startled, subconsciously stepped back, and then tripped over something and fell to the ground.
The old man's body gradually returned to flesh color, and he turned his neck stiffly, looking like a stiff neck.
Professor Burns watched the whole process, but he didn't seem to see those strange eyes that Jenkins saw.
"Why did you fall down, are you okay?"
Dad asked concerned.
"fine."
He patted his head and sat up. He couldn't say that his eyes saw too many things, and he got caught accidentally.
As soon as the hand touched the head, there was something wrong with the touch, and there seemed to be something extra on the fingers.
Jenkins rubbed his thumb over his index finger, which appeared to be a ring. He was stunned for a moment, but didn't say anything, but hid his fingers in his pocket.
"I have an item I got a long time ago, which can help me fall into a state of suspended animation, but unfortunately it is a one-off."
The old man explained to the two what happened just now, and the professor nodded without asking further questions. In Jenkins' eyes, the black color of Dad's waist pocket was still there.
He didn't debunk it, and he realized that maybe even Dad didn't know the horror of the thing.
"Thanks."
The old man looked into Jenkins' eyes and said seriously.
"You're welcome... This kind of conversation is kind of disgusting."
He got another slap on the head from Dad.
The three walked out of the basement with each other's support. Although the manservant at the door was strange, he didn't ask what happened.
Dad found a quiet place, and used the triangular piece of paper he used last time to pass on the things here to the church.
"Luck is really good, you all survived."
He lamented to Jenkins and the professor that he didn't know what was going on around him during his suspended animation.
"Yeah, thanks to the fact that I usually read a lot of miscellaneous books, those math problems are all from the books." Jenkins grinned, "I got a lot of spirits this time, plus the grain that can turn things into gold Gold particles, this time it is a big profit."
He looked at the professor, motioned for Dad to say something, and tried to fool the few math problems at the same time.
Professor Burns didn't realize, or deliberately ignored the source of those apparently ordinary but terribly frightening math problems. He knew who saved him.
Is it true that people can passively increase their intelligence and social attributes after living for a long time
"We are actually the givers who belong to the church."
The old man said to the professor, the professor was taken aback for a moment, then touched his pocket unconsciously, then nodded with a wry smile.
"I can guess."
"Then have you heard of the registration law?"
"I know... But, the reason why I became the bestower was that I was guided by an unknown existence in my dream. I know that it is definitely not a sage, but it should also be a great existence. Because I am worried that I will be considered to deviate from my beliefs, or I was considered a believer of evil gods, that's why I... "
"Then do you still believe in the inheritance sage?"
Dad asked seriously.
"Of course!"
Professor Burns' voice suddenly became louder.
"The sage is my lifelong belief, and this will never change!"
"That's fine."
Dad smiled and waved his hand, signaling him to relax.
"The church has a special test method to test a person's faith. Please rest assured. After this incident, because of the strange situation, it will be reported to the church, so I hope you can register with the church, otherwise..."
"Okay, as long as the church still recognizes me as a believer in the sage, there is no problem at all!"
Professor Burns laughed easily, but Jenkins didn't know whether it was a play or real.
"Maybe there really are such devout believers in this world?"
Jenkins, who considers himself religious, thought so.
The three of them didn't dare to stay in the castle anymore, anyway, the old man had already passed on the matter here to the church. The three of them greeted the old butler at the gate of the castle, and agreed to hire a car to pull things tomorrow, and then quickly left here under the suspicious eyes of the old butler.
No one noticed that a black and white kitten was poking its head in the woods near the castle. It wagged its tail slightly and followed behind the three of them.
Jenkins was exhausted by what happened in the strange world. Sitting in the car with his father and the professor, he took out his pocket watch to check what time it was, but found that the pocket watch was not turning.
"Did it break when you fell down just now?"
He guessed helplessly, touched the few pounds left in his pocket, and said to his father, "I'll get out of the car in a while and find a place to repair the pocket watch. It was given to me by John."
Dad nodded, who was talking quietly with the professor, who was asking about the impact on life after registration.
"By the way, is your book going on sale today? It's at the Nesser Burrow United Bookstore on Sophistu Avenue?"
Jenkins counted the days in his mind, and what Mr. Brow said seemed to be today:
"Yes, there are dozens of copies ordered by other booksellers, but the quantity is very small."
"Are you a writer too?"
Professor Burns held his hat and asked curiously. The carriage bumped just now, and his black hat was tilted to one side.
"Just a book of fairy tales."
Jenkins was a little embarrassed. Although he had adapted it in line with the characteristics of this world, most of the ideas were copied after all.