Mihail was a little surprised to hear this, but the smile on his face was still bright.
"That's my slip of the tongue. I didn't expect a man to be able to take care of himself so well."
As she spoke, she took out a ruby from her pocket and put it on the table, nodded slightly to the two people in the store, and then pulled Hathaway towards the door of the store.
jingle~
The door was closed again, the red-haired girl turned her head, gave Jenkins an apologetic look, and was pulled by Hathaway back into the carriage.
"She's still a little embarrassed, otherwise she wouldn't have left in such a hurry."
Jenkins froze and said.
"Yes."
Dad picked up the gemstone on the wooden counter, looking interested.
"Is it my illusion?"
Jenkins didn't care about the value of the gem at all, but looked at the door of the store with some incomprehension:
"Did those two just now..."
"Yes."
"Eh?"
Jenkins looked at his father, and the old man shrugged: "I just found out by accident recently. Neither Britney Michelle nor Hathaway Hertha will inherit the titles of their respective families, so as long as they don't mix with men before marriage, Don't let everyone know about your little hobbies. Whatever they want, it's useless if the family interferes... Nobles, it's normal to be perverted. I also heard that a certain baron likes to prostitute... "
"Okay, okay, I'm not interested in knowing!"
Jenkins held out his hand in surrender.
Seeing that he was still looking at the door of the store, the old man lazily moved his eyes away from the ruby, "Why, are you interested in her? This may be a bit difficult. You haven't been in love yet, have you? Dad will help you introduce one, and I won’t give gifts when I get married.”
"no no."
Jenkins shook his head quickly, but his face flushed a little, "It just feels weird."
He still didn't say the second half of the sentence in his heart. Miss Michel is indeed a completely ordinary person as her father said, but since she is looking for a way to become a gifter, she will definitely not know the "good friend" around her. "It's a level 2 bestower.
Moreover, the color of the dots of light in front of her looks familiar, doesn't it
"Forget it, what does it have to do with me?"
Jenkins shook his head, putting the matter behind him for now.
He looked at his father: "Is this ruby worth anything?"
"It's very pure. It's about a 20% premium to exchange for your medal. Keep it. Many ceremonies require this kind of pure gem powder. This kind of purity is not easy to get."
With a throw of his right hand, the ruby arced through the air and fell towards Jenkins. Jenkins caught it in a hurry, feeling a little warmth on the ruby.
"That's the temperature of my palm, not that of the noble daughter just now, so don't think too much about it."
At this moment, Dad saw through Jenkins' thoughts as if he had mastered the ability to read minds.
Although the expected gold pound was not received, the ruby also looked very beautiful. After bidding farewell to his father in the evening, Jenkins did not go home in the carriage, but went to the Nesser Bro United Bookstore on Sophisto Avenue.
After paying the fare, Jenkins tidied up his clothes and walked slowly to the bookstore.
The literacy rate in this era is very low, and today is a working day, and the mandatory off-duty time stipulated by the Kingdom's law has not yet arrived, so there are very few people in the store.
Unlike the blooming flowers on the earth, there are not many books that can be published here, so the store is not a row of bookshelves as imagined, but a simple wooden table on four walls.
Take a deep breath.
"Ha, the smell of ink."
Jenkins prayed to the sage in his heart, looked left and right, and easily saw his own book—because the style of the book cover was very different.
Walking to the front of the book, according to visual inspection, there should be less than ten copies sold today. Jenkins smiled bitterly, picked up one book after hesitation, took out a few banknotes from his pocket, and called the waiter in the store to check out.
As he said jokingly with his father in the store, he is really looking forward to the rapid popularity of his "Stories of Stranger Stories". It's not a need for money, it's just a psychological expectation for recognition.
"Is my writing really that bad? Or is the audience for fairy tale books too small?"
Jenkins paced down the street with a book in distress, first took the repaired clock from the watchmaker, and paid the final payment of 13 shillings. Then he turned around the imposing bank in front of the door, with the holy emblem of "The Untraceable Traveler" engraved on the white stone pillar in front of the door, and turned to another street in the smog that enveloped the entire city.
He was thinking about this matter so seriously that he didn't notice the more and more eerie sound of gears turning around the watchmaker.
On the other side he didn't know, Mr. Grant, the old painter, was holding the book of Jenkins, introducing this new style of painting to his painting students; Bourne, who had signed a contract with the church and conducted strict inspections With a big smile on his face, Professor Si strode away from the half-burned church, greeted the carriages on the street, and returned to the college with the new book his father gave him.
(Dividing line)
If it is not possible to get a large amount of salary every week, Jenkins' cash on hand will really bottom out.
His relocation plan is still on hold, and the remittance from Mr. Burrow will not be available until the third week after the publication of "Strange Tale", and Jenkins has recently felt more and more that he lives with his family and spends his time every day. Almost restricted to death.
Although the time agreed with the huntress hadn't arrived yet, he still found time to go to the black market during his half-day vacation this week.
Jenkins hoped to buy an affordable supernatural item at a cheap price in order to complete the deal with Miss Bailing. The worsening luck recently made him more eager to improve himself.
As for the grain of gold brought out from the Paradise, Jenkins hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to store it first and keep it for other purposes in the future.
Like last time, after paying a toll to the bartender at the bar, Jenkins walked through the cellar entrance into the black market sewer with his mask on.
It is still so dim here, with a faint stench in the air, and only a few sellers have bits and pieces of light in front of them.
Jenkins passed the lit candles one by one with the shadow on one side. There was indeed a lot of light, but he still could only look at it.
"The requiem charm is so expensive?"
He stopped in surprise in front of a thin figure sitting cross-legged. The seller put all the materials and items he sold on the ground and marked the price with paper tags. Among them, the price of the Requiem Charm is three times what I saw the last time I came here.