The warmth and sweetness in the candy store made people happy, and even Jenkins, who met the numbered creature again, didn't feel the tension he should have.
The human figure in front of him seemed to have a good temper, even if he didn't change his abilities, Jenkins would not let him slip away.
"Why don't you tell me, what can I exchange for these two sin coins?"
The cat's eyes moved up and down as Jenkins tossed the coin, looked for a moment, then looked at the pocket of the man Jenkins was talking to.
"I only have a few candies in hand, but I occasionally add some 'surprises' to the candies I send out. I think you will be interested in these surprises."
As he said that, he casually picked up a gray bag that was thrown there like garbage from the corner. The bag was dirty, and there was even a black flannel patch on it.
"Look!"
He shook the object up and down so that Jenkins could hear the candy clinking inside.
"You can describe your needs to me, and I will try my best to find suitable candies for you within the price range of two Blasphemy Seeds. If you don't need such customization, then a sin coin can let you buy Take a candy in your pocket, but I'll only explain the effect after you pick it."
His eyes glanced at the cat on Jenkins' shoulder, and his pupils shrank sharply, but the expression on his face did not change:
"Ah, you don't need to worry about being deceived, an existence like ours also needs to abide by strict rules."
"I see."
Jenkins is not worried about this, and he has also summarized some limitations in this regard.
"I need a brand new ability bubble."
"Sorry, the price of two Seeds of Blasphemy may not be enough, but if you have two Joy Seeds, we can talk about it in detail."
Jenkins doesn't have that kind of thing.
"Is there anything else I need?"
He asked himself, thinking about the things he needed to face recently:
"So, you don't have the kind of candy that, even if you stand in front of the righteous god, He can't find the abnormal candy on me after eating it?"
The man standing in front of Jenkins looked at him suspiciously:
"Guest, are you kidding me?"
Jenkins also felt that this request was a little too much. He looked down at the coins in his hand, twisted one with his left hand, and handed it to the man holding the bag:
"Then I'll just exchange for a candy at will, and hope that the Hermit of Destiny will favor me."
Taking the coin, the man shrugged and opened his pocket to Jenkins. The candy store was brightly lit by gas lamps and candles, but Jenkins couldn't see the contents of his pockets.
He leaned forward and stretched his hand in, groping among some hard candies that were obviously wrapped in thin sugar paper, and then took out a large piece of candy. The appearance is unremarkable, and the candy paper feels a little rough.
"Oh, this is it~"
The man gave an exaggerated smile,
"Congratulations!"
As he spoke, he reached out his hand to take out a colored paper cannon from that pocket, and with a light pull, the flying pieces of colored paper floated down from the air like snowflakes.
Jenkins reached out and stroked the pieces of colored paper that fell on his hair. He was really not used to getting along with such people.
"What's the use of this candy?"
"It's actually a funny prank candy. Look, doesn't it look like a mouse?"
No, it's not like it at all, it's just a piece of sugar with an irregular surface.
"Whoever eats it will be permanently transformed into a mouse. Please believe me, it must be permanent, unless the great gods will intervene in such a trivial matter."
Speaking very dangerous words, the smile on his face, which was as hot as the summer wind, did not change, which made Jenkins feel very weird.
"Is it useful for all creatures?"
he asked, stuffing the candy bar into his side pocket. The reason why he didn't put it in the inner breast pocket was because he was worried that the chocolate would be accidentally eaten while hiding in it. He didn't want his cat to become a big mouse.
"It is effective for most creatures. I know what you want to ask, even if the divine creatures over there in the factory eat it, they won't have any reaction."
He stretched out his right index finger and shook Jenkins, and his other hand danced in different directions like a butterfly on a string of flowers, presenting candies to the lucky ones.
"Worth a sin coin?"
Jenkins asked himself, but did not easily come to the conclusion that this kind of item can only show specific value when it is actually used.
There is still a sin coin in his hand, he doesn't intend to stay or try candy again. After thinking for a while, he tossed the small round coin to the man standing opposite:
"Since you can distribute candy and present luck, can you directly add luck to people?"
"Of course, I understand what you mean."
He fiddled with the coins, threw his pocket aside with the other hand, and pointed his index finger at Jenkins' forehead...and then suddenly moved down, after all, it had been blessed there.
Pointing to Jenkins' heart, as a warm current flowed from that part to all parts of the body, an indescribable sense of comfort filled his heart. Jenkins couldn't help shivering, almost knocking the chocolate off his shoulders.
"It's difficult to quantify the effect of the one-month weak luck blessing, but you should be able to feel the effect of the blessing."
A young man posing as a clerk in a candy store claims to be leaving soon after the transaction is over, claiming to be delivering luck elsewhere. But before he left, Jenkins also asked him for some "lucky candy".
"I spent two sin coins with you, you won't even agree to this request?"
"Of course, I'm not a stingy person."
As he spoke, he pointed at Jenkins, and all his pockets were immediately filled with sugar.
"But I think you should also understand that greed for luck can only lead to disaster."
Jenkins is well aware of this, and he's coming for the candies just to save money on candy for the kids.
When seeing Miss Magic on the roof, Jenkins also threw one to her as a gift for the end of the year. Although the woman was puzzled, she still thanked softly, peeled off the candy wrapper and put the candy into her mouth.
She seemed to trust Jenkins.
This is the top of a three-story apartment building near the banks of the Rhone. The building has external stairs, so it is not too difficult to walk up. Looking far away, the excitement of the upcoming festival is everywhere within the reach of the field of vision. Even ordinary workers who have worked all day have smiles that are rarely seen on weekdays.
The bell from the bell tower in the distance rang, and the end of the year was really getting closer.