The words on the note were the same as what the two discussed yesterday, so Jenkins was not too surprised after reading it. He put the chocolate on the table, and the cat ran neatly to the cushion that belonged to it. It walked up gracefully and wanted to lie down, but it probably hadn't been used for a long time, and the mat was obviously not soft enough, so it walked down and patted the center of the mat with its paws, and then sat down satisfactorily.
Even though Papa is away today, Jenkins still gets water to clean the store as usual. It's just that he can no longer rely on copying those tadpole texts to accumulate spirits, after all, he has already reached the fourth level.
But the good news is that he now has a full five blank bubbles, and Jenkins has planned to apply to the church to learn [Blessing of Knowledge] after returning from the trip. The study of divine arts requires complicated conditions, but this is not a problem for a large diocese like Nolan City.
Thinking of abilities, I naturally thought of [Phantom of Reality]. In the turmoil that lasted for a month, every force seemed to be very close to it, but in the end when everything was settled, no one really got it.
Maybe the Protoss is right, and the deliberate suitor ends up getting nothing. Fate has already appointed its owner, and everything else has been done in vain.
"But no matter what, at least that ability won't trouble me anymore. After all, I'm going to travel tomorrow, and there are less than 16 hours left today."
Jenkins currently knows some information, such as the need for the help of a god with a specific priesthood, such as the need for the shadowless lamp, but this information is not enough to trigger the [Unknown Way Ahead] to guide the direction.
He took the lamp with him when he went out today, and planned to send it to the church for safekeeping. There is no need to take this thing to occupy the position of the suitcase when going out, but it is not at ease to stay at home.
"What is the purpose of this lamp? It can't be to write the information on the bottom of the lamp holder, can it?"
He was thinking wildly, and the cat almost exploded in fright.
The cat flicking the Life Orb back and forth paused for a moment, looking at Jenkins' busy back. But soon it looked away from the man and turned to look at the painting on the counter.
"Speaking of which, I seem to have forgotten to ask whether the chef in that villa will prepare cat food."
Jenkins mused to himself, and the chocolate immediately took his attention away from the inedible painting.
The Mrs. Scarlett came to the antique shop just before nine o'clock, and she came on foot, not in a carriage. When I opened the store door and saw the painting on the counter, tears of sorrow immediately filled my eyes.
Jenkins thought she was thinking about her husband who died ten years ago, so it was not surprising.
"Hello, my father has something to go out temporarily, let me deliver the painting to you for him. Thank you for your trust in the antique shop. Over the past ten years, this painting has helped us a lot."
"It's nothing, and I thank Mr. Oliver for keeping the painting so well."
While speaking, she had already walked to the counter and stretched out her hand to press the canvas. The sentimental and sad mood almost infected Jenkins on the side.
"It's been ten years and they still love each other so much. This must be a very loving couple."
Jenkins appreciates such a long-lasting love.
Before the handover, the woman needed to check the oil painting for one last time to see if there was any damage. After tearing off the canvas, Jenkins saw that the content of the oil painting was a man sitting on a chair.
He looked very depressed, although his clothes were neatly dressed and his hair was straight, but the painter used a very superb technique to give him a pair of world-weary light blue eyes. The pair of eyes raised the artistic value of this painting to an astonishing level, which is why Dad regarded it as the treasure of his shop.
The man in the painting was about the same age as Mrs. Scarlett now, but he was certainly not Mr. Scarlett. The age of the painting is close to three figures, and the man in the painting lived in an even older era.
The most unusual thing about this painting is that, except for the man in the painting, the entire canvas is painted black. It's like a man living in a small, dark space, which better brings out his lifeless eyes.
Whether it was an illusion or not, Jenkins even observed the man sighing for a moment.
He admired the artist's amazing skills, but unfortunately the artist did not leave his name in the painting. Even my father doesn't know who the creator of this painting is. According to common sense, a painter who can create such a work should not be easily submerged in the trend of history.
"No problem, it is indeed my painting. You have preserved it very well, and Mr. Oliver is a trustworthy man."
Mrs. Scarlet said in a low voice, reaching out her hand to touch the face of the man in the painting with some nostalgia.
But separated by a layer of picture frames, all she touched was the cold glass plate. Jenkins suddenly felt a little awkward, and the woman's attitude seemed a little strange.
The last time she came, it was confirmed that this was an ordinary person, but Jenkins opened the [Eye of Reality] again to be cautious.
What he saw shocked Jenkins, and he saw that the painting and the woman all had the same brightness of divine magic aura.
"Um?"
Before he could react, the sad woman took her hand away from the frame and asked softly:
"Can I take it with me?"
As her hand leaves the painting, the aura of the woman disappears, while the aura of the painting remains.
"Well... oh, please wait a little longer. Dad said that in order to thank you for your trust for so many years, he will give you a gift, and I will give it to you now."
"Is that so? That's a great thanks to Mr. Oliver."
She thanked him softly, and touched the man in the painting with her fingers again, and a spiritual light emerged from his body again.
"What's happening here?"
Jenkins still hasn't figured out what's going on.
What he said just now was naturally false, he just wanted to delay some time to figure out the secret of the woman. Before that, he didn't feel anything wrong with Mrs. Scarlett, she was obviously an ordinary person.
With this in mind, I tiptoed to pull the cardboard boxes on the container, trying to find something that I could give away at will. But his luck was too bad, the cartons he pulled down contained the hanging ornaments used at the end of the year. It was obvious that Pop had received them here, and Jenkins thought they were some dinner plates.
Just when Jenkins was considering whether to use the power of lies, the woman who had been observing his actions took the initiative to speak:
"You are the Giver, aren't you?"
"Huh? Oh? I mean, what is the bestower?"
He turned around with an embarrassed smile, pretending to be clumsy on purpose.