Of course, if only in terms of weight, the price of the same weight of [mental blocking metal] is about the same as the price of dragon blood with a concentration of more than 80%, which is something poor Jenkins can only dream of.
Even if his status as a writer has improved.
Looking at the chocolate licking the milk brought by Jenkins, he suddenly felt that he was not as good as a cat.
The family were taken aback by going home that night with over two hundred pounds in cash. Seeing this situation, Mary Williams knew that she could not stop Jenkins' plan to move out. She cried and held him for a long time, but finally she could only accept it.
She gave Jenkins a lot of advice on where to relocate. As a woman who grew up in Nolan, she knew the city best in her family.
Robert Williams asked Jenkins what he would use the money for, and the deposit for the apartment was not so much.
"I plan to store it in the church. After all, although Mr. Traveler's bank has higher interest rates, it is better to have insurance in the church."
"This is good."
Old William nodded, "But you can also consider some small investments or loans. There are many industrial companies that absorb cash. The Nolan-Pasadena Consolidated Railroad Company has recently raised funds. If you are interested, I can give you some advice on this... ”
But Jenkins just wants to keep the money in his own hands, and there are still many things he lacks now.
The three days of Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday were very peaceful. It was almost the end of the month, and the father was hurrying to make up the report. He threatened Jenkins to study quickly so that he could take over his job.
The whisper Jenkins heard at the end of last month has never been forgotten. He compared it later and found that even during the time when he was exposed to the divinity of the evil god, the mental damage he suffered was not as strong as the whisper. It didn't matter that he had some bold guesses.
Captain Bincy hasn't asked Jenkins for help since the rainy night incident. I don't know if the number of injuries requiring treatment has decreased, or he has found a new healing ability owner.
On Thursday evening, Jenkins finished his day's study and work at Papa's place, stretched his waist and walked on the street. Kitten Chocolate stood at the door of the store and watched him leave.
"That is, Mr. Barnard?"
Jenkins was taken aback. Wasn't the man walking in front the man who saved his life from the octopus tentacles on the day he crossed over
He later tried to thank Mr. Barnard, but found he had no idea how to contact him. Pop hadn't seen the gentleman, Captain Bincy might have known, but Jenkins always forgot to ask him.
Because of their special identities, it was impossible for Jenkins to say hello loudly on the street, so he followed him far away.
Soon, Barnard, who was in a hurry, left the alley and got into the narrow alley between two stone walls with a newspaper. He stepped on the sewage at the entrance of the alley with his right foot in black boots, splashing the mud on the legs of the yellow-faced woman who passed by with a vegetable basket.
The woman looked helplessly at the man's disappearing figure, and didn't dare to complain.
Jenkins immediately followed.
"Mr. Barnard!"
Seeing no one around in the alley, Jenkins shouted. Today's air is particularly bad, even if it is less than a hundred meters away, Barnard's figure is still a bit blurred.
He obviously heard it, and the advancing figure paused, then turned around.
And it was him, the same look, in a brown leather jacket and a yellow hat trimmed with black ribbon.
"Oh, it's you, long time no see."
He said that Jenkins couldn't see his specific expression from such a distance.
"Hello, sir, I haven't had time to thank you for the incident last time, thank you very much!"
"It's okay, I don't care."
The man replied like this, and then he didn't care what Jenkins wanted to say, and asked in a stiff and stern voice: "Is there anything else?"
"Um?"
Jenkins was taken aback, "Oh, yes, Barnard may be on a mission", he thought so, and said apologetically:
"It's all right, then goodbye, sir."
"goodbye."
Barnard turned around and hurriedly disappeared around the corner ahead.
"It's kind of weird."
Jenkins walked back to the main road while thinking, stretched out his hand to stop the passing carriage, "Privet Drive", and quickly put the matter behind him.
On Friday, Jenkins saw Miss Michael again in Papa's.
She brought a beautiful teapot to ask Dad to help identify the exact year. Jenkins glanced at it, but there was no inspiration.
"I heard that Mr. Williams is looking for an apartment recently?"
While Papa was working with his gloves on, Miss Mihail told Jenkins boredly that the latter was reading a historical monograph called "Eight Hundred Years of Records: From 1000 to 1800".
I didn't see Miss Hesha today, but the carriage outside the door was still the one with the family crest painted on it, so Jenkins guessed that the family crest belonged to the Mihail family.
"Yes."
Jenkins nodded without taking his eyes off the book. It's rude to do that, but Dad wants him to finish the book by the end of the week, and it's 90/312.
Miss Mihail didn't care either, she told the two young maids who followed into the store not to stand so close, and then boredly looked at the furnishings in the antique store.
"My friend Baron Leonard wants to sell a house. It's in the city of Nolan, not far from here. Do you need me to introduce you?"
she asked.
Jenkins took his eyes off his book.
"Sorry, I'm afraid my budget is not enough to buy a whole house."
He smiled wryly, originally he wanted to ask her if she had any friends who were renting an apartment, but as this noble girl, I am afraid she would not know such a person.
"how much money you have?"
She asked directly without hesitation, with an expression of interest on her face.
With reddish lips, shiny eyelashes, and fair cheeks, she was the prettiest girl Jenkins had ever known.
"200 pounds."
Jenkins hesitated, then replied, always keep some money in hand.
"That's enough."
Britney Michel replied, "We are friends. If you really want to buy it, Baron Leonard should be able to sell it to you for less than 230 pounds for my sake."
"How can it be so low?"
Jenkins has been concerned about the rent recently, so he naturally knows the house price. Although this is not the core area of Nolan City, it is close to the wharf and the housing prices are very high. And Miss Mihail's description just now was "a house", I am afraid it is not a place like a one-room apartment on the first floor.