"Let's not mention the matter of becoming a mouse... how about the earthquake last night? I haven't heard the latest news yet."
Jenkins didn't want to recall the experience of being played with by the cat's paw, which was more than just humiliating. Being bullied by the kitten Chocolate makes him feel that his dignity has been hurt.
"The loss is heavy. Nolan City hasn't had such a strong earthquake for many years."
The professor shook his head as he spoke, not noticing Jenkins' subtle emotions:
"But it is obviously not a natural earthquake. The intensity of the earthquake felt in the mines in the west of the city and the earthquake center is very different. It is a pity that our city does not have a church of [Mother Earth], otherwise it would be very convenient to determine what happened underground. What happened... I remember last year, you brought back the clues of the [Gear Craftsman Association], maybe they are underground... "
Jenkins guessed the same way. According to the sealed item underground, it was obvious that a group of people were digging something. But judging from the position at that time, the place deeper than that can only be the benefactors of the Craftsman Association.
The sealed human face kindly reminded him of the danger afterwards. It was right, being an Inhuman had saved Jenkins' life, and if the tunnel hadn't collapsed, Jenkins would have really wanted to talk to it again. That person must know more about what Jenkins is interested in.
"Speaking of which, it seems that there are too many people who are proficient in prophecy recently. Mr. Pisco really didn't leave any funds for my return trip. It turned out that he knew that I would go back in a 'cat carriage'."
He thought to himself, and then asked:
"So, what exactly is Nolan underground?"
"I don't know, the history of this era is not recorded, and the history before the era is ambiguous."
The professor shrugged, looked at Jenkins, and turned the spoon regularly in the bowl:
"But if there is something, it must be thousands or even tens of thousands of years ago. It's scary to think about it. Who knows what it is?"
Miss Magic also mentioned something about the underground seal. She believes that the underground mines are the shallow part of the seal, and the deeper seal has not even been discovered.
It is not the first time that craftsmen have created an earthquake for the sealed artifacts deep underground. I believe that the church will start to investigate after solving the urgent needs of the undead.
"I also heard that you were shot in a town in the suburbs last week? This should be taken seriously."
"Oh, it's okay, I just heard gunshots in the distance."
Jenkins replied absent-mindedly, "I just had bad luck."
"Fate always treats everyone equally, so it is normal to encounter bad luck occasionally. If you always encounter good luck, then there are only two possibilities."
"Which two possibilities?"
Jenkins asked.
He knew that if he didn't ask this sentence at this time, the professor would feel very embarrassed.
"First, fate will prepare a dead end for him/her on the road ahead; second, he is the protagonist on the stage, not a person in reality."
"The protagonist of the stage?"
"Yes, good luck always accompanies the main character on the stage, no matter how much fate's goodwill is wasted, it will always have a good ending in the end."
When the professor said this, he couldn't help shaking his head:
"Miracles always come to the protagonist on the stage, but miracles don't always come to reality. This is the difference between the stage and life. Young people nowadays always read a few knight novels and think that they can also be like the one in the story. They are the same as our heroes. They never think about it, if it really comes to the age of heroes, it means that the whole continent is in chaos."
At this point, the professor couldn't help but start complaining to Jenkins about his students. Now knight novels and court novels are very popular, largely because the improvement of material level has driven spiritual needs. From this point of view, Jenkins is also a beneficiary.
But teachers regard those time-wasting books as the enemy. After all, interest and obsession are two different things, and students' bounden duty is to learn.
"I'm definitely not complaining about your new book."
The professor did not forget to explain this:
"But young people shouldn't be obsessed with those things, they have more to do. I've read your book, it's very interesting, and I agree with the discussion about the relationship between the extraordinary and the mundane."
"Professor, do many of your students read my book?"
"Of course, when it comes to this, I have to... I'm not complaining, but those who dare to read novels in my class will lose 10 points in the final paper!"
It's a severe punishment, and Jenkins remembers the harrowing experience of teaching the few students who failed in last year's exam season.
The two chatted for a while, and Professor Burns suddenly asked Jenkins if he had anything to do in the afternoon. He was going to attend an interesting auction in the afternoon, and the Department of Archeology took a fancy to one of the lots. But it is always boring to participate in that kind of activity by myself. Colleagues have classes, and bringing those restless young people will only cause more headaches, so I thought of inviting Jenkins.
"Of course I'm fine."
Although the original plan was to go home and read, but since the professor invited him, it would be okay to delay for two or three hours.
Coincidentally, the auction was still being organized by the Canary Auctions, which was where it was in the morning. Moreover, Professor Burns mysteriously told Jenkins that this auction had something to do with the two of them.
"what relationship?"
The two sat at the dining table looking at their respective bills. Jenkins didn't feel bad for his wallet, but he was worried about the weight of the chocolate.
"Remember the first time we met?"
"Remember, the old castle in the countryside."
"Remember the victim that time?"
"Well, let me think about it..."
His main memories of that incident were his father's "returning from the dead" and the terrible thing that drove everyone into a strange situation. Until now, Jenkins didn't know what it was.
"Meow~"
Chocolate knows nothing.
"Oh, I remembered. It's Mr. Sanders from the Canary Auction House, and Fatty Chewell, who is also an antique dealer like Dad!"
"That's right!"
The professor nodded and handed the tip to the waiter, then stood up and picked up the brown cashmere suit on the back of the chair, chatting with Jenkins as they walked towards the door.
"That Mr. Sanders was the giver, but he died in a strange situation. After we came out, Oliver reported his affairs to the church, and most of his collections were taken away by the church... and the rest A small part of it will be auctioned off today."