"Mr. Sanders? Does he have any interesting collection?"
Walking out of the restaurant, it happened that there was a free carriage at the intersection not far away. Jenkins waved to the driver, and the driver quickly jumped off the car to start working.
"Sanders is a lover of weapons collection, so this auction is all weapons."
The professor explained and fastened the buttons of the jacket one by one.
After three hours, Jenkins came to the Goldbird Auction House at No. 43 Five Star Street in Will again. As the core area of the city, this place is still very lively, but the waiters at the door have changed, but they still welcome Jenkins politely.
The auction in the afternoon was not held in the small hall on the first floor, but in the hall on the second floor. Although the seats are still not full, at least the attendance rate is much better than the situation in the morning.
Jenkins and the professor sat in the middle right of the fourth row. There was no one on the left, and a young man was sitting nervously with his hands on his knees on the right. He looks like he's in an important meeting, but he's just a little nervous.
"Look, they are all weapons, and I heard that some of them have blood stains on them."
The professor handed Jenkins the auction list, which contained descriptions and photos of all the auction items. Although the black and white photos are not very clear, the general shape can still be seen clearly.
"What are you here for?"
Jenkins asked quietly.
"Number 9, the cane."
"Can this be considered a weapon?"
Jenkins couldn't help asking, while reminding Chocolate not to run around.
"Of course. I'll tell you about its history. It's quite a thrilling story..."
The professor's story doesn't end until the auction is about to start, but it's a good story full of intrigue, love-hate entanglements, and national strife. The cane was finally held up high by the young prince, and 23 blood relatives including his own father were stabbed to death. It was extremely cruel.
Jenkins had been here in the morning and hadn't checked out any illegal items in the auction house. So when I came back in the afternoon, I relaxed my vigilance a little.
He didn't remember to check it again until before the auction started, and then unexpectedly saw a bright red aura in front of him, which was in the shape of a long sword.
He blinked, somewhat unable to believe what he saw.
"Professor, is that direction... the direction of the temporary storage room for auction items?"
He pointed with a finger on his knee to avoid attracting the attention of nearby bidders.
"Yes."
The professor nodded, "What's wrong?"
"Oh, no, no how... can you lend me some gold pounds later? I don't think I have enough money with me."
Jenkins took a fancy to auction item No. 4, a long sword that had no provenance but looked more like a handicraft. The auction house is not optimistic about its value, so it is arranged in such an embarrassing position as No. 4.
When bidding in the auction, Jenkins realized that there was no one else raising his placard besides himself, so he bought a Class B [Extraordinary] with an unknown number at a very low price of 12 pounds.
Jenkins thinks it may have never been recorded by the church, otherwise the church would have no reason to ignore its uniqueness when it was inspected.
Good things come in pairs, and the professor finally succeeded in buying the cane needed by the school. Instead of waiting for the auction to end, the two got up and contacted the staff to pay.
Both the cane and the sword were stored in beautifully packaged wooden boxes and were handed over to the two in the conference room on the third floor of the auction house.
"Mr. Burns, Lord Williamette, please check again."
According to the rules, inspection is required, and Professor Jenkins and Burns also wore white gloves and pretended to inspect the things they bought. As soon as Jenkins touched it, he understood that this was definitely a piece of [Extraordinary], and that kind of feeling of being out of tune with the world could not be imitated by other items no matter what.
"Very well, then we..."
Only halfway through Jenkins' words, the door of the conference room was pushed open rudely from the outside.
"A robber broke in!"
This was the waiter who welcomed Jenkins downstairs just now, his straight uniform was a little wrinkled due to the haste of running.
"robber?"
The people in the room seemed to have heard a myth. This is the core of Nolan City. The City Hall and Carfax Field are within two blocks.
"It's really a robber, oh God, he's on the second floor right now. May God bless little Lucar, I just saw him being... sir?"
Jenkins had already stood up and grabbed the arm of the man who was speaking. Although there was warmth, Jenkins could not feel any breath of life.
"Corpse?"
His voice was very small, but Professor Burns beside him still heard it. His complexion changed. Now within the scope of Nolan City, anything related to the undead is a big problem.
"Excuse me, Baron, what did you say?"
Others in the meeting room did not hear the word Jenkins said, but they were a little suspicious of Professor Burns' face change, thinking that he had a bad stomach and suddenly felt uncomfortable.
"I remembered that there is still something to do, my cat should eat now... The service of Goldbird Auction House is very attentive."
As he spoke, he violently squeezed the hand holding the walking corpse, and subtly injected [Healing Breath] into it. Death and life clashed immediately, and the struggling corpse immediately collapsed to the ground.
"Also, the gas valve in my house doesn't seem to be turned off, which is too bad!"
As he spoke, he picked up the slender box and turned around to leave. Chocolate and Professor Burns also chased after him.
There was no trace of robbers breaking in from the outside, and even when passing the stairs to the second floor, only normal pedestrians were seen.
The two of them and the cat walked out of the building of the auction house at an extremely fast speed. When they returned to the street, the fog outside was still as usual, and the crowded pedestrians did not panic at all.
"Don't worry about anything, we'll go straight back to the church!"
Jenkins still hasn't figured out what's going on here, but returning to church certainly wasn't the wrong choice.
He and the professor did not choose to go into the alley, but ran along the main road for a while. Turn right at the intersection on the west side of Weil Five Star Street into Gorac Avenue of the Arts, and then continue forward, but the road is blocked by the turbulent flow of people.
"what's the situation?"
"There seems to be a circus performing over there."
The professor is taller than Jenkins, so he can see the other side of the street through the dense crowd of people. Helpless, the two could only turn around and enter the spacious alley beside them, but Jenkins stopped after walking a few steps.