The combined price of the two collections selected by Jenkins is about 30 pounds. This price invites the current Jenkins to be about the same, and it may be slightly higher. But in general, no one has suffered, and Jenkins is very satisfied with this transaction.
His thousand-year-old wooden heart was all consumed in the skull sword incident, and the one that grew into a tree would not have the original characteristics even if it was recovered. It would be a long process to reacquire Mu Xin, but such a smooth first root seems to be a good start for this process.
After returning to the antique shop, he told his father about the art exhibition, and his father didn't mind Jenkins taking half a day off. Just ask him to bring some food when he comes back at noon tomorrow, so that he doesn't have to worry about lunch.
When I returned to the antique shop, it was ten o'clock in the morning. The cat, which had just settled down and became more lively because of the arrival of spring, had a customer come to the door.
This is a difficult middle-aged lady, she is very shrewd when talking about the price. It took until noon with her to finally sell the plaster statue in the store.
The object depicted in the plaster statue is a painter two hundred years ago. This painter was not well-known in his era, but his works rose to extremely high value 50 years after his death.
Critics are willing to use words that ordinary people cannot understand to describe his abstract paintings, and try to find out the meaning that the original author wants to express in those randomly arranged geometric patterns.
"But most likely, it's just a color block that is graffitied according to the mood."
Dad said this, he always looked down on those who fry antiques or works of art.
While eating lunch, the two found that the canned fish that Dad had put in the warehouse had broken. After opening it, the disastrous smell filled the room, and the chocolate scurried back into the store, trying to push the door shut with its tiny claws.
In the end, it was the brave Jenkins who held his nose and disposed of the can, but after that, the appetites of the two of them and the cat were greatly reduced.
Throwing the rest of the cans in the garbage dump in the alley behind the backyard of the store, Dad gave Jenkins a handful of change and asked him to go to a nearby restaurant to see if there were any take-out meals. Dad was the first to open the can just now, and he inhaled the smell of rotten fish the most. After the can was disposed of, he even asked Jenkins to heal him before he recovered.
"It's the first time I've known the smell of rotting cans."
Walking on the road, Jenkins whispered to his cat. Chocolate meowed, looking very listless.
"Meow~"
It barked again, patted the side of Jenkins' face with the soft pad on its paw, and then stared at the bakery they had just passed by with wide eyes.
"No, we're here to buy lunch, not dessert for you."
he warned, and the cat resumed its listless look again.
Because of the stinky fish attack just now, Jenkins has decided not to eat any fish-related food in recent days. This left much less space for lunch options, but he knew the restaurants nearby quite well. He walked north along the Fifth Queen's Road, passed the slowly approaching carriage, and walked towards the third intersection where the mailbox stood. Turn left; enter the first alley you see, be careful not to touch the wet clothes on the clothesline, throw aside the little boy who deliberately ran over and tried to steal, walk out of the alley, and you can see the opposite side of the road There is a mid-range restaurant on the left.
Jenkins can be regarded as a regular customer here, he greeted the waiter to clarify his request, and sat casually near the door. It took too much time to process the canned fish, and it was past lunch time, so there were not many people in the restaurant.
Because it is the only guest, the cooking speed in the back kitchen is also very fast. Thinking that no one would come in again, Jenkins looked at the chocolate licking his paws, but someone pushed open the door of the restaurant again.
It was a beautiful woman in her mid-twenties, carrying a red handbag, with light makeup on her face. That was Agnes Howard, owner of the Howard Detective Agency, codenamed "Miss Magic".
When Jenkins used his real identity to investigate the detective agency, he met this woman once. But he didn't intend to come forward to talk to him now, and he still looked down at his cat.
Miss Magic also didn't recognize the young guest who was sitting, it was a young writer who had met once. She sat against the wall, holding the menu and whispering to the waiter.
"I don't know if she has found the Pirate King Fermixiu."
Jenkins guessed carefully, and on the way back to Papa's Antique Store after leaving the restaurant, he bought a copy of "Daily Strange People". This is a tabloid that sells hearsay news and exaggerated horror stories. It will be interesting to watch.
"Oh? Mr. Hood organizing a party tonight?"
He put together the first word and the last word of the second news on the third page, and actually formed the code for Mr. Hood's party.
"Fortunately, I still remember this incident, otherwise I would really miss it."
Jenkins shook his head, carrying rice in one hand and newspaper in the other, and walked towards the antique shop.
Just like the speculation of meeting the flower girl queen in the morning, nothing strange happened today. After a peaceful day, Jenkins said goodbye to Dad and went home for dinner.
After planning the writing plan for the third detective novel in the study, he put down the pen, picked up the hat and coat, and went out again.
The temperature is rising day by day, and now even if you go out at night, you don't need a heavy coat. The chocolate hair shedding that Jenkins was worried about in the past did not happen, but with the arrival of spring, it began to become a lot more restless. Of course, this may also be because Jenkins is planning to reduce its diet recently.
One person and one cat pretended to go for a walk, walked on St. George Street for a while, then turned and walked to the next block, and when they reappeared, they had already changed their appearance and flew in the sky.
While the unicorn isn't summoned very often, this pretty little beast really likes Jenkins. After landing, it reluctantly rubbed its face against Jenkins' sleeve until the chocolate seemed a little restless, and then reluctantly stepped into the space wall to go home.
The location of this gathering did not choose any ingenious location, the location was the second-floor apartment building that he led everyone to after rescuing Mr. Hood last time.
Jenkins landed on the roof of a closed-night club two blocks away, saw off the unicorn, and climbed down the sewer with the cat.