The old man is still acting, and he pretends to be clear: "Since it is a gift, what kind of vase do you need? Do you have any specific requirements for size, decoration, and price... Oh, please? Come here. William! William! Why are you lazy again? Go get a pot of tea and collect the bill! I have never seen you as a lazy apprentice!"

　　 He screamed loudly, reprimanding Jenkins for his behavior, then turned his head and smiled apologetically to the gentleman, and led him to take a look at the collection in the store.

　　 After both of them turned around, Jenkins quickly hid the written report in the counter. After preparing the tea, he shouted "I'm going to collect the account" and ran out of the store.

　　 About half an hour later, the old man is still introducing the history of a small porcelain bottle to the middle-aged. The middle-aged man is obviously a little impatient, but he is embarrassed to interrupt such a professional introduction, so he can only listen patiently.

　　 Seeing that the door was pushed back again, the little student who had just gone to collect the account came back with a large package, and quickly waved the hat in his hand and said:

　　 "Please give me another cup of tea, thank you, I am a little thirsty."

　　 "Williamt, don't hurry up!"

　　 Dad also urged.

　　 Jenkins nodded flusteredly, "Sir, what kind of tea do you need?"

　　 "Anything is fine."

　　 The man finally had an excuse to leave his father, so he walked to the counter.

　　 Suddenly, the bell at the door rang for the second time, and three or four men dressed in vulgar clothes squeezed in, and one of them scolded his companion.

　　 "Oliver, Oliver? Come and see, this poor ghost is worth my ring!?"

　　 He waved his fist and walked towards the counter, and the moment the two rubbed shoulders, the men later swarmed to control the middle-aged man firmly.

　　 One of them put his right hand together and slashed on his neck. The middle-aged man fainted before he could even shout.

　　 Daddy walked quickly and greeted everyone softly. The leader of Captain Bincy found a player who was closest to the middle-aged man in the team. He then played the source of infection and walked out of the store. The others would pass out and be replaced after ten minutes. The pretending man left.

　　Never let others think that the source of infection was arrested or missing in the old antique shop. It is safest to do so without knowing whether there is surveillance.

　　 Now that Jenkins has confirmed that the person is an ordinary person, then he will not pose a threat to Dad. After leaving the store, the only thing worth worrying about is that the old man will be infected with that terrible germ because he has been in contact with the man for too long.

　　 He didn't even go to the carriage, but activated the ability of [Cat's Grace]. Taking advantage of the few people in the alley in the morning, he quickly climbed over a low wall and ran to the church through the nearest straight line.

　　 As soon as the people in the store left, the two of them assumed that nothing had happened. They continued the day of ordinary shop owners and ordinary apprentices. This is the case for civilians, but it might be good to write a report.

　　 "Father, what will happen to that person?"

　　 He is still a little curious. Although he knows that the person may not be able to survive, he still wants to know what the church will do next.

　　 "The first is to ask him where he has been recently and who he has been in contact with, and then he is killed...There may be some experiments and physical examinations in the middle, but you will not like to listen to those things."

　　 Daddy glanced at him, and saw that Jenkins didn't have a strange expression on his face, and he continued to scrub the utensils just now.

　　 Jenkins is not a Virgin-like figure, he knows how terrifying this horrible cogwheeling creature is. The church's approach was completely in his expectation. Although it might be cruel to the hapless man, nothing is perfect.

　　 It has been half a month since A-08-1-9990 was discovered by the Orthodox Church, and in such a long period of time, only five of the infection sources were captured by the five churches. On the one hand, this shows that the situation is much better than expected. At least there is no need to worry about causing panic among ordinary citizens. On the other hand, it also shows the caution of [Gear Craftsmen's Association].

　　 This is just a small episode of today. Jenkins finally finished his report before lunch. My father has recently assigned him very few reading tasks. According to him, Jenkins has been promoted to Level 2 within less than half a year after joining the company. This is something he hasn't had for many years.

　　 In response to this situation, my father changed Jenkins' study plan a bit and taught some practical ritual arrangements and material handling methods in advance.

　　 Not all ceremonies are to draw a circle and place some materials. Early material pretreatment, such as squeezing petals into thick juice and filtering out certain substances in the liquid, requires the gifter to master the method. Because in their lives, it is impossible to find a reliable helper every time they deal with materials.

　　It is also because of this that the importance of the Orthodox Church in arranging chemistry, arithmetic and other courses for newly recruited gifts. In other words, a high-level gifter is definitely not illiterate, and illiterate cannot go very far on the path of a gifter—he can't even read obscure documents.

　　 Jenkins’s course is scheduled to start next month. In the near future, Dad will be able to get his course schedule. Because of the current status of Jenkins, the church is very cautious about the selection of teachers, which will also delay some time.

　　 After lunch, a new customer came to the store. The old man received him alone in the front, while Jenkins was in the warehouse at the back to handle a batch of bullets. Dad asked him to ‘sanctify’ these bullets to make them have special damage to strange creatures.

　　 "Sanctify? Me?"

　　PS: Celebrate every order 3000, there is a chapter at 8 o'clock.

Chapter 253 Chapter 249 The Green Demon Eye

　　 Dad snorted without even looking at him.

　　 "Yes, you are the saint son recognized by the sage. Although your ability and spiritual capacity will not change for this reason, personally, you are already a fraction higher than ordinary humans."

　　 While talking, he raised his right hand, his index finger and thumb together, leaving only a small gap that can be seen by squinting his eyes.

　　 The so-called sanctification process is Jenkins holding these bullets/bullets in his hand, and then meditating on the holy emblem while reciting prayers to the sages or other religious scriptures of the church.

The specific principle of 　　 is not clear, but in the feeling of hot forehead, those bullets/bullets are really attached with golden aura.

　　 "How did the old man know about this? He had seen other saints before?"

　　 Jenkins immediately thought of this question, because of this kind of knowledge, it would not be clearly recorded in the book.

　　 He took the batch of processed bullets and went to the old man to confirm the effect, and the customer who bought a painting of oil just left.

　　 The store is much warmer than in the warehouse. Jenkins took off his coat and hung it aside, reached out and took out the bullets/bullet from his coat pocket and gave it to Dad. At the same time, he asked:

　　 "Daddy, I heard from Captain Bincy that there is a strange saying that injecting a very small amount of silver into the blood vessel can live long?"

　　 "The believers of [The Undead Lord] have indeed spread this statement and rely on rituals for ordinary people to earn gold pounds."

　　 He nodded at the bullets, expressing his satisfaction.

　　 "However, this approach cannot help ordinary people live longer. This is essentially a sacrificial ritual that sacrifices the life of human beings with blood and silver to the evil god..."

　　 He closed his mouth immediately, because the bell rang, unexpectedly someone came to the door again.

　　 This is really a new thing. Although the business of the old antique shop is booming, most of the customers invite the old man to come in person or buy it through private channels. The casual guests who occasionally break in like this have never been so dense.

　　 "Oh? Level 5 bestower?"

　　 Before he even had time to observe the appearance, Jenkins discovered something was wrong. His heart beat fiercely, and he didn't expect that there would be so many accidents today.

　　 "Welcome to the old antique shop."

　　 The apprentice took the initiative to greet him, but his right hand quietly moved to his back, making a hazard warning gesture.

　　 "Guest, what do you need?"

　　 "Let me take a look first."

　　 The new guest is a man wearing black long boots. He is unusually tall, at least 6.5 feet (about 2 meters) tall. He wore a black soft hat on his messy brown hair and a silver pattern on the brim.

　　 The pores on his face are extremely large, his red nose is tall and he has a very rare heterochromatic pupil. The left eye is a common brown, and the right eye is a rare green, disgusting green like moss.

　　 Among them, the green one has only a strong red aura in the eyes, which must be a special item eligible for numbering!

　　 The man's eyes swept across Jenkins, then looked at the old man, and then ignored them, pacing to the shelf to observe the antiques.

　　 Jenkins turned his head to look at his father, he pushed his glasses, and shook his head slightly to signal Jenkins not to act rashly. The old man trusts Jenkins very much. He knows that Jenkins is extremely sensitive to spirits, so he also attaches great importance to the warning signals sent by Jenkins.

　　 put down the pen in his hand, and then pointed his right hand to the side to make Jenkins stand at the counter. He took out an item from the counter and put it in his pocket, and walked quickly to the man.

　　 "This is an ancient wine vessel with a history of at least 300 years. Judging from the pattern and style, it should be used for sacrificial worship..."

　　 The old man didn't finish saying what he said, the man waved his hand gently, beckoning him not to say any more. He kept silent, walked around the store, and then left straight away.

　　 "Your feeling is correct, I found that the eye is a special item. In that case, the probability of being a gifter is extremely high, and it may be a magic eye."

　　 There are no special eyes formed naturally, but one may not appear for decades. Most of the magic eyes are transplanted the day after tomorrow, so the old man can make such a judgment.

　　 "I will follow him."

　　 He quickly picked up the coat and hat on the hook, took out the fake beard and wig and other props from the counter, and then hurriedly explained to Jenkins:

　　 "Go to the church again, just go directly to Binxi. Now I am not sure what level of gift he is, so I try to find some helpers as much as possible."

　　 Before Jenkins could reply, Dad quickly opened the store door and broke into the cold wind. Recently, there have been rumors that the Demon Eye Collection Association came to the local area. At this time, the trace was lost, and it was very difficult to find it.

　　 "That's a level five gifter, just like you."

　　 Jenkins didn't have time to say this, so he could only stamp his feet on the spot.

　　 The reason why the triangular paper spells are not used to notify the church directly is because the spells are expensive and limited in production. They can only be used when very important events occur.

　　 Dad is not sure of the person's identity, and there is no malignant/incident happening, so he decided to take the initiative to track him down.

　　 "The old man is a supporting civilian. Although he may not take the initiative to do something with him, he may not be the opponent of that man when he does it."

　　 Jenkins gritted his teeth, tore a page from the ledger, and hurriedly wrote down the situation.

　　 "Chocolate, send it to church, find Captain Bincy, or Mr. Schleich, or whatever."

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Kitty has never accepted such a task, raised his head and looked at Jenkins blankly. Seeing his anxious look, he rubbed his hand with a soft cat face.

　　 "Send the letter, go to the church, that's where we finished dinner that day, long table!"

　　 He described it again.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The cat stretched out his front paws, Jenkins was taken aback, then immediately found the ball of thread and tied the note there:

　　 "Chocolate, come back immediately after sending the letter. If you get lost, you can go to the church or our house. Don't run around. Nolan City is full of bad people."

　　 He warned hurriedly and quietly again, reaching out his hand to stroke the chocolate fur. Pushing open the door of the store, watching his cat quickly ran along the wall into the fog, turned his head and called to Jenkins, then flung his tail and turned away.

　　 is also very worried about chocolate, but Jenkins thinks that the dad may be more dangerous than the smart cat.

　　 He hurriedly changed the clothes he went out, then put on the pistol with the changed bullets, took his cane, closed the store door first, and then walked quickly into the street.

　　PS: It has been changed, so I ask for a vote.

Chapter 254 Chapter 250 Eyeball Flies

　　 "Eye of Reality!"

　　 As the spirit of the whole body quickly merged into the eyes, even his eyesight was improved at this moment. In the direction where the old man and the stranger with the magic eye disappeared, two familiar light spots appeared looming in the distance.

　　 Although very reluctant, but finally found the position of these two people.

　　True Eye, the most unexpected ability of Jenkins soul since it came to this world, after two upgrades, the change is not obvious. But for the improvement of spiritual observation ability, Jenkins is already far away, looking for a strong aura location across the wall.

　　Of course, this method is extremely exhausting, and it also puts a heavy burden on the eyes. If you want to monitor the city on a daily basis, then the distance to become blind is not far away.

　　 Jenkins lowered his head with his hat, leaned against the brick wall in the smoke, and walked forward along Fifth Queen's Avenue. Passing by the man carrying the suitcase, in order to save energy, the father's location is determined every three minutes. Walking through the misty city like this, when he walked to the Joeell Bridge across the Westminster River and pretended to look at the bustling coolies and workers on both sides of the river bank, the old man and the man stopped moving. .

Tightening the collar and covering his face, Jenkins held his hat with his right hand to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, while sticking out his head from the bridge, he saw the old man and the man standing together on the beach of the Westminster River. I don’t know what I’m talking about.

　　 "I was discovered so soon?"

　　 Jenkins didn’t think much about it, and ran down the bridge quickly, bypassing the pillars of the bridge to the rocky beach on the other side of the river beach, and the gunshots had already sounded.

　　 He shrank sharply, and then stepped forward quickly. Dad has opened the golden page shield, Jenkins also drew the gun and pulled the trigger, but the bullets were still in the air.

　　 did not ask why Jenkins was here, the old man looked at the man with half-open eyes and his hands in his pockets while yelling:

"Ordinary bullets/bullets won’t work, I’ve already determined that he is from the Magic Eye Collection Association. That eye is B-05-4-1072, the low-speed eye of the sprint champion, within the range of his vision. , The movement speed of most objects cannot exceed the owner of the eye."

　　 Jenkins understood the two words "normal bullets/bullets" and "mostly", and immediately thought of his own special bullets/bullets. But I saw the tall man kick the stone under his foot fiercely, with a bang, as if a steam bomb exploded, and the crackling stones flew towards the two of them.

　　 Jenkins slammed and jumped behind his father, his father supported his hands outwards and blocked the stones.

　　 "Huh, old stuff."

　　 The aura in the eyes of the demon became more and more shining, and at the same time, several light spots in front of the man's eyes began to shine.

　　 "Mist!"

　　He whispered, and as the sound disappeared, the concentration of fog on the bank of the river rose instantly. After a few seconds, Jenkins and Dad couldn't see the man at all.

　　 They stood back to back, aiming their replaced pistols at the front.

　　 "Be careful, his level will not be lower than level 4."

　　 The old man whispered, and suddenly turned the muzzle to the left. There was a bang, and gunpowder smoke came out of the muzzle, but no follow-up feedback was heard.

　　 "This kind of bullet/bullet doesn’t work either...Does the sanctified bullet/bullet come with it?"

"No......"

　　 Before he finished speaking, there was a buzzing noise on the left side, like a group of seals flying in. Jenkins fired another shot. Unexpectedly, it flew out of the fog. It was actually a group of eyeballs dripping blood like flies, and the waving wings were the nerves behind the eyeballs.

　　 Jenkins, who was watching by these eyeballs, felt a little discomfort. From the reflection of the eye closest to him, he saw some strange hallucinations. Eyeballs flew towards the two of them, and Jenkins fired bullets several times, but only hit five eyes. The broken eyeball fell on the pakig ~ as soon as it fell on the rocky beach, the sharp stones broke through the fragile structure, and the turbid and viscous liquid dripped out from it.

　　 First there was the sound of the bullet shell landing, and then the old man whispered in his ear. The muzzle of the pistol shot out a fire dragon-like flame. This was comparable to the firepower of a flamethrower, and quickly burned those eyeballs to death, and a stench filled the mist-shrouded air.

　　 "This is also the ability of the old man?"