Firearms training not only consumed Jenkins' money again, but also made his time more compact. Although all kinds of firearms are really interesting, the smell of gunpowder, the sound of triggers and firing needles can also stimulate a man's adrenaline, but there is always a reason to go home late. What's more **** thing is that after the sun went down, even the asking price of the coachman was 20% higher.

　　 Jenkins speeds up the progress of adapting the fairy tale, and is also searching for a suitable relocation location.

　　 He didn't say the idea of ​​moving out in advance, but planned to let the bishop talk to his family after the fairy tale matter was settled.

　　 This week is over quickly. During the weekend, Jenkins not only took an afternoon off, but also got a salary of 1 pound from his father.

　　 This is a lot, you know, apprentices generally work for nothing without wages, and Jenkins is already lucky.

　　 He took a small part of his savings and bought gifts for his family and Bishop Parrod as a celebration of the first week of work. Of course, this is also to show familiar people the fact that "Jenkins is gradually changing", which is a kind of consumption that kills two birds with one stone.

　　 July belongs to [The Hermit of Destiny], and August belongs to [Skilled Craftsman]. On the night that spanned from July to August, Jenkins, who worked hard to write fairy tales, had an accident.

　　 He leaned on the table, and crossed out the text he had just written in annoyance.

　　 "No, this is too naive. I hope that the audience of fairy tales will be wider."

　　 tilted his head slightly, looking at the silver pocket watch that was opened on the tabletop, all three pointers were moving in the direction of 12.

　　 "That's it, it's time to sleep."

　　 Jenkins stretched, twisted his neck and put down the pen. Carefully hid the manuscript, tiptoed to the bathroom on the second floor to wash, ready to go to bed and rest.

　　 Suddenly, a whisper came into his ears.

Section 29 Chapter 28 The Whispers at the End of the Month

　　 Jenkins was stunned. He stood in the dark bedroom and looked around. With the red and blue moonlight, his frowning expression appeared in the mirror.

　　 The content of the whispers is indistinguishable, but it is getting louder and denser. It's almost like an invisible person is leaning in Jenkins' ears.

　　 To make matters worse, headaches and nausea and discomfort come suddenly. In order not to wake up his family, Jenkins bit his pillow on the bed and twitched. The whispering and whispering continued for half an hour before disappearing. The bleeding Jenkins hurriedly scrubbed his face clean, and then fell asleep exhausted.

　　 The thing that happened that night only happened once, because Jenkins didn't dare to tell anyone about it because of fear of being misunderstood and related to Cthulhu. His body was not permanently affected, it was just that he still had some headaches that morning. It wasn't until the next day that he suddenly realized that the time when the weird whispers and whispers appeared was the official transfer of two months.

　　 "Does it matter?"

　　 He couldn't prove, he could only wait for the end of the month to see the situation.

　　 The next week will be rainy and rainy from Monday, and it is not until Thursday that I can finally see the sun.

That day was the third day of August. Jenkins checked the dense advertising area of ​​"One Penny" in the same way that Mr. Hood said at the end of the last party, and used the novel as a codebook to interpret the information and discover the time of the next party. It was Friday night, and the good news is that the location is in the Sabine area.

　　 When he was inquiring about the newspaper, he suddenly realized that Mr. Hood, based on the "newspaper sales ranking", also had a trial of Jenkins' identity. After all, he is an "outsider" and it is not easy to know this.

　　 "But I have a good reason."

　　 It’s never difficult to find excuses, it’s just whether you have a thick skin.

　　 Daddy is the only person who knows about Jenkins' independence plan. When Jenkins found him with a thick manuscript on Thursday, he was not surprised.

"This is good."

　　 Dad took the stack of papers and nodded to the embarrassed Jenkins. The latter was actually a little uneasy because of being a copywriter.

　　 But the money that should be earned has to be earned.

"As a believer of a goddess, you can think of making money from books. This is a good performance. Of course, I just help you see. If you want to develop in this area, it is best to apply for a course about writing. I heard that colleges and universities have evening classes for workers or candidates who are eager to acquire knowledge. Your family’s financial conditions are also pretty good; of course, finding a real writer for tutoring is also..."

　　 He urged while flipping through Jenkins' words. This is a very caring old man. Although he is usually serious, he is very good to Jenkins.

　　 He said this just to let Jenkins not be too disappointed. After all, according to his father's understanding, Jenkins is not like a person who is good at writing.

"Oh?"

　　 As he said, he closed his mouth, his eyes showed an unexpected look.

"fairy tale?"

　　 Jenkins nodded. In order to let his father support his plan, he specially put the chapters such as "Snow White" and "Tinderbox" with a relatively complete story structure and wonderful chapters to the front. It is not easy to write these things. Not only does he have to search for the story, but also fit the characteristics of the world. He even gave birth to the idea of ​​"it would be fine if I chose the magical ability [read writing]", and was trapped at night. Most of the time in the bedroom is spent in this.

　　 Daddy sat quietly in front of the counter, carefully flipping through Jenkins' manuscript. He reads some stories in detail, while others rushed past them.

"Not bad, at least the text is fluent, but some adjectives are weird. I like the story of "The Little Match Girl" very much. You got the inspiration from the flower seller the other day, right?" He simply said Commented, took off his glasses and returned the manuscript to Jenkins.

　　 "Do you want to earn independent living expenses by this?"

　　 he asked.

　　 "Yes, sir. Not only that, but I heard that the gifter also spends a lot of money. The practice of abilities and the preparation of the ceremony require a large amount of precious materials. It is good to make some preparations early."

　　 The old man nodded slightly, "Are you going to send it out in the form of a collection of fairy tales, or do you want to publish it in the newspaper one by one?"

　　 "Publish directly. After all, there should not be many people who read fairy tales through newspapers... But I will add a few more articles, preferably with illustrations, so that the book is more substantial."

　　 Jenkins said his plan.

　　 "Yes, you pick three stories you think are the best, and I will help you contact the publisher when I submit the report tomorrow."

　　 "Report?"

　　 Jenkins asked in surprise.

　　 "Do you think we are just buying antiques? There are a lot of things in it. After a few months, you will become familiar with this, and you will do the report writing."

　　 Dad patted him on the shoulder, and then saw Jenkins's dazed expression with satisfaction.

　　 This matter is simpler than Jenkins thought, he doesn't even need to trouble Bishop Parrod, the matter is almost done.

　　 Dad asked Jenkins to wait patiently for the news. He was not in a hurry, but carefully revised the manuscript, and added a few more stories by the way, preparing to make up 20 pieces.

　　 Because there are not so many fairy tales that meet the requirements in his memory, he even wrote stories like "Nanke Yimeng". Although it is more difficult to change it, he still feels very good about himself.

　　 In a blink of an eye, it was Friday, and the red and blue moons still illuminate the city of Nolan.

　　Williamt’s house is generally completely quiet after 9 o'clock. After all, there are not so many entertainment methods in this era, and the consumption of gas lamps and candles at night will only increase.

　　 first locked the door, and then carefully opened the bedroom window to confirm that there were no patrols or idlers hanging out on Privet Drive, Jenkins jumped directly onto the big tree in the yard, and then carefully climbed down.

　　 Thanks to the ability of [legs and feet], he allows Jenkins to do things that I only dared to think about before.

　　 In the shadow of the house, Jenkins called out the black robe soaked in his spirit. Judging from the shadow in the corner, the image this time is a thin two-meter-high man who looks more like a bamboo pole.

　　 "Does the disguised image differ every time?"

　　 Jenkins muttered, and proceeded to the meeting place carefully. The place chosen this time is an abandoned small building in Sabine District, not because of haunting, but the original owner, a widow living alone had an accident, and no heir was found, and the house was abandoned.

　　 Jenkins saw the news that the city hall was going to auction there while looking for a house, but the price was too expensive and it was far away from the old antique shop.

Section 30 Chapter 29 Meetings and Transactions

　　 Jenkins was not the first to get there, Mr. Hood was already standing in the shadow of the corner. Seeing Jenkins, he immediately pushed to the window vigilantly.

　　 "I am Mr. Candle."

　　 His voice is a bit neutral, which is another ghost in that black robe.

　　 Jenkins called out the purple light spot, and then showed his purple pentagram emblem. Only then did Mr. Hood nod his head and stepped back to the corner.

　　 "Great disguise."

　　 "Thank you."

　　 Jenkins also chose to stand in the shadow of the wall, and the two only said this once before the party began.

　　 Of course, Mr. Hood still needs to explain to the people who come one after another that this is not a newcomer but Mr. Candle.

　　 The five people who attended the party this time are still the last time.

　　 "Only trusted participants are allowed to invite trust. The arrival of Mr. Candle is a special case."

　　 The female voice Mr. Magic explained that she asked Jenkins the meaning of the purple ability last time.

　　 "Then this party will begin, I am glad to see everyone again."

　　 Mr. Hood announced, then turned his head and said to Mr. Birch:

　　 "You owed a message at the last party. Let's start this time."

　　 "Okay. First, the Orthodox Church in Nolan City is delivering a big news a few days ago about the tricks. I don't know the specific details, but it is best not to go to crowded places in the past two weeks."

　　 "I think I know what it is."

　　 Jenkins thought silently. Didn't you expect even these mouse-like guys in the dark heard the wind? The seriousness of this incident was somewhat unexpected.

"Article two, a duke of the royal capital Berdylan has passed away. Obvious evidence shows that it was the means of the gifter. Now the news has not spread, and the official is investigating. If it is not necessary, do not go during this time. Royal Capital."

　　 Nobleman? This is the first time Jenkins has heard about the nobles since he came to this world. Prior to this, the only noble closest to him was Mr. Smith, the tycoon who had supported the old Williams, who was just an honorary baron and could not be hereditary.

　　 "It's really eventful, it's my turn."

Mr. Hood sighed, and then said: "This matter about the big octopus that appeared at night in Nolan City has been shelved by the Orthodox Church. At present, they have not found any valuable clues, but they can be sure and [tricky] related."

　　 "Too irresponsible!"

　　Mr. Magic, or Miss, complained righteously, unaware of his position. Her last news about the sea off Nolan coincided with the "big things" mentioned by the old man, and this time it was also explosive.

　　 "The small town of Tinton under the jurisdiction of Nolan City had an entrance to the sacred place three days ago, but it was passed yesterday."

　　 "Do you know how it turned out?"

　　 Mr. White Birch looks very interested.

　　 "Know some, but this is not free to share content. You can try to impress me after trading hours."

　　 Mr. Shirahige nodded, but did not express whether he was willing to pay for the information.

　　 Jenkins is also interested in the things of the [Devilland], but he is a poor man and can only give up.

　　 The following is Miss Bai Ling:

"On Wednesday, a fishing boat named Silver Cod picked up a strange statue from the sea, suspected to be related to the evil god. It has been acquired by the Orthodox Church, and all the members of that fishing boat have never appeared again. ."

　　 Cthulhu is also a false god, especially those gods who like flesh and blood, yin sacrifices. Their followers are very dangerous, mostly part-time serial killers, perverted homicides and other disgraceful professions. As an ordinary person, Williams has also heard of several cruel cases related to followers of the evil god.

　　 Mr. Black Cat’s news is somewhat ordinary. He pointed out that the recent starry sky is somewhat abnormal, reflecting the material world, which means killing and chaos.

　　 "I know that some abilities are used for divination and stargazing, but are they too vague?"

　　 Jenkins can only think so in his mind, because the other four people did not dispute the news.

　　 Do they know that Mr. Black Cat has the corresponding reliable ability?

　　 "It's me."

Jenkins spoke slowly and gave out the information he had prepared: "I know some of the things Mr. White Birch said about the [creature]. It is numbered A-01-2-0198, and it looks like a little girl selling flowers. If she asks you whether to buy flowers, you will die. But she will only show up where the little flower girl should appear, so don’t worry about someone standing by your bedside asking if you want to buy flowers."

　　 Miss Magic took a breath.

　　 Jenkins is not worried that this will reveal his identity. Now the gifters of the Orthodox Church should know these things. The only difference is that they know more.

　　 "Now trading hours begin. Mr. Candle, I want to know more about A-01-2-0198."

　　 Mr. Hood barely paused, and the other four hesitated, but only Miss Magic said the same thing.

　　 The three of them walked aside for a while, and Mr. Hood took out three copper pieces.

"This is the [Minor Burst Talisman] I made through the ritual. It will be effective within two months. You only need to inject your own spirit into it and throw it at your enemy. Just warn you, I used it this time I have not tried the inferior firefly powder occasionally, but the effect may be compromised. Because only these three were made, the discount is about the same as your information value."

　　 Jenkins nodded and said yes. Although the matter about A-01-2-0198 is secret, sooner or later, news will flow from the church and be passed on through countless such gatherings. Most of the gifters in Nolan City can get the information.

　　 So, his information is temporarily valuable, but not very valuable.

　　 Miss Magic also took out a spell. Compared to Mr. Hood’s "magic grenade", the silver pieces she provided were more valuable.

"Spell·[Ritual Blessing], made by the ritual bestowed by our Lord [Spell Light]. This is a one-time consumable. When the ceremony is held, this charm can be placed aside. Guarantee the success of the ceremony to the greatest extent."

　　 Jenkins knew that she believed in the [Mystery and Ritual] sect last time, but I didn't expect false gods to have such magical abilities.

　　 But he refused.

　　 "I can't establish contact with false gods that I don't know, especially when performing rituals, it's too dangerous."

　　 My father has asked, don’t rush into contact with anything related to [God], especially false gods you don’t understand. You never know what this will lead to.

Section 31 Chapter 30 Pray for your gaze (Part 1)