"I understand, I need to find it myself, right?"

　　 "You are a god, I am not. Mr. William, the Protoss will not intervene in the matter of the material world, nor will they change the fate of all worlds by influencing the gods."

　　 "All the world?"

　　 "I think you should understand what I mean."

　　 Jenkins smiled, "That's why I hate those who only talk half way in second-rate novels."

　　 Of course, this sentence is just in my mind.

　　Rakul realized his essence as a **** through the power of Jenkins' real name. So as long as he engraves his name on a specific object, that object can become a beacon of guidance.

　　 But she also warned that items with the names of gods engraved on them would surely become special magic items. Although Jenkins has no corresponding priesthood, the essence of his soul is also infectious. The magical items made in this way will have similar abilities to Jenkins’s own, but they cannot be created too much, because he does not have a priesthood. Excessive loss of the essence of being a **** will not affect the soul, but it will The premature decay of the physical body.

　　 Knowing the effect of his real name, Jenkins returns to the material world from the astral world.

　　 opened his eyes, his body still remained sitting on the chair in front of the desk, but the chocolate had changed from lying on the cushion beside the table to the action of picking the metal block.

　　 "You really like square things."

　　 Jenkins said with a smile, stretched out his hand and touched its back twice, he still remembered that chocolate originally liked to play the painted Rubik's Cube, but it was a pity that Jenkins destroyed it.

　　 The moment the cat was touched by Jenkins, the cat's movements stiffened, and it looked back at its owner.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 then quickly jumped off the table, like a fat rabbit, he jumped back to the first floor along the stairs step by step.

　　 Jenkins did not chase it, but looked at the five neatly arranged stones on the table.

　　 He picked up one piece casually, and divided the spiritual magnet into two parts with a light force.

　　 picked up the ceremonial silver knife of pure silver in his hand, took a deep breath, and then touched the surface with the blade.

　　 "Zhan~Jin~"

　　 He pulled out a long tone in a low voice, and carved out two square characters while talking.

　　 Chocolate was originally lying next to the fireplace in the living room on the first floor, shaking two cat ears at the moment Jenkins cut the knife, and then ran up the stairs. Stopped at the door of the study, hiding his body outside, only the small cat's head looked at the man, and the big amber eyes were full of curiosity.

　　 With the completion of the last horizontal, a rich golden aura bloomed on the stone, but there was no abnormality other than that. I could feel the aura passing by, and the nicks disappeared to a very weak degree. But for half a year, it is almost enough.

　　 "That's it."

　　 He nodded in satisfaction, pulled the kerosene lamp on the table closer, and lowered his head to carefully sculpt the other magnets.

　　 Chocolate widened the amber vertical pupil, and the cat's head protruded from the side of the door. When Jenkins started to deal with the third magnet, he retracted his head, then ran down the stairs on the stairs with a meat mat, and lay down on the wool carpet in front of the stove again.

　　 The front paw that stretched out on the right side scratched on the carpet, and the impressions left on the carpet gradually formed two crooked squares.

The strokes behind 　　 became slower and slower. Due to fear of being discovered by the owner who worked upstairs, it did not make up for the “golden” line in the end.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 As if a major event had been completed, the cat screamed triumphantly, and a large black hand stretched out from the shadow on the ground to erase all the scratches.

　　 It lay down again, its front paws placed in front of the cat's head, and the reflection of the swaying flame swayed slowly and firmly in the amber eyes.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 (Chocolate licking milk...)

　　 Wednesday is the 31st day of October, which is the last day of [Sage and Harvest Month].

　　 "This month is too long!"

　　 Thinking of what happened this month, Jenkins couldn't help but be grateful that he was able to live intact until the end of the month.

　　 "This is the blessing of the sage!"

　　 He sat up on the mattress in front of the fireplace in his pajamas, raised his hands and shouted. Then he reached out and touched the cat sleeping on the sofa under the blanket. It curled up into a sleeping Zhengxiang, and when Jenkins touched it, he immediately yelled in dissatisfaction.

　　 put on slippers, washed briefly in the bathroom, pulled off his coat in the hall, and put it on his body, then opened the door of the room.

　　 "Oh, goddess, it's snowing."

　　 He sighed softly, that a layer of snow had accumulated in the yard, and the small tree trimmed by the maid was also covered in silver.

　　Although it was a bit cold, Jenkins walked down the steps in front of the door with his chest shrunk and stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake in the sky.

　　 St. George Street in front of the courtyard was completely covered with snow, and the coachman wearing cotton cap and cotton gloves was struggling to drive his horse forward. The horseshoe left small potholes in the snow, but they were soon covered by the wheels behind them.

　　Mr. Goodman is also about to go out. He is wearing an exaggerated red scarf. His already fat body is even more fat because of the bloated clothes.

　　 "Good morning, Mr. Williams! It's really cold today."

　　 "Good morning, Mr. Goodman! Yes, I think after this snow, it should be real winter."

　　 The two exchanged a few words, and Mr. Goodman took his black briefcase into the road.

　　 According to the Goodman family's living standards, this gentleman's weekly salary should be lower than Jenkins's, but not much worse, all belong to the middle class. But Jenkins is a young bachelor, he is only 21 years old this year; and Mr. Goodman has a heavy burden to support his wife and young son.

This led to the fact that on Wednesday morning, Mr. Goodman had to go to work in front of the snowflakes, while Jenkins took the newspaper and milk at the door, while feeling the chocolate while looking at the snow scene to enjoy breakfast. .

　　 "Don't touch it, wait a minute."

　　 He stopped the cat from trying to get close to the bottle, then poured out the milk in it and heated it with a flame before pushing it to her. Milk that has been frozen outside for a long time cannot be drunk directly, otherwise it will easily cause gastrointestinal problems.

Section 313, Chapter 308, Clock (5/15)

　　 "The flame can heat up, and the Frost Fist can cool down. You don't have to worry about the temperature of food all year round.

　　 Jenkins thought so, and then remembered that Dad said that he can be late when the weather is bad. Seeing the white snow outside, and thinking that this is the first snow in this world, I have an idea in my heart.

　　 "Let's take a walk to see the snow scene, then fix the pocket watch and go to the old man's place, okay?"

　　 When Jenkins picked up the chocolate, he was about the same size as he is now. When applying for a pet city residence permit, the veterinarian judged that the age of the chocolate cat would not exceed half a year. In other words, chocolate should have never seen a snow scene.

　　 But after going out, it did not keep the cat's curiosity about everything. It was just a test of the snow on the lawn at the door of the house with his paws, and he grabbed Jenkins' boots with lack of interest and asked the man to pick it up.

　　 put on a hat and a scarf and then walked out of the house.

　　 I don't know where the snow started, but at least the fog in the city has dispersed a lot in the early morning of the snowy day. There are very few pedestrians on the street, most of them shrink their heads and walk forward like Jenkins.

　　The road surface that has not been swept by snow is exceptionally slippery, but the balance of Jenkins is very good.

　　 After all, this is one of the most prosperous cities in the whole continent. The necessary roads in the dock area and the avenues in the city are all undergoing intense cleaning work. Most of those hired are for the poor who want to store more food at home before the coldest days come.

　　 It is said that 5 pennies can hire an adult to sweep a whole street, and Jenkins is not sure of the specific price. But looking at the trembling with cold, the old man in single clothes sweeping the corner of the street, I felt what a complicated world this is.

　　 I was tired of walking for a while, and simply hired a carriage on the corner of the street. On such bad weather days, the fare will not increase, but the tip is higher.

　　 The watch shop of the target is located in the most prosperous neighborhood of Nolan City, not far from the Central Civic Square, which almost became the place where the devil descended last time.

　　 I was still worried that the owner might open the door later due to bad weather. But today's luck seemed to be very good. The driver took Jenkins to the intersection. After getting off the car, you can see the cleared avenue and the silhouettes of the shops along the street.

　　 "Don't move."

　　 He patted his squirming chest. Chocolate obviously doesn't like the cold, but he just doesn't want to wear the little clothes knitted for it. Jenkins is afraid that his cat will freeze, so he often puts it inside his coat when he goes out recently, but cats are definitely not the kind of creature that will not move for a long time.

　　 The chocolate was not obedient this time, and it was still moving desperately in the clothes. Jenkins looked around awkwardly. Fortunately, there were not many pedestrians in the snowy sky, and no one noticed the abnormality of his chest.

　　 unlocked the third button from the top. After a while, the black and white furry head of the cat came out, looked at everything around him curiously, and then called to the watch shop.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 "Don't call, I know that is our destination."

　　 He whispered to the cat, then took it out of the black coat and reached out and pushed open the door of the watch shop.

　　 Click~ Click~

　　 The surrounding walls are covered with all kinds of clocks, the pendulum is placed on the wall, and the pocket watches are stored in the glass counter. Jenkins looked around with interest, only to find that the owner of the shop was not there, but the door leading to the back of the shop was open.

　　 "Is there anyone, please?"

　　 He yelled, stomped a few feet on the mat at the door to leave the snow and sewage on the soles of the shoes, then took off his hat and shook it, and smoothly brushed off the snowflakes on his shoulders.

　　 "Sorry, please wait a minute, it will be done soon!"

　　 A man’s voice came from behind the door, it seemed to be sorting goods or doing other things in the backyard.

　　 "This is very interesting."

　　 stood in front of the counter and looked at the pocket watch with the price tag. Jenkins saw a few very unique models at a glance. One of them is in the shape of a lying cat, and the cat's belly is the dial, so this cat looks strange.

　　 These interesting watches are mainly sold for young girls, so the price is extremely expensive. After Jenkins saw the pound as a unit, he lost interest, and instead taught chocolate that he must not eat so fat.

　　 The cat raised her head innocently and looked at him, suddenly jumped up and almost caught Jenkins' face.

　　 The owner of the shop quickly walked in through the back door, still holding a large cardboard box. Listen to the sound, there should be fine gears and bearings inside.

　　 This is a middle-aged man with a fat face but well-proportioned figure. He is wearing a wool blouse with a white shirt underneath. When I came to the counter with the box, a layer of white mist had appeared on the glasses.

　　 "Guest, I'm so sorry to keep you waiting."

He said embarrassedly, and then took the watch that Jenkins had handed over with his red hands, took off the original glasses and replaced them with another professional monocle. He just checked the front and back. Only the pocket watch recognized it.

　　 "I repaired this watch."

　　 he said with certainty.

　　 "Yes, I accidentally broke it once last month. Your memory is really good."

　　 "Watches and clocks have souls. Each watch has a unique soul. I will not admit it wrong."

　　 The cost of this repair is still the same as last time, but the boss thought that he had neglected today's first customer, so he insisted on giving him a 10% discount.

　　 Jenkins made a few hypocritical excuses, but he did not object.

　　 After taking the pick-up form given by the boss, Jenkins was about to leave, and suddenly there was a very clear click~ sound in his ear.

　　 There are clocks everywhere in this shop, so this kind of sound is not unusual at all. But the strange thing is that this click is unusually clear and loud, as if it was ringing in the ear.

　　 The owner of the watch shop at the counter saw Jenkins suddenly stunned, so he asked:

　　 "Guest, is there anything wrong?"

　　 "Oh, I suddenly remembered that there is still a clock in my home. I want to put it on the opposite side of the fireplace."

　　 He made up a reason casually, and then said: "I want to take a look at the store again. These are all ready for sale, right?"

　　 "Yes, but...you can take a look at it, it's still 10% off."

　　 declined the suggestion from the boss to accompany him. Jenkins paced aside alone, pretending to be interested in choosing a clock.

　　 The click of a very unique clock hand reverberated again, and he nodded slightly, his eyes closed and another field of vision opened.

"Let me see……"

Section 314 Chapter 309 Confrontation with the Craftsman Association (6/15)

　　 Jenkins scanned the entire wall of clocks one by one. He soon discovered that a very inconspicuous brown wooden desk clock in the corner of the wall exudes a dazzling white aura.

　　 "Bonus?"

　　 I couldn't think of this result. I could find this kind of item in an ordinary watch shop. But immediately, he was taken aback, and the hand holding the hat increased his strength:

　　 "Most of the gifts I have seen so far will attract me to touch inexplicably, but the clock here does not. So... does it have a master?"

　　 Thinking of this, I was shocked, because the shopkeeper was right behind him.

　　 "Guest, do you like this clock very much?"

　　 The owner's voice also sounded at this time, but judging by the voice, he should still stay behind the counter.

　　 "No, it just feels a bit ordinary compared to other clocks in your store."

　　 This is not an excuse, it is true. The other clocks in the watch shop are more or less decorated. It may be a pattern drawn by gold or silver threads, a pattern carved out patiently by a craftsman, or a pendulum with a unique shape.

　　 But there is only the gifted clock of category C. The person who made it just wants to get the "clock", and any other decorations do not exist.

　　 In other words, this is a pure clock.

"is it?"

　　 put a hand on Jenkins's shoulder, and when he looked back, the shopkeeper who was supposed to be on the other side of the shop appeared behind him.

　　 "Level Seven..."