Mrs. Tiffany’s recent etiquette course has become even more boring, and the math class can’t be understood at all. Only the equestrian class can walk outside, and my "little red date" is also looking forward to running with me. Potter, do you know how to count? I have attached some homework left by Mr. Warren at the end of the letter. I hope you can help me.

　　Note: May [Nature’s Spirit] bless, if you really understand, please reply as soon as possible, otherwise Teacher Warren will kill me because of my stupidity!

Your loyalty,

　　Mary

　　The letter is made of fine snow paper, and the edge of the paper is drawn with a gold thread to outline the writing space like a micro-rolled parchment. According to Jenkins's understanding, this paper is sold per sheet in Nolan City, and his weekly salary may not be enough to buy the paper in his hand.

　　 Letters are written in graceful and generous fonts, and the "Mary" who wrote the letter should be a well-bred high-class lady. Because the carriage ride this time was of the kind without a roof, Jenkins did not do anything against the gentleman's demeanor of "sniffing".

　　 Use the same paper at the end of the letter, and write down two pages of math problems slowly.

　　 "A very simple classical probability problem, you don’t even use integrals."

　　 Jenkins analyzed all the topics with some interest, he did not know the academic level of the world. But since tutors can already teach this kind of complex probability problem, the rudiments of points should also appear in top universities, right?

　　 Although this was only a high school problem in the previous life.

　　 For reasons he didn't even want to understand, Jenkins didn't get off at the post office, but went directly to the old antique shop. During the lunch break, he borrowed paper and pens from his father. First, I apologized frankly. I opened the envelope to find out whose letter it was. Then I answered all the questions one by one, sealed it with the original letter, and prepared to mail it in the evening.

　　 "The math is very good, but the characters are too ugly."

　　 Dad would naturally not comment on what Jenkins did, but he hit his font mercilessly.

"Maybe that Miss Mary thought I was a math madman, that kind of weird Frankenstein... and I just did good deeds. Run is not the capital of the Kingdom of Hampavo. Is it? If I don’t help her, the lady may not have time to send another letter."

　　 Jenkins shrugged and explained the mathematical symbols of the previous life in the letter in straightforward language, while the old man was a helpless expression of "young people are always like this".

　　 After returning the letter, Jenkins secretly looked forward to receiving a reply again, but the capital of the Kingdom of Hampavo is in the far north of this continent. He used ordinary postal methods to save money. If the letter can arrive safely, even if the lady whose pen name is "Mary" immediately replied, I am afraid it will be next month.

　　 "Mathematics Genius" Jenkins left the matter behind after a few days.

　　 looked down at the jet black flintlock pistol in front of him.

　　 "Father, what does this mean?"

　　 "Clean up and go out with me. I received the news that a batch of good goods came from the dock warehouse. Maybe you can meet good things."

　　 The old man said quickly, and threw the coat that Jenkins was wearing to him.

　　 "But why bring a pistol? Is this the so-called gangster deal?"

　　 Jenkins still feels puzzled, especially the old man can easily pull out a gun full of bullets from the counter.

　　 "Don't talk nonsense, just for self-defense."

　　 While talking, he put the same pistol away and counted out a few brass bullets and put them into the inner pocket of his jacket.

　　 "Young man, relax and self-defense. By the way, let you go to Mr. Ink's club to practice guns. You always insist on going, right?"

　　 There was a smile on his face.

　　 The terrified Jenkins followed his father along the main road to the dock area, and then as expected, went into an alley. Ten minutes later, the two came to a dilapidated bungalow.

　　 A young man dressed only in a short shirt squatted in front of the room boredly looking at the ants, and glanced up at the two of them.

　　 "Daddy Oliver, is it a bit late this time?"

　　 "The apprentice lost some time."

　　 The old man greeted him skillfully, and the janitor carefully wrote down Jenkins's face.

　　 "Go in, many old customers have already turned around."

Chapter 34, Chapter 33, Gang Fire Combine?

Dad dragged Jenkins inward, and explained to him in a low voice: "The Kingdom of Fidcicle usually levies very high taxes on antiques imported and exported, so some fishermen or big ship owners will also take in some smuggling business. This kind of stuff usually doesn't go directly to the market, but is first handed over by those of us in the'industry'."

　　 He whispered:

"These people are not gangsters, but just a fixed smuggling team, calling themselves the [Sea Skeleton Federation], but they are actually composed of a group of dockers, fishing boat owners, and local antique dealers. The one who just watched the door was The famous little Jimmy in the slum is actually a pickpocket. You don’t need to talk, just follow me behind, this time just let you have a long view."

　　 "But, this is illegal..."

　　 Jenkins stopped talking.

　　 "Of course, but where there is light, there will be shadows. You are also twenty years old. Don't you still believe that everything is black and white?"

　　 "Of course I know this."

　　 Jenkins pretends to be suddenly realized, but he is talking to himself in his heart. He used to be just an unlearned and unskilled profligate boy. It would be strange if he accepted the things here so easily.

　　 This is the warehouse composed of all the furniture and pipes after the three bungalows are opened. In addition to the guards and principals, there were five or six sellers in it at this time.

　　According to my father, in addition to his colleagues in antique shops, there is also a history professor at a local university.

　　 Following the old man, looking at the bottles, cans, or metal utensils on the ground, Jenkins quietly raised his hand and pressed it to his temple.

　　 hurriedly scanned it, and in the vision of [True Eye], the only light in the warehouse in front of Daddy and Jenkins was shining.

　　 "I just said how could it be so lucky."

　　 But this also means that there should be no accidents during this trip, so Jenkins honestly followed his father and watched him bargain with the seller.

Half an hour later, there were only two buyers in the warehouse. The old man who bought nothing led Jenkins to the small door on the other side of the warehouse. The middle-aged man in the black hat nodded to the old man. Walked out of the warehouse through the small door.

　　 It was another ten minutes of quiet journey. Jenkins did not say a word according to the father's request. They finally stopped in front of a dilapidated small building that was almost covered by steam pipes.

　　 opened the door, a middle-aged man with a shabby beard was lying on a tattered sofa, squinting his eyes and inhaling low-quality tobacco, Jenkins tried to hold his breath without breathing.

　　 "Papa Oliver? How did you find this place?"

　　 The middle-aged man got up unexpectedly, flicked his wrist, put out the match, and then exhaled a light yellow smoke from the corner of his mouth.

　　 "What are you smoking?"

The old man frowned, holding his nose in the smoke, "Brown, isn't there a shipment coming from the dock? Don't fool me with the fakes in front. Dad is not that old yet. I'm bringing a new one this time. This is the first time the apprentices have come to learn more, don't want to embarrass the old man!"

　　 "This is a good thing, one pound can be exchanged for five threads."

　　 Brown shook the thing in his hand triumphantly, and then pointed to the sofa.

　　 "Well, since the old man has taken in new apprentices again, then I will take out the ‘good stuff’. Sit down first, and I’ll be back soon."

After 　　 finished, he walked around the two people and walked out of the room, leaving only an empty room and a broken sofa.

"This is a real gangster. It is said that he is the person who speaks to a big nobleman in Nolan City. Whether it is the antique business or the duty of the church, only such a person can find what we need and do our business. People will often deal with this kind of people."

　　 Daddy explained to Jenkins meaningfully, but Jenkins is still surprised by his current performance.

　　 As expected, none of the antique sellers are normal merchants.

　　 Jenkins wondered whether the "new goods" mentioned by the old man would be the smuggled goods mentioned by Miss Bailing at the party, while waiting here with his old man.

　　 It’s been a little longer, and the old man seems not interested in continuing the conversation. Jenkins clicked his temple boringly, and was surprised to find that the corner of the wall was emitting a dim golden light.

　　 Compared with the badge I saw on the bedside of the ward a few days ago, the gold at this time is like a rust on a gold object.

"What could it be?"

　　 Jenkins thought to himself, but didn't say it. After all, he had no reason to know that there was something underground.

　　 "Is that Mr. Brown an ordinary person? Or an unregistered benefactor? Damn, I have to get into the habit of checking the identities of strangers I meet regularly in the future."

　　 He thought without bounds, and at the same time suddenly came up with the idea of ​​coming in that black robe at night and stealing things from the corner.

　　 "You are crazy!"

He thought his thoughts were funny again, not to mention whether he has the ability to steal, but to know that he is a positive person with a decent job, stealing because of greed, and then losing everything if he is not careful. This is not smart. Human approach.

　　 "What's there, has nothing to do with me."

　　 secretly nodded for his own behavior, Jenkins moved his gaze away from the corner with satisfaction, and then again unexpectedly found three clusters of light spots outside the room.

　　 can see through the aura in the state of [True Eye], which Jenkins discovered when he first saw Pency and was censored. He also tested it in his daily life, and later found that the range of perspective was related to the strength of the aura and the thickness of the barrier. Unfortunately, it is impossible to quantify the strength of the aura, otherwise Jenkins will be able to draw a specific relationship.

　　 It is a pity that only aura can be seen through perspective.

　　 "The gifter?"

　　 Jenkins was taken aback, and then found that the three piles of light spots were getting bigger and bigger—they were moving fast towards here.

"Be careful!"

　　 Daddy actually issued a warning earlier than Jenkins. He was in a state of meditation with his eyes closed, but suddenly he opened his eyes and took out the pistol with a stroke of his old hand on his waist.

　　 "Something is wrong."

　　 He stood up and faced the door, whispered warning.

　　 Jenkins also stood up, only to hear a slight crackling sound from outside, and the three piles of light spots in the field of vision were entangled together, and one of them would burst into light from time to time.

　　 Dad took out a bullet from his pocket without saying a word and threw it to Jenkins:

　　 "Stay here and don't move. Put this in the gun. This is a sanctified bullet, which has extra lethality to non-righteous believers."

　　 After finishing, he rushed out of the room neatly, and Jenkins only had time to see a pool of black bugs popping up from the shadow under Mr. Brown's feet just now and rushing to the other two strange men.

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Chapter 35 Chapter 34 His body exploded!

　　 "Is the luck so bad?"

　　 Jenkins stood against the wall, "seeing" the light spot representing the father also joined the battlefield. The continuous sound of bullets/bullet sounds constantly, but it seems to be more than just a gun.

The perspective of [True Eye] is very weak for the three types of permanent and extraordinary objects. Across the wall of his bedroom, Jenkins can’t see [Mr. Hunter’s fruit plate]. As for the blue feather, it was covered by a towel. Wrap it up to completely block the aura. But at this moment, he can clearly see a dim golden statue glowing object following him under the spot of light representing Mr. Brown.

　　 "I probably guessed what happened, but if this is the case, it would be too unlucky..."

　　 Even worse things happened very quickly. Jenkins thought it was enough for him to hide. He fully trusted his father-he had the most light points. But after another sound similar to an explosion, a man smashed through the door and flew in.

　　 He rolled around on the ground a few times before hitting the wall before stopping.

　　 raised his head, the two of them looked at each other.

　　嘭~

　　 White smoke came out of the muzzle, and Jenkins, whose heart was beating violently, breathed out and put down the pistol.

　　 "Sorry."

　　 He said to the ungained corpse, who still had a surprised expression on his face, red and white from the small hole in his forehead.

　　 "At least my marksmanship is not bad."

　　 Jenkins tried to suppress the fear of the fact of murder in his heart, and looked at the corpse in a blink of an eye. The light spots that represented ability were gradually extinguishing, and there was a very dim yellow light in the pocket of his shirt.

　　 "The color is so weak? Is it a temporary item strengthened through ritual, a charm or a weapon?"

　　 He guessed, but didn't take the time to search the body. Repeatedly confirming that the man's light spot was completely extinguished, Jenkins swallowed and rushed out with a gun.

　　 Outside the door, Mr. Brown was lying on the ground like a tattered pocket, the spot of light was disappearing, and the old man was entangled by the thread emerging from the only stranger. His movements at the moment were as rigid as a puppet.

　　 This is why Jenkins rushed out to help.

　　嘭!

　　 Jenkins pulled the trigger again, this time it was the special bullet. The stranger couldn't dodge, and was hit by a bullet/bullet in his right arm, but the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

　　 "Be careful, he is a member of [Light Chaser Club]!"

　　 [Light Chaser Club] is a real "illegal association". Jenkins heard from his father. They are a group of benefactors who think that "human beings become light" can escape the coming "catastrophe that will end the world". The reason for the illegality is not only because all its members are unregistered gifts, but also because they believe in a cruel evil god.

　　 "Where did Ronnie go?"

　　 The stranger grinned and showed a terrifying smile to Jenkins.

"died."

　　 Jenkins replied expressionlessly, his hands kept moving, reloading the bullets and firing them again.

　　 originally wanted to hit the heart, but hit the head. The man was still not dead, but turned his head to look at Jenkins with interest.

　　 "That waste is dead? Very good!"

　　 His line entangled the old man, but the same old man also restricted his movement. Jenkins was not worried that he would be beaten to death.

　　 "May [Inheritance of the sages] bless you, and your brilliance will illuminate the path of mankind."