But this still makes him feel very good. After all, it is his first achievement in this world.

　　 The name of the fairy tale collection has troubled him for a long time. Although he became a copywriter, it would be too cheeky if it was called "Jenkins Fairy Tales" or "Williamt Fairy Tales" directly.

　　 The two names of "Andersen's Fairy Tales" and "Grim's Fairy Tales" cannot be mentioned rashly because they cannot explain the source. Therefore, the final selected name is "Stories of Foreigners". Jenkins believes that this represents the source of the story. Both Mr. Bro and the old painter think that children nowadays like this mysterious name.

　　 Both book printing and illustration drawing take time, so it takes a long time to make money and move.

　　 "I hope someone likes my book."

　　 Jenkins prays to the sage every day, like a true believer, but this is unavoidable.

　　 Because of Jenkins's bravery and loyal qualities in last week's events, Dad's favorability for him has been even greater. When he was chatting one day, he "accidentally" told about the existence of the black market of gifters in the local area.

　　The black market is certainly not compliant, but as the old man said, where there is light, there are shadows. The church certainly knows the existence of the black market, but it has always kept one eye closed. The black market merchants are also very cooperative and never cause trouble.

　　 There are many entrances to the black market. As the old man said, in the remote pig's head bar, Jenkins decided to take a look at it during his weekly vacation.

　　 He cautiously purchased a set of large robes and a long-brimmed sunhat, entered the empty bar and ordered a glass of "Fire Whiskey" to the bartender, and then discharged nine copper pennies.

　　 "Mr. 349 introduced it."

　　 He whispered.

　　 The bartender nodded, took out a funny rabbit mask from under the bar and handed it to Jenkins, then the two went around to the backyard of the bar, Jenkins walked down the entrance of the cellar.

　　The black market is located underground in Nolan City. It was originally an abandoned sewer, but later it was used as a trading place by somebody, and it gradually developed into its current scale.

　　According to the old man, the black market has hidden managers. They or they closed the sewer pipe where the black market was located from elsewhere, and left dozens of upward exits as entrances. Entrances like Pig’s Head Bar, in addition to charging a small toll, are also responsible for alerting and collecting information.

　　 There are not many people, and most of the people who pass by are dressed like Jenkins and wear masks. Only merchants who sell items will light a candle. This is the rule here, so the entire black market is extremely dim, with only sporadic candlelights.

　　 After walking down the pipe, Jenkins walked twenty steps to the east, then turned left into another pipe, and found a man in black robes with a crystal skull in front of him.

　　 "The molting of the three skeleton snakes must be nitrated; one ounce of bone meal from the right leg of the Timberwolves."

　　 He whispered.

　　 From a normal line of sight, there are only a few candle lights in the sewer, but after opening the [Eye of Reality], my eyes are immediately flooded with colorful light.

　　 After Jenkins finished running for his father, he felt that he was lucky lately, and maybe he could miss out and buy some good things. It turns out that as long as there is a color in their eyes, the lowest price is all higher than 500 pounds, and most people only accept barter.

　　 It was still early, and a somewhat disappointed Jenkins was searching in the dim sewer according to his original plan. When passing through a deep shadow somewhere, he called out the black robe soaked in spirituality, and no one noticed his change of clothes at all.

　　 It took another half an hour to find a squatting clown in the corner. Among the benefactors are so-called mercenaries and detectives, and this clown is one of the few trustworthy middlemen.

　　 "I need to investigate one thing."

　　 He whispered.

　　 "What price? Are there any special requirements?" the clown asked in a hoarse voice.

　　 "It's just a small thing, about 15 pounds."

　　 The clown nodded, "Wait a minute, come back in half an hour."

　　 He reached out and put out the candle under his feet and quickly left, disappearing into the darkness at the other end of the sewer. Jenkins curled his mouth while smelling the faint burnt smell in the air.

　　 He didn't have any interest in going on shopping, and he stood still and leaned on the dirty pipe wall and waited.

Half an hour later, the clown that appeared in a hurry asked Jenkins to follow. The two left the area of ​​the sewer black market, turned a few bends in the completely dark and smelly underground, and then followed the ladder to a reception room that resembled a reception room. local.

　　 There are soft brown fabric sofas, neat wool-printed carpets, and brass-colored steam pipes extending into the room from the corners, but the gas lamps connected to them are not on.

　　The only lighting is a candle on a low wooden table surrounded by four sofas.

　　 A woman with flaxen hair had already sat down on the sofa, and the clown nodded at her and went down the ladder himself.

　　 The woman's face is not very clear under the light of the candle. If you look closely, it is a very ordinary face, and you will forget it when you look at it in the crowd. But Jenkins could see that the yellow light spot in front of the woman was shining, and it seemed that this was not her true face.

　　 "A lot of houses were burned in the fire at the dock last week. I need you to investigate the history of those houses to see if they are related to the benefactor."

　　 Yes, Jenkins is still thinking about the origin of the metal cube. He didn't dare to investigate with his true identity, and he couldn't hire a good detective with the money in his hands, so he could only think of this method.

　　 "30 pounds, the fire last week was related to the believers of [Billions of Glory Lord]. This matter is very dangerous."

　　 The woman's voice is also a little weird, it should be false.

　　 The truth about the fire is of course not announced to the outside world. This woman has very good news.

　　 "15 pounds, it has nothing to do with the cause of the fire, I just want to investigate those houses."

　　 "25 pounds, this matter is very troublesome, there is still martial law by the Orthodox Church."

　　 "20 pounds, this is not illegal, I only need information that is difficult to collect."

　　 "22 pounds, I will give you the answer within three weeks, I will pay the agency fee."

　　 "Yes."

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　　 Jenkins nodded and ended the bargaining. He took out the banknotes in his pocket and put it on the table, then passed the candle in the center of the table and pushed it to the woman sitting on the opposite sofa.

　　 "The advance payment of £7 will be paid in the remaining three weeks."

　　 The woman nodded and grabbed the golden pound on the table:

　　 "Since you can find the middleman clown, you should have heard of the reputation of the huntress. Please rest assured about this, and you will directly find the middleman in three weeks."

　　 Jenkins nodded again, without saying a word, turned around the sofa, opened the trapdoor on the floor and went underground.

　　Jenkins doesn't know who the huntress is, but the middleman, the clown, was recommended by the old man. He has been active in the underground black market of Nolan for more than ten years and has a very good reputation. That's why he was able to boldly pay a huge sum of 7 pounds, and in the end he didn't even ask for a receipt.

　　 The premise is that there is something like a receipt.

　　 Dad didn't ask Jenkins what he wanted to do, but just told him not to expose his identity easily. Jenkins is also quite aware of this. After bidding farewell to the middleman, he went around the black market a few times, bought some commonly used ceremonial materials, then changed back to his original costume in the shadows, and returned to the ground from the cellar of the bar.

　　 I didn't have good luck in the black market, but I did it in the antique shop. On the second day, Jenkins had just arrived at his father's place and was about to clean up first. Amidst the sound of bells, a fat woman in a bloated sweater hurriedly walked in the door.

　　 It is still August [The Moon of the Craftsman and the Rain], this costume is definitely not suitable for this season.

"is the boss around?"

　　 The fat woman asked with a rough voice to Jenkins who was holding the rag. Jenkins nodded hesitantly, opened the side door and called the old man in the backyard.

　　 "Good morning guest, can I help you?"

　　 There was a standard business smile on Father Oliver's face.

"Yes it is."

　　 The woman nodded neatly, took out a small cloth bag from her arms and unfolded it on the counter. Inside were all kinds of small badges.

　　 "Oh~"

　　 Jenkins, who opened the [Eye of Reality], exclaimed in his heart that two of the badges were actually shining.

　　 "How much is it worth?"

　　 the woman asked hurriedly, speaking quickly.

　　 "Please wait, I need to verify that these badges seem to belong to different times..."

　　 "Please quote a price, I have an urgent matter!"

　　 The woman interrupted Dad roughly, and Dad frowned and looked at her.

　　 "Sorry, ma'am, we are a professional antique shop here, not a second-hand goods purchasing station. I must appraise it before quoting, otherwise my peers will say I don't follow the rules."

　　 "Forget it!"

　　 The fat woman grabbed the cloth bag and turned around to leave. Jenkins hesitated and stopped her.

"please wait."

　　 The woman looked at Jenkins with suspicion. After all, Jenkins's current image is just a cleaner.

　　 "3 pounds, I want to buy it as a gift for my brother, he has finally gone home recently."

　　 "10 pounds!"

　　 The woman doesn't care about Jenkins's rhetoric at all.

　　 "2 pounds, I'm just interested."

　　 "5 pounds, I want cash."

　　 "1 pound and 12 pence, if you agree, I can give you money now."

　　 There was a dangerous expression on the woman's face that she wanted to grab the porcelain bottle aside and cut a hole in Jenkins's head. But she still pursed her lips, squinted her eyes and nodded, stepped forward and grabbed the banknotes Jenkins had counted, stuffed the cloth bag in his arms, turned her head and left the store.

　　 "What's wrong, how many banknotes are there?"

　　 The old man just looked at him with a smile when the two were talking, and asked after the woman left.

　　 "I didn't count it clearly, but after paying the coachman the fare in the morning, the rest will definitely not exceed 1 pound and 10 pence... I originally wanted to count it, and then pay from my jacket pocket."

　　 The old man laughed. "She probably won't come back to ask you for money. This kind of person is either a thief who is eager to sell stolen goods, or an improper professional who has taken things that shouldn't be taken."

　　 "You won't get into trouble, right?"

　　 Jenkins was suddenly worried.

　　 "Don't worry, don't worry. When the old man came to this street to open a shop, the steam pipes hadn't been laid here, but no one could take advantage of me."

　　 "Very good, very domineering."

　　 Jenkins said in his heart.

　　 He took the small cloth bag and walked to the counter, took out all the badges and put them on the table.

　　 "Trouble me to take a look, I really feel that the things here are attractive to me."

　　 The old man nodded, took out a pair of small eyes from his jacket pocket and placed them in front of his eyes, activating his abilities and rubbing dozens of badges one by one.

　　 After a while, he picked one out and put it aside.

　　 "I regret giving you this deal, this one is [Extraordinary]."

　　 "Daddy didn't find the blue light exposure?"

　　 Jenkins was a little surprised, and showed it on his face for other reasons.

　　 "Really? Very lucky!"

　　 "Smelly boy, I made this kind of thing early in the morning."

The old man snorted with a smile, "Wait, I'll help you take a closer look at what they can do. You should have some of your own items in your hand. The last time, if Brown had not put a bomb on him, we would both. It's over."

　　 "Don't you need to turn in the church?"

　　 Jenkins said hesitantly.

　　 "Our responsibility is mainly to monitor the ‘dangerous’ items circulating on the market, do you understand?"

　　 Don't say anything meaningful, old man.

　　 "Understand! Understand!"

　　 means that if you are not dangerous, you can intercept yourself, as long as the church doesn't find it!

　　 "Sure enough, the old man has been here for so many years, not to mention the family status, but the supernatural objects in his hands, I am afraid that he can surpass everyone I have seen."

　　 It is not unreasonable to think so. Jenkins has recently learned a lot of occult knowledge, and also learned that the ability to identify objects is extremely rare, and his own [True Eye] has never been recorded. There are probably no more than three gifters who can directly identify items in Nolan City. The role played by this little old man in the antique shop in the church is definitely no less than that of a higher-level combatant.

　　 "Just test your learning effect during this period."

　　 took out the badge separately, the old man pointed to the remaining badge and said:

　　 "Now tell me what period they belong to and what their value is."

　　 Jenkins nodded, stretched out his hand, and first picked out three newer ones.

　　 "This is a modern handicraft, it should be a commemorative badge, it is worthless."

　　 Dad nodded slightly.

　　 "This should be the badge awarded to the lower martial arts nobles when the Kingdom of Chessland was founded. I have seen it in the book. The reference price is about 10 pounds."

　　 Dad nodded again.

Section 40, Chapter 39 [Medal of Wisdom]