He is slightly fat, with a protruding belly, and wearing a brown waistcoat with silver buttons. He looks a bit like Mr. Blow, the bookseller. In Jenkins's view, this should be a middle-class or even upper-class gentleman with a rich life and a successful career.

"What's going on here?"

　　 Miss Bevanna frowned and asked, this is a church, so loud noises are absolutely forbidden. Press down with the right hand, and the noisy sound immediately disappeared.

　　 "Sorry."

　　 Captain Bincy asked the players to control him, his legs bowed his head and apologized:

　　 "Today it was our team's turn to night patrol. I found him at the intersection of Hamster Lane and Second Steam Avenue. I think it should be A-12-02-4099, so I brought him back."

　　 "Go to the secret guard, and be careful not to let him talk anymore."

"Ok."

　　 He waved his hand and escorted the middle-aged man away.

　　 Jenkins looked back at them with a surprised expression. There was indeed a black aura on the middle-aged man.

　　 "A-12-02-4099, a dream of an ancient god."

　　 Before Jenkins could ask any questions, Miss Bevanna took the initiative to introduce them. The two did not continue walking, but instead looked at the double moon in the sky while holding on to the railing of the courtyard corridor:

"This is a crook that can be transmitted through the information itself, so it is normal for you to not understand it. It is an extremely weird phenomenon. In fact, even among all the crooks numbered and recorded by the Orthodox Church, it is also the most Strange."

　　 "Can you tell me more about it?"

　　 Jenkins asked tentatively, the pretending Chocolate opened his left eye and looked in the direction where the group of people had disappeared, and then closed his eyes comfortably. .

"Oh, of course, you should also know some information in this regard. After all, the blessings of the sages have been blessing you. This is a phenomenon without any signs, but the target is only humans. They claim that they suddenly realized that we The world of this world is unreal. The dream of a great ancient **** is all of this world. The moment the ancient **** wakes up, the world will collapse, and the only way to escape the destiny of destruction is to believe in that ancient god."

　　 smiled and shook his head, and added:

　　 "They firmly believe this and tell others what they think. And the human beings who hear them have a very low chance of believing and infecting [the dream of the ancient gods]."

　　 Jenkins nodded and smacked his mouth:

　　 "Then what is the name of the dreaming **** they call?"

Chapter 415 Chapter 409 The Funeral of Augustus

　　 "Name? Oh, do you believe it too?"

　　 asked Miss Bevanna, tilting her head.

　　 "No, just curious."

　　 This kind of thing cannot be thought deeply, the more you think, the more terrifying it feels.

"A mortal cannot recite the real name of a god. Once it is pronounced, it will wake up the ancient **** sleeping in the boundless chaos, causing the world to collapse prematurely. This is how the infected person of [Ancient God’s Dream] explained it. Okay, don’t Consider this matter again, it will increase the possibility of you being infected. You know? Nolan’s Orthodox Church is going to give you a medal of honor in these days to thank you for your help."

　　 Jenkins nodded again, first looked up at the moon in the sky, then lowered his head and closed his eyes, slowly drawing the sage's square holy emblem on his chest.

　　 Regardless of whether this world is real or not, Jenkins's life continues. Because it has been confirmed that he will leave on Monday and stay in Bel Dylan for at least a week, he must take advantage of the weekend to finish the matter at hand.

　　 The funeral of Mr. Augustus will be held on Friday, and he will be buried with his ancestors in the ruined cemetery.

　　 A part of the legacy is allocated to the maintenance of the cemetery, and a professional executor is responsible for supervision, while Jenkins is responsible for supervising the executor.

　　 The number of guests attending the funeral was unexpectedly high, and Jenkins later discovered that most of them were local nobles in Nolan. An old local family disappeared, and they needed to witness this moment for whatever reason.

　　 During the funeral, Mr. Lawyer led Jenkins to meet with the executors of other parts of Augustus' estate, who also seemed to be honest and reliable gentlemen.

　　 "If they are unreliable, I will find a way to make them reliable."

　　 Mr. Augustus has no relatives, so Jenkins, as his "best" friend, had to take everyone to remember this gentleman in the chapel.

　　 If it wasn't for the old man who had shown Augustus's information to Jenkins, the scene might be very embarrassing.

　　 In short, Augustus's last name can only be seen in historical documents. At the end of the memory, Jenkins talked about the changes of the times, the end of ancient things, and then the disappearance of the "great Augustus family".

　　 His original intention was to show that nothing is eternal, but except for the approval of the old priest who was invited, the expressions of everyone sitting on the bench were very strange.

　　 Augustus Viscount did not have the financial resources to build a large-scale underground tomb, all he owned was a small grave. The tombstone was selected by Jenkins. Since the Viscount did not leave any explanation, the words above were also selected by Jenkins:

　　【The last descendant of Augustus, the great survivor. 】

　　 After the funeral, a middle-aged gentleman from Berdyland found Jenkins. He was commissioned by the royal family to attend the funeral of the last race of this ancient family. Of course, there was another thing.

　　 "Hello, Baron Williams, this is Stitch Grant."

　　 He pressed his left hand horizontally on his abdomen, and his right hand stretched out naturally. At the same time, his right leg swept back and bowed to Jenkins.

　　 "Hello, Mr. Grant."

　　 Jenkins nodded hesitantly, wondering why this person was looking for himself.

　　 Since the Augustus family has no heirs, the title will naturally be taken back, so this person's arrival is not unexpected, but he and Jenkins seem to have nothing to do.

　　 "I am honored to inform you that you have won this year's Ritter Award. On the 22nd of this month, which is next Thursday, the King will personally present the award to you at the Cold Spring Palace."

　　 While talking, he handed a white envelope with the shape of the royal family crest on the sealing wax.

　　 "Oh, yes, I haven't officially notified me of this matter yet!"

　　 He understood, and while thanking softly, he took the envelope. I didn't open it immediately, but I was still wondering whether the letters inside would be rimmed with gold.

　　 The funeral lasted until about three o'clock in the afternoon. The guests seemed to regard Jenkins as the real heir to the Augustus family property, so whenever someone left, they would chat with him.

　　 This gave him the illusion that he was the owner of this place.

　　 In addition to leaving a large sum of gold for Jenkins, Mr. Augustus also gave him the land near the cemetery. But the area only has this cemetery and the abandoned cemetery on the other side, and there is not much development value.

　　 As for that manor, the auction was commissioned in the will, and the money sold was evenly distributed to the servants who were still working in the manor until the death of Mr. Augustus. The type of deed was signed. Relying on this money, they should be able to live a good life.

　　 Jenkins also wondered whether this ancient family would hide some magical objects. He told his father this idea, and the old man mocked unceremoniously:

"If you were born 300 years ago, you might find it cheap. The Augustus family has long since fallen, and the manor outside the city is not an ancestral home. If there is no family heritage in the relics, then it won’t What's more. Young people, one chance to pick up gold pounds from the street is enough. Fate will not always favor one person."

　　 In short, Jenkins is the last person to leave the cemetery after the funeral. Although it has not been completely repaired, at least the outer iron fence has been reinstalled, and a reliable grave guard has been invited.

　　 He stood at the entrance of the cemetery in a bit of confusion, sighed, closed the iron fence with his own hands, and then turned and left.

　　 Although the psychic board is on him, he is not in the mood to go to the abandoned cemetery to take a look. Walking along the path, the boots made a disgusting sound when they stepped on the mud, and you could see Augustus’ manor from a distance.

　　 The auction time here is next week. Jenkins has asked the bishop for help to supervise the execution of his will during his travels. He also had the key here in his hand, which was given by the lawyer, so he greeted the sleepy gatekeeper and pushed the door in.

　　 Although the excuse is to take a turn and breathe fresh air, Jenkins also knows that deep down in his heart, he still has the fluke mentality of picking up the bargain.

　　 walked along the trail and looked around before discovering that the Kung Fu Garden had been abandoned for a few days. After entering the building, the chocolate was released, and one person and one cat strolled in the deserted manor.

　　 "If it can't be sold here, maybe there will be strange rumors of haunting in many years."

　　 He whispered, Chocola raised his head and glanced at him, flicking his tail ignoring him. Looking up at the portraits of the Augustus family hanging on both sides of the corridor, he really felt that time was ruining all mortals.

Chapter 416 Chapter 410 Ancient Jewelry

　　 On the wall of the corridor separated from the dining room by a wall, a special dye writes the genealogy of the Augustus family on the wall. Jenkins had heard of this item in the last memories of the Viscount, and it was obtained by his father and grandpa together.

　　 stroked the wall with his hand, starting from the first prominent name on the left side of the corridor, and then to the last familiar name, all of this has no witnesses.

　　 expressed a boring feeling, the man and the cat continued to wander aimlessly, Jenkins kept the [Eye of Reality] open all the time.

　　 After coming out of the cellar where the food was stored, he remembered that there is an underground library in the manor, where the rubbings of [Devil's Documents] were found.

　　The underground library is directly below the manor hall, and the entrance is in a guest room. Because the construction time is too long, the mechanism used is not a steam apparatus, but a relatively primitive gear structure.

The area of ​​the 　　 library is not too big. After summoning the starlight ball to illuminate it, you can see it all at a glance when you stand on the downward stone steps. At the same time, there was an object shining with yellow aura in the wall.

　　 "Do you say I should take it away?"

　　 He turned around and asked the cat who was standing at the entrance and looking down.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 It's a pity that Jenkins doesn't understand cat language.

　　 He thought for a while, and thought that this would not harm anyone's interests, and if the next owner here is just an ordinary person, it might cause some trouble for him, so he didn't hesitate anymore.

　　 Through the intensity of the aura, it can be seen that it is behind the wall. First use the flame to heat, and then use the Frost Fist to cool down, concentrate on drawing a chisel in the air with reading and writing, tap it quickly on the wall, and soon find that there is actually a small in the wall behind the bookshelf. Square space.

　　 reached out on tiptoe, fumbled on the inner wall of the grid, and took out two necklaces, three crowns, one bracelet, seven or eight rings, a dozen gold coins of different styles, and four bracelets after a few minutes.

　　 These things are separated and packed in exquisite velvet boxes, wrapped with waterproof tarpaulin, so even after many years have passed, they can still remain clean.

　　 These are all antiques, the troublesome ornaments worn by ancient nobles to show their identity. Jenkins's goal was one of the gold necklaces, which contained a rare black gem set in a honeycomb-like silver shell.

　　 There are some letters engraved on the outer ring of the silver shell, but the light at this time is really invisible. I drew some blue ink and soaked it, and then rubbed the letters with the paper I was wearing.

　　 Under the silver light are some slender ancient characters, which have very obvious characteristics of the 10th era. Unfortunately, this kind of text has been lost, and no one can translate it.

　　 stuffed the velvet-lined boxes into his pocket, and then lightly wiped the gap in the wall, filling the gap with the painted part perfectly. He didn't have much psychological burden for taking these things, because before Sunday was blocked by the auction house, the manor had no owner legally.

　　 (Chocolate yawning...)

　　 Ding Dong~

　　 The bell rang, and Jenkins, who had paid the fare, pushed open the door of the old antique shop.

　　 "Didn't you say you don't use it anymore? You should make more preparations for the next trip."

　　 Daddy is wearing glasses and holding a pencil, sitting on the rocking chair in front of the fireplace, reading some paper drafts. This is the first edition of Frozen, and Jenkins needs some suggestions from readers.

　　 "The luggage is almost packed, there are other things."

　　 He took off his hat and threw it on the counter, then put the chocolate on the carpet in front of the fireplace, and then looked nervously at the door before taking things out of his pocket.

　　 "How come you are like a thief...Oh, God, you robbed the jewelry store?"

　　 Of course, I'm joking. Jenkins, who has only recently inherited his inheritance, will only do those things unless he is crazy.

　　Papa temporarily put down the novel in his hand, took his monocle, and leaned on the counter to start the appraisal. These things are genuine, which is certain, but their history can be traced back to the 16th era which really scared Jenkins.

No matter how precious it is to collect gold and silver jewelry, it is difficult for thousands of years to remain glorious as new. Therefore, even if the old aristocratic bankruptcy is desolate, unless they are about to starve to death, they will rarely sell the jewelry handed down by the family. . This is the only place where they can laugh at the "lucky ones" who got rich overnight. This is the true historical heritage.

　　 "Are you short of money now?"

　　 Old man asked an irrelevant question.

　　 "There is no shortage of money."

　　 The money earned from selling illegal drugs is enough to support the inheritance.

"Then collect it by yourself. Such antiques are difficult to find on the market. It is the most correct way to hold them in your hands until they are passed on to the next generation. Besides, you also need a set when you get married... Okay, I won’t talk about it anymore, don’t show that expression, and don’t let your cat scratch my carpet anymore. Now tell me, how did they come? Why is fate always Do you care so much?"

　　 There is no need to hide this matter, just tell the truth. Jenkins also took out the black gemstone necklace and asked Dad to help find the information.

　　 It is very dangerous to explore the use of a spell item by yourself. Since the last time he was forcibly invited into the gem party by rubbing the lid of the pot, he has never dared to easily touch such potentially dangerous items.

　　 And the old man's sense of morality is absolutely on the same level as Jenkins. He doesn't think that taking things from the manor is wrong. He just asks him to wait patiently for a few days, and he should be able to identify the result before leaving Nolan.

　　 This evening, Jenkins was invited to Miss Audrey’s house. Tonight will be his first astrology lesson, which was almost forgotten.

　　Chocolate naturally followed. The maid of Miss Audrey's house also prepared a soft cat litter like a baby basket for it, but Chocolate only liked to lie on the sofa and watch them.

　　 "Although you are leaving Nolan for a while, our divination course cannot be delayed."

　　 "Isn't it astronomy?"

　　 He only dared to think about it, sitting cross-legged on the carpet like Miss Audrey.

　　 Today, she is wearing a white robe with a silver pattern, and there is the holy emblem of the Hermit of Destiny on the robe. This makes the scene at this time look very formal. Jenkins doesn't know if his outfit is appropriate. He just wears a brown warm vest over a white shirt as he always did.

Section 417 Chapter 411 Farewell and Entrustment

　　 Between Jenkins and Miss Audrey is a stack of cards.

　　 "How much do you know about divination?"

　　 "I don't understand at all."

　　 He tells the truth.

　　 "This is good. Then we start from the most basic. I hope you don't think that these contents are boring. History and traceability are the cornerstones of divination."

"That one......"