He seems to have investigated the structure of the castle and the area open to the outside world in advance, and knows which places can be entered and which places are worth entering without having to look specifically for it.

During the 　　 period, the two also met some colleagues, including but not limited to illegal antique dealers, university professors, shop owners and outsiders of the auction house.

　　 None of them are younger than 40, and in Jenkins' view, most of them are gifters.

　　 "I have a bad feeling."

　　 He thought silently in his heart, but because there was no evidence, he couldn't persuade the old man to leave this place where it was right and wrong.

　　 "Daddy, are there any legends around here? For example, haunted houses, dragons falling from the sky, or treasures of brave men?"

"I have never heard of it. Recently, there have been some haunted rumors in the city, but there has never been one here... Endon Town is so close to the downtown area of ​​Nolan, the church and the police have not known to check. How many times I have been, I usually read less those knight novels and read more historical materials I have selected for you."

　　 The old man hated iron and said, Jenkins could only give up his attempt.

　　 There are indeed some valuable things in the castle. I don't know whether they were hired temporarily or the male servants who came from the royal capital with the stray boy scattered around the castle, telling everyone about the prices of the items.

　　 But this estimate is obviously problematic, because the father never hesitated after hearing the price, and all asked the servants to put stickers with his own name on it, which meant that this thing was ordered by Father Oliver.

　　 "If they can't be sold, what will happen to these things?"

　　Walking down the deep castle corridor, Jenkins asked.

　　 "First, antique dealers choose, then furniture dealers. After all, these are things used by nobles, and those upstarts who got rich overnight are still willing to buy them back to install the facade."

　　 Dad is familiar with this, because those nouveau riche also visit his antique shop and buy some old-looking and historic antiques at home. Dad promises that those are really antiques, but he does not guarantee that there will be no price increases.

　　 Jenkins also opened his [True Eyes] to scan everywhere with the mentality of picking up cheap, but all the things that were publicly sold were mortal things, which made him a little disappointed.

　　Walking down from the left tower of the castle, the two of them came all the way to the underground warehouse. Castles of this size generally have this structure. I heard that this was a dungeon before, but after the kingdom severely cracked down on the abuse of lynching, it was transformed into a cellar.

"a little cold."

　　 As soon as he stepped across the double-opened oak door, Jenkins shivered.

　　 "There may be something unclean."

　　 The old man said indifferently, "What are you afraid of? This is the place that is not used frequently and where people used to die. The yin here is still thin. Just don't stay for a long time."

　　 "Are there really ghosts?"

　　 Jenkins is afraid of his father's ridicule, so he can only think about it in his heart. He put his hand in his pocket, expecting the pistol from the old man, the bullets/bullet in it is a special type.

　　 There are three other men in the warehouse that have arrived a long time ago. They are Professor Burns, Mr. Sanders from the Kimberley auction house, and Chewell, a fat man who is also an antique dealer.

　　His shop is in the Sabine district where William's house lives, and he is considered to be his father’s companion.

　　 "It's all rubbish."

　　 Hearing the footsteps, Chewell turned around and shrugged to his father, then complained: "I thought the aristocratic castle could have good things, but I didn't expect the underground warehouse to be all these damaged tables, chairs and benches."

　　 "Didn't you walk inside? I think the underground area is huge."

　　 "Yes, after all, it was transformed into a dungeon. I heard that a lot of farmers who didn't pay taxes on time were imprisoned here a hundred years ago. I saw a puddle of blood in the corner just now. God knows what it is."

　　 It was Mr. Sanders who was speaking. He was wearing a khaki safari suit and a brown hat. Compared to the employees of the auction house, he was more like a detective in Jenkins's imagination.

　　 Five men/ stood together and talked for a while, greeted the male servant who was guarding the door of the basement, asked for five oil lamps, and marched towards the depths of the basement together.

　　 "It's really big."

　　 Jenkins is the youngest, has no right to speak here, and has remained silent. On the way here, the old man introduced the huge underground structure here. The old Duke Francis, the former owner, only used it in summer, so the basement is completely unnecessary. Out of cost-saving considerations, he did not install steam pipes, so the underground can only be illuminated by external light sources.

　　As they walked forward, the five people looked at the various ages and were left here without furniture by the castle owner. Most of them have lost their previous color, but occasionally there are unexpected gains.

　　 "I feel something is taking a picture of me."

　　 Fatty Chewell grumbled dissatisfiedly, and the other people were taken aback, because there was no one around him.

　　 Jenkins' eyes cannot see evil spirits and the like from a long distance, because the spirit body contains too little spirit, his eyes cannot distinguish such thin colors. Perhaps this situation can be changed after the level of the bestower is raised again.

　　 "Illusion right?"

　　 Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Chewell dangled the oil lamp in his hand, not paying attention.

　　PS: I revised a detail in the previous chapter. Miss Bailing did not mention the three colors of chain ability, so I declare here.

Chapter 57, Chapter 55, Own Golden House in the Book

　　 Fat Chewell didn't see the face of Professor Burns, who was closest to him, and turned white.

　　 "What's wrong with you?"

　　 Jenkins asked him in a low voice, the professor is a gifter, although he is only level three, he is also better than him.

　　 "It's a bit cold here, we might as well go up and change clothes first, and then come back."

　　Professor weakly put forward a bad reason, but Jenkins, Papa Oliver, and Mr. Sanders immediately agreed-except for the fat Chewell, they are all benefactors.

　　Since the others are leaving, the wealthy old antique dealer hesitantly looked into the darkness in the distance, nodded and then returned, but he frowned before he took a few steps.

　　 "Hey, why do you feel that there is water dripping on my head?"

　　 Jenkins trembled in his heart, subconsciously wanted to raise his head, but was immediately pulled by his father, and ran towards the basement exit.

　　 "Run!"

　　 He didn't say why, but Jenkins could also feel that the temperature around here was dropping rapidly, and something was moving in the darkness swept by the afterglow. He activated his abilities, and the speed under his feet was getting faster and faster, so it became that he was pulling his father to run.

　　 The speed of the two is the fastest among the five, but there is obviously a problem here, and the light of the exit is gone.

　　 paused breathlessly, the old man took out his pistol and pointed it at the back, hurried footsteps from far and near, the three people appeared one after another.

　　 Seeing the old man's pistol held high, they raised their hands in unison.

　　 "What did you see just now?"

　　 Dad asked Professor Xiang in a low voice, and he looked back embarrassedly.

　　 "A **** hand."

"is it this one?"

　　 Jenkins pointed to the rear of the crowd in horror. Even if he knew that this emotion was abnormal, he couldn't control it. The horror that seemed to be engraved in the soul, flooded him like a tide.

　　 "This is panic technique!"

　　 The old man roared and fired a shot into the dark depths. The sound of the gunshot awakened the four people with great fear.

　　 "The evil spirits that have a constant fear technique, we can't afford to provoke them, run!"

　　 He warned in a low voice, but where could he go?

　　 The kerosene lamps in the hands of the five flickered at the same time, and after a few seconds, it was completely dark.

　　 Jenkins felt someone on the right side pulling him. That hand was very cold, but it was unlucky that it was pulling Jenkins' right hand. When the ice fist was activated, this hand was even colder!

Snapped!

　　 There was a soft sound, and Jenkins felt what he had hit.

　　 He whispered the name of his companion, but there was no response.

　　 was stunned for a moment, and there was no attack again. He took out the candle he had been immersed in for a long time from his spirit. The bright yellow flame shook in the thin air, but it never went out.

　　 "Heh~"

　　 Jenkins showed an ugly expression on his face, and the darkness was temporarily dissipated. He was now facing the stone wall at the edge of the basement, but unlike the side, the stone wall exposed a circular hole with a dazzling white light inside.

　　 "Cracked Realm?"

　　 He whispered, surprised.

　　 looked back at the deep darkness behind him, he could feel that there must be something there, something weird would curl up in the darkness and look at himself, but he couldn't see the other person.

　　 "Pray for the goddess to watch?"

　　 Thinking of a solution in his mind, he moved his left hand toward his pocket, but he immediately felt the presence in the dark move. This was a warning.

　　 "Well, I accept my fate!"

　　 As he said, he retracted the candle, then lifted his foot into the white light.

　　 The basement was quiet and dark again. A black and white kitten walked silently to the place where Jenkins stood just now, "meow~" and turned and plunged into the deeper darkness.

　　 seems to have passed through a thin film of water, and an indescribable dazzling white light gleamed in front of his eyes. The moment and eternity had no meaning at this time, and bizarre fantasies kept flashing before his eyes.

　　 After all the dust settled, Jenkins squatted on the ground, breathing heavily.

　　 He raised his eyes and looked forward, almost blinded by the overwhelming golden flashes.

　　 "Yes, it's all gold."

　　 Daddy’s voice sounded around him, his expression a little ugly, and Professor Burns and Mr. Sanders, like Jenkins, had not yet adapted to the transformation of space.

　　 This is a palace made entirely of gold. The floor is gold, and the pillars of the palace are gold. Even the throne on the farthest high platform with golden python ornaments is also gold.

　　 There are two-finger-high gold powder scattered under his feet, and the palace is surrounded by shiny golden objects. This is simply a palace of gold!

　　 "You all know where this is, right?"

　　 Dad asked the other two people. They smiled bitterly and looked at each other and nodded, "I didn’t expect that Father Oliver is also a benefactor...We know this is a treacherous state."

　　 "Where is Mr. Chewell?"

　　 Jenkins asked in a low voice, his father didn't turn his head, his voice was a little cold, "We walked in here just now. Since he didn't show up, he is dead."

　　 This is the end of a treacherous land with no talent. Barnard's "betting on life" at the beginning of Jenkins's journey is not a joke.

　　 But since all five people have been forced into this place, what exactly is that terrifying evil spirit going to do?

　　 Before I had time to ask, a calm man's voice came into my ears.

　　 "Welcome to welcome, distinguished guests, and please forgive me for not going out to welcome me personally."

　　 His grammar and accent are very strange. The four of them looked at the source of the sound and saw a thin old man sitting on the golden throne.

　　 "Fighting is something that rashers like. What we like more is knowledge. Knowledge is gold. You all agree on this point!"

　　 He didn't stand up, but the four of them stepped on the golden dust all over the ground uncontrollably, and stiffly walked under the throne.

　　 "Rule: Everyone asks me three questions. If I give the answer and you get the knowledge, then it becomes gold to stay with me. If I can't answer, you can leave."

　　 After getting closer, Jenkins found that the tall and thin old man had no expression when he spoke, and his tone had not changed. It doesn't look like a real person, but even so, no one dared to look into his eyes.

　　 "Goddess is here!"

　　 Jenkins prayed in his heart. Just now, his sight only skipped the golden eyes without whites, and his heart seemed to have stopped beating. Subconscious prayer is just a habit, but my heart feels a lot more peaceful.

　　 "Who will come first?"

　　 The rule-makers who exist in the sly realm can't resist, just like the black-robed people last time, the old man said that they are like gods in this fragmented space.

　　 Is there any exaggeration in the statement here? Jenkins is unclear, but the expression on his face was serious at the time.

　　 He looked at his father, and the two stood together tacitly.

　　PS: Let me emphasize that the trick in this article can be understood as a powerful SCP that is completely unreasonable. In the game's language, the priority is very high.

Section 58 Chapter 56 Questions and Answers

　　 Those who try first must take some risks. Professor Burns and Mr. Sanders also know this. But they didn't form an alliance against "Papa Oliver and his apprentice", but looked at each other vigilantly.

　　Mr. Sanders grinned, his right hand was suddenly raised, and a bunch of very thin transparent silk thread shot out from his wrist and stuck to the professor's chest.

　　 Professor froze immediately.

　　 "You come first, otherwise you will be killed."

　　 He said, then squinted his eyes and turned his head with a smile, and said to the old man, "I'm the second one, is this okay?"

　　 He seemed to be very clear, he would definitely not be able to beat the old man at his own level. In a place where any ability like the treacherous realm can only be used once, he can live better by seeing the situation clearly.

　　 Dad did not speak, this is the default behavior.

　　 "You may not know what these lines are."

　　Mr. Sanders warned the professor, "But you should be able to feel the heart discomfort. Don't play tricks!"

Professor 　　 pursed his mouth and pushed his eyes lightly. He didn't look at the old man or Jenkins for help, but nodded slightly: