Finally, he rolled straight into the white light that was about to disappear.

　　 The icy air flowed into the body from behind, Jenkins held his knees and finally returned to reality.

　　 He opened his eyes and looked around. The professor was beside him, with a pale expression that he wanted to vomit. Because there is no light in the basement, the statue of the old man no longer emits a golden luster.

　　 "Why are you still here?"

Professor 　　 was shocked. After coming out of the treacherous world, he would usually randomly appear in a safe place within three kilometers of the entrance of the treacherous world, but the two of them were obviously still in the basement.

　　 "Since it appears here, it means it is safe now."

　　 Jenkins replied, although the basement is still cold, but I can no longer feel the feeling of being watched.

　　 He squinted his eyes to look at the golden statue of the old man, and saw that the black on his waist that was deeper than the basement suddenly trembled, and the golden statue instantly turned into filthy black.

　　 Suddenly, there seemed to be thousands of pairs of eyes opened from the old man's black body, which seemed to contain the knowledge of the whole world, including all the mysterious eyes staring silently at Jenkins.

　　 He was taken aback, subconsciously backed up, and then tripped to the ground somehow.

　　 Daddy's body gradually recovered his flesh color, and he turned his neck stiffly, looking like a stiff neck.

　　 Professor Burns watched the whole time, but he didn't seem to see the weird eyes that Jenkins saw.

　　 "Why did you fall, are you okay?"

　　 asked the old man with concern.

　　 "It's okay."

　　 patted his head and sat up. He couldn't say that his eyes were seeing too much, and he was hit by accident.

　　When the hand touches the head, the touch feels a little wrong, and there seems to be something on the fingers.

　　 Jenkins rubbed his index finger with his thumb and found that it seemed to be a ring. He was stunned and didn't say it, but took it off and hid it in his pocket.

　　 "I have an item on my body that I got a long time ago, which can help me fall into suspended animation, but it's a one-off."

　　 The old man explained what had happened to the two of them, and the professor nodded without asking more. In Jenkins's eyes, the black of the old man's waist pocket was still there.

　　 He didn't expose the incident, and realized that maybe even the old man didn't know the horror of the thing.

　　 "Thank you."

　　 Daddy looked at Jenkins' eyes and said seriously.

　　 "You're welcome... this kind of conversation is kind of disgusting."

　　 He slapped the old man on the head again.

　　 The three of them helped each other out of the basement. Although the valet at the door was strange, he didn't ask what happened.

　　 Dad found a quiet place and used the triangular piece of paper used last time to pass on the matter here to the church.

　　 "The luck is so good, you all survived."

　　 He sighed to Jenkins and the professor that he was not clear about the things around him during the suspended animation.

"Yes, but I usually read a lot of miscellaneous books, and those math problems are all from the book." Jenkins grinned, "I have gained a lot of spirits this time, plus the one that can make things gold. Gold pellets, this time is considered a big profit."

　　 He looked at the professor, motioned to Dad what to say, and at the same time tried to confuse those math problems.

　　 Professor Burns didn't realize, or deliberately ignored the source of those plain but terrifying mathematical problems, he knew who saved him.

　　 Is it true that people who live for a long time can passively increase their intelligence and social attributes?

　　 "We are actually gifters who belong to the church."

　　 The old man said to the professor, the professor was taken aback, his hand touched his pocket unconsciously, and then nodded with a wry smile.

　　 "I can guess it."

　　 "Then have you heard of the registration law?"

"I know...but the opportunity for me to become a gifter is that I was guided by an unknown existence in my dream. I know that it is definitely not a sage, but it should also be a great existence. Because I am worried that I will be considered deviated. My own beliefs, or be recognized as a believer of evil gods, that’s why I..."

　　 "Then do you still believe in the inherited sage?"

　　 Dad asked seriously.

"Of course!"

　　 Professor Burns's voice became louder in vain.

　　 "The sage is my lifelong belief, and this will never change!"

　　 "That's fine."

　　 Daddy smiled and waved his hand, motioning for him to relax.

"The church has a special test method to test a person's beliefs. Please rest assured. After this incident, because of the eccentricity, it will be reported to the church, so I hope you can register with the church, otherwise... ..."

　　 "Okay, as long as the church still recognizes me as a believer of the sage, there is no problem at all!"

　　 Professor Burns laughed easily, but Jenkins didn't know if it was acting or real.

　　 "Maybe there are such devout believers in this world, right?"

　　 Jenkins, who thought he was very pious, thought so.

　　 The three of them did not dare to stay in the castle, anyway, the old man had passed the matter here to the church. The three greeted the old butler at the gate of the castle, and agreed to hire a car to pull things tomorrow, and then quickly left here under the suspicion of the old butler.

　　 No one noticed, a black and white kitten probed its head in the woods near the castle. It wobbled its tail slightly and followed behind the three of them.

　　 What happened in the treacherous state made Jenkins exhausted. He sat in the car with his father and professor. He took out his pocket watch to see what time it was, but found that the pocket watch was no longer turning.

　　 "You broke when you fell just now?"

　　 He guessed helplessly, touched the few pounds left in his pocket, and said to his father: "I will get out of the car in a while and find a place to fix the pocket watch. This is given to me by John."

　　 The old man who talked with the professor in a low voice nodded. The latter was inquiring about the impact on life after registration.

　　 "By the way, is your book going on sale today? At the Neisser Bros Joint Bookstore on Sophisto Boulevard?"

　　 Jenkins counted the days in his heart, and Mr. Brow said it seems to be today:

　　 "Yes, other booksellers have ordered dozens of copies, but the quantity is very small."

　　 "Are you also a writer?"

　　Professor Burns asked curiously while holding his hat on. Just now the carriage turned upside down and his black hat was tilted aside.

　　 "It's just a fairy tale book."

　　 Jenkins is a little embarrassed. Although he has adapted himself to fit the characteristics of the world, after all, most of his ideas are copied.

Section 62 Chapter 59 Watchmakers and Buyers

　　 Very coincidentally, the watch shop recommended by the professor to Jenkins is on Sophisto Avenue, which is the real business district of Nolan City, where the gentlemen and ladies of the upper class shop.

　　 The air in the city is still so bad, and the weather is a bit gloomy.

　　 The old man asked the coachman to park the carriage on the corner and wait. He was going to buy some Jenkins books, and the professor and Jenkins went to repair the watch.

　　 Looking back and seeing that Dad had entered the bookstore with huge signs, Jenkins immediately approached Professor Burns and whispered

　　 "According to the rules, every treacherous encounter must be reported to the church."

　　 "I understand, we later discovered that as long as we asked about trivial things like next month's steam charges, the master of the treacherous world didn't know the answer."

Professor 　　 nodded to Jenkins, smiled lightly, and strode into the watch line.

　　 It seems that the age attribute can really affect intelligence and social interaction.

　　 is ticking, the clocks and clocks ticking and turning are all over the wall, and the mechanical style is at its utmost in this shop. A brunette man wearing a monocle notices the arrival of the two.

　　 "Hello, can I help you?"

　　 With a gentle smile on his face, his decent and serious clothes, and the fine gears on the table, all indicate that he is a skilled and reliable watchmaker.

　　 "My pocket watch is broken, you can see if you can fix it."

　　 Jenkins handed over the pocket watch, and the professor stretched his head to look at the wall clock on the wall, looking very interested.

　　 At first, I felt that the gears turning and the clock tick sound were very interesting, but it was a little irritating to listen to it too much. In particular, the sound of one of the gears was particularly prominent, almost like a suona sound when a symphony orchestra played. Jenkins frowned to find the source of the sound, but the watchmaker had already checked his pocket watch.

"Okay, it should be that the springs in the dial are entangled because of the collision. Just replace it with another spring. Guests, your watch should be specially customized. Please cherish it. Every timepiece made by a craftsman, All have their own souls."

　　 The pocket watch and the deposit of 1 shilling were left in the watch line. Jenkins walked out with the receipt and the professor, just to see the old man stepping into the car with three books.

　　 "Is there a picture?"

After Professor 　　 sat down, he took the "Stories of Foreigners" handed over by his father, slightly surprised.

　　 The books of this era, except for special purposes, are mostly densely packed pages.

　　 He flipped through it casually, looking very interested, and promised Jenkins to recommend it to the students in school.

　　 Although it is a fairy tale, Professor Burns seems to think that it can also be regarded as a love story-he just turned to the section where the sleeping beauty was awakened by the prince's kiss.

　　 The carriage stopped in front of the old father's antique shop, and a somewhat familiar middle-aged man with a serious face stood at the entrance of the street waiting for everyone.

　　 He nodded slightly to the old man and Jenkins, then glanced at the professor, motioned for him to follow, and the two then got into another carriage.

　　 "I seem to have seen him, during the treatment in the hospital, and the stormy night."

　　 Jenkins said hesitantly.

　　 "Yes, he is here to take Professor Burns to church...Is the manpower scarce now to this level..."

　　 The old man whispered, took out the bronze key from the dark coat pocket and opened the big lock hung in front of the door. He turned the cardboard at the door and replaced it with "in business".

　　 Jenkins’ book was placed on the counter by his father. He turned a few pages. Although he had received a trial print from Mr. Bro a few days ago, he still needs to check it.

　　 "Mr. Grant's drawing skills are awesome!"

　　 He sighed, the old man really understood his requirements for childish drawings with a two-dimensional style.

　　 "After all, he is a painting teacher for the noble ladies, of course."

　　 Daddy walked in through the side door and handed a stack of paper to Jenkins:

　　 "Write a report about the deceitful situation and give it to me within a week."

　　 "Okay, sir."

　　 Jenkins put away the stack of papers before thinking of another thing: "The professor and I both harvested a gold nugget in this treacherous realm. Do you need to hand it over..."

　　 "No need, that's your own thing."

　　 Dad waved his hand, and then remembered one more thing:

　　 "I almost forgot. Tomorrow, I will dress more neatly. Someone wants to buy your "Earth and Harvest" commemorative badge."

　　 Jenkins almost forgot about this, he nodded: "Which one, nobleman, or a large farmer who believes in the Mother of the Earth?"

　　 "It's Miss Mihail."

　　 Brian Michal, this name Jenkins is not the first time I have heard it. She is the youngest daughter of the Marquis of Mikhail, still at the age of school.

　　 The reason why this aristocratic girl met her father is because, besides being the owner of the antique shop, the father is also a famous history consultant at the College of San Pascatini. Of course, this is an idle job arranged by the church for the convenience of work.

　　 Brian Michal also has two older brothers and one older sister, so she will definitely not be able to inherit the family business.

　　Different from ordinary noble girls, she loves adventure by nature and is very interested in the so-called "supernatural". Being born in the family of Marquis makes her know more things, but the way to become a gifter is not easy to get.

　　 In order to realize her "ideal", she is very attentive to ancient books, antiques and secret legends, so in a certain treasure hunt, she also interacted with the honorary history consultant of her school. Of course, she didn't know the identity of the father in the church, nor did she know that she could buy from the father, and there would be absolutely no undiscovered extraordinary items.

　　 Jenkins had only heard of her in chats with his father before, and when his father was hospitalized, she had asked someone to transfer an apple, but she had never seen her in person. The old man described her as: "Very beautiful, kind, and traditional aristocratic girl... But the excessive curiosity about the transcendence will ruin her one day."

　　 "That badge doesn't seem to be an extraordinary item? She wants to rely on that thing to seek a way to become a gifter from the [Earth and Harvest] church?"

　　 "No, I heard it was just a gift for a friend."

　　 Nothing happened on this day, and Jenkins was very worried about his unlucky physique when he went out. But later he thought about it, except for the time when he encountered the flower seller A-01-2-0198, it seemed that the old man was present on every hapless occasion. Maybe someone else is really out of luck?

　　 He confessed his opinion recklessly, in exchange for bringing back two big monographs tonight.

　　

Chapter 63 Chapter 60 Noble Girls