Jenkins frowned. When did this happen? He hasn't heard of it. But the making of the Requiem is not a very troublesome thing, maybe he can also take the opportunity to make a fortune?

　　 "What's the matter with haunting?"

　　 He asked in a low voice, the person opposite did not speak, but stretched out his right hand and twisted it a few times.

　　 Jenkins snorted, but still took out 10 shillings and handed it over.

　　 "Send the poor ghost?"

　　 "There are only these, don't you, I also saved a few meals."

　　 "Cut, it's another rich miser like you."

　　 He took the paper money with a pale and overhand knot, greeted Jenkins a few steps forward, and then whispered:

"I have access to the [Death and End] church. They found that from the beginning of July to the present, the number of haunted phenomena in the city has actually increased by 10% compared with previous years. The Orthodox Church believes this is related to the recent strange astrological signs. Those spirits The strength of the body is very weak, basically any ability can be broken up, so for gifts like us, the ghosts that have recently appeared are not at all afraid. But those nobles who sleep on the golden pound, and rely on Big factory owners who squeeze the poor to make money don't think so."

　　 His tone was full of mockery, not knowing whether it was pure hatred of wealth or some unpleasant experiences in the past.

　　 Jenkins nodded and walked towards the next candle without saying a word. He originally thought that he could make a fortune, or that this incident was related to the incident in the castle that day, but he didn't expect it to be just a small matter of increasing spirits.

　　 Hanging out on the black market this day, nothing was gained except a waste of time. There are many items sold on the black market that are very interesting. Many Jenkins can't help but want to sell all his family properties to buy them, but he still accepts the fact that he is a poor man.

The next day, Jenkins confirmed with his father whether there are more haunts in the city. The old man knows about it, but he also thinks that the reason for this phenomenon is still due to the vision of the starry sky. The encounter in the basement of the castle is not much related.

　　 "Does the starry sky affect the world on the ground?"

　　 Jenkins maintains the good habit of asking if he doesn't understand.

"Remember the [Astral Perception] ability that I recommend you to learn? Except for the two full moons, the bright starry sky that we can see is all the transmission of the astral in the material world. The changes in the astral are often It is a precursor to changes in the material world. Smart astrologers can predict the future trajectory through the changes in the starry sky."

　　 His explanation of this matter is very vague, but he also told Jenkins that the strange changes in the astral world have been very frequent in recent years. But the good news is that, at least so far, the world has not had a catastrophe that needs to be worried.

　　 "How is the evil spirit in Nolan Fifth Public Hospital?"

　　 Jenkins didn't forget about it either. He heard about it at the beginning of the journey, but it has been delayed until now and it has not been resolved.

　　 "The evil spirit is temporarily isolated. It cannot leave a certain part of the hospital."

The old man shrugged and didn't care much about this: "The reinforcements from the capital have gone to the sea to help solve the big/trouble. I have received news a few days ago that the main combat troops of the major churches will be able to return immediately. ."

　　 The haunted things did not affect Jenkins, but he was still worried about his family. Because the elder brother Newman Williams went out to study with his professor again, he only asked for 3 requiem charms from his father.

　　 Dad didn’t ask for the money from Jenkins. It may be because of the fact that the eccentricity of the past few days had enough good impressions, or the production cost of this thing is really low.

　　 The Williams family originally believed in [Inherited Sages]. After returning home, Jenkins lied that this was a talisman presented by Bishop Parrod, and the three happily agreed to wear it all the time.

　　 "Speaking of which, the bishop seems to be a omnipotent excuse."

　　 Jenkins murmured quietly.

　　 Professor Burns came to the old antique shop again a few days later, mainly to thank Jenkins for his help in the treacherous situation that day, and his father for guiding him and making him a scribe in the church.

　　 "In your dreams, the one who guided you to become a gifter..."

　　 Jenkins asked while pouring three cups of tea to the three of them using the porcelain that the old man collected. The boiling water was still hot, and Jenkins curled up his index finger of his right hand and flicked it on the three teacups in turn. The ability to adjust the temperature of the tea to a suitable range instantly.

　　 Dad closed the antique shop temporarily. They are now in the reception room on the second floor of the shop.

　　 "The church has checked, and we even prayed for the sage's attention. She told us that the one is not malicious, and there is no doubt in me."

　　 Professor nodded and thanked Jenkins.

　　 "The sage responded to you?"

　　 Jenkins was a little surprised. According to his theological knowledge, these great beings would never easily communicate with fragile mortals.

"Yes it is."

　　Professor had a proud look on his face, but then shrugged his shoulders, "It seems to have passed through a special item. To be honest, the detailed memory of this incident has gradually blurred."

Having said this, the old man nodded thoughtfully, "Then I understand, the holy artifact brought by the steam float was originally left in the local area. I said, why didn't you leave it alone? ....."

　　 "Then congratulations."

　　 The voice changed, and I no longer mentioned what I said before, and Jenkins and Professor Burns were also very interested in not hearing it.

　　Professor paid a special visit, certainly not simply because of thank you, he had chatted with the two in other aspects, and finally talked about the topic.

　　 "In fact, I am very puzzled, what attitude does the Orthodox Church have towards those who resist the gift of the Registration Act and those who are gifted by false gods?"

　　 Dad smiled, did not speak, but asked Jenkins to answer.

　　 "Compared to teaching you, I became a scribe of the sage of faith only a few weeks earlier. My opinion is..."

　　He considered the language:

　　 "I don't know, I don't object, but I definitely don't support it. That's probably it. You have been an illegal benefactor for some time, and I think you should feel this way."

　　 "Indeed, this is weird."

　　Professor muttered in a low voice, but his face eased up without knowing what he thought of. He sighed and stopped mentioning this somewhat sensitive issue.

　　PS: I put the additional reward on the top of the book review area, and started adding it the day it was put on the shelf.

Chapter 66 Chapter 63 Unexpected Invitation

"Is such that."

　　 Professor Burns said hesitantly:

　　 "I am also aware of the small gatherings of unregistered gifters, or the local black market for gifters. Do these things need to be reported to the church?"

　　 Papa tapped the handle of the chair with his index finger, and replied neatly:

　　 "As long as they don't do illegal things, don't provoked the church, don't bother to investigate them."

　　 Jenkins also echoed: "Yes, the water is clear and there is no fish."

　　 As soon as the voice fell, the two old men looked at him with strange eyes.

"what's happenin?"

　　 Jenkins smiled.

　　 "I just didn't expect you to suddenly say such a reasonable sentence."

　　 Daddy’s shop is still open, and the professor still has classes to attend today. With a few greetings, the three of them praised the sage together, and the professor said goodbye.

　　 Jenkins took the initiative to ask to send the professor off. Father glanced at him and didn't object.

　　 The bell rang, and Professor Burns and Jenkins stepped out of the old antique shop together.

　　Walking on the stone brick pavement of Fifth Queen's Road, a newspaper boy quickly walked past them. Seeing that there were no pedestrians around, Jenkins quickly approached the professor, and the two were against the wall. He whispered: "Do you know some gatherings of gifted people?"

　　 The professor who was finishing his hat was a little surprised, but he understood immediately.

　　 "You want to go with me."

"Yes it is."

　　 Jenkins put on an embarrassed expression: "I also want to get in touch with some gifters outside the church..."

"no problem."

　　 Professor Burns hesitated for a moment, covered his face with a gray top hat with a ribbon, and responded: "Next Monday evening, I will come to Daddy Oliver to find you."

　　 "Why are you also called daddy, how old is he?"

　　 Jenkins sighed in his heart, but kept expressing gratitude in his mouth.

"And one more thing."

Before getting on the carriage, Professor Burns remembered one more thing, but the huge wheels of the carriage had already moved. He could only stretch out his head and quickly said to Jenkins: "The fairy tales my students have written about you are very Interested, praise you for being the best fairy tale writer in recent years. Congratulations in advance that you can sell more books!"

　　 Jenkins stood in front of the steam pipe valve on the street corner and waved goodbye to the far away professor, but the smile on his mouth could not be restrained.

　　 With a smile, he lowered his head and grabbed his hair, smoothed the wrinkles on his coat, and walked toward the work place with his chest straight.

　　 Jenkins is looking forward to being able to meet with Professor Burns next Monday to meet another party of the benefactors, but on Saturday evening, something happened to disrupt his rhythm.

　　 The luck of the day was not bad. The father not only bought a few stones with ancient characters at a very low price, but the two also received a special item like white gauze.

　　 It was originally the old lady who tried to sell the pickle jar as a relic of the dead Palance Empire to the old man, and wrapped the rags of the jar, but the old man saw it was a special item at a glance.

　　 The old man was in a good mood and planned to let Jenkins go home early, but while he was still following his father to analyze the source of the stone, an unexpected visitor came to the store.

　　 Jingling~

　　 The store door was pushed in, and the hanging Ling on the door sounded. The two looked back:

　　 "Miss Mihail?"

　　 The old man straightened up and patted his back, "Why, do you need me to help you identify any good things you bought?"

　　 "No, I'm here to see Mr. Williams."

　　 She also came in a carriage this time, but the red-haired Hathaway Hersha was not by her side.

　　 greeted the two elegantly, and the girl gave Jenkins a decent smile.

　　 "Excuse me, is there a problem with the badge the other day?"

　　 Jenkins felt his face flush.

　　 "No, did you write this book?"

　　 Hearing the honorific "you" in the sentence, the old man glanced at the corner of his mouth, took a few steps back to sort out the goods in the store, and did not disturb the communication between the two young people.

　　 The girl is holding "A Collection of Stories from Foreigners", Jenkins nodded hesitantly:

　　 "Yes, is there any problem?"

　　 "I didn't expect that the apprentice my father recruited would be a great writer."

　　The elegant noble lady is not stingy with compliments.

"My friends and classmates have been discussing this book in recent days. Hathaway recommended it to me. Before opening it, I thought it was just a naive storybook. Sorry, I shouldn’t use this book. Adjective. But I didn’t expect the story depicted in it to be so interesting."

　　 "The word great writer, ha~"

　　 Jenkins remembered that he was a copywriter again, and his face immediately blushed.

　　 But the girl opposite seemed to think that Jenkins was at a loss for her own charm.

　　 Although this kind of thinking is correct.

"Hathaway really likes the love stories in it. She kissed the prince of Sleeping Beauty Talia, and Snow White Katerina, who has a miserable life experience but finally achieved happiness... But I am more interested in the story. Those wonderful objects."

　　 She smiled softly, a different brilliance bloomed on her white face:

　　 "Calling the tinder box of the beast, the match that fulfilled the wish but evoked death, Mr. Williams, have you seen these things with your own eyes?"

　　 "As the old man said, this girl is a little crazy about the supernatural desire."

　　 Jenkins thought this in his heart, and shook his head quickly:

　　 "This is just a story, how can those weird things exist?"

　　 The girl looked a little disappointed, but staring at Jenkins's eyes, nothing happened in the end.

　　 "Goddess, it turns out that there are really emerald green eyes, JK Rowling is not a lie."

　　 Rare and strange Jenkins thought, this is the first time he has seen this kind of pupil color.

　　 "Actually, I took the liberty to bother you today, but there is something I want to ask you."

　　 Britney Mihail sighed in front of Jenkins, letting go of the topic just now.

　　 "Me? Tell me, please."

　　 "I want to invite you to participate in our reading salon on the weekend. It's just a small gathering. Only my friends and other invited writers are present. Do you have time?"

　　 "Sorry."

　　 Jenkins replied directly without even thinking about it. He has run out of vacation this week.

　　 "My work on Dad's side..."

　　 "On Sunday evening, starting at six o'clock and ending at nine o'clock, I can arrange a carriage to pick you up."

　　 The noble girl interrupted Jenkins, her voice was very sincere. But Jenkins, considering that he has had bad luck recently and is not familiar with the girl in front of him, originally planned to finish reading his father's book and then learn grammar knowledge. If he had time, he would still...

　　PS: It’s almost done for the postgraduate program. In the second half of the year, there should be no major issues except for the graduation thesis, so this book will continue until the end.