Of course, if only in terms of weight, the price of the same weight of [mental blocking metal] is about the same as the price of dragon blood with a concentration of 80% or more, which is something poor Jenkins can only dream of.

　　 Even his identity as a writer has improved.

　　 Looking at the chocolate licking the milk that Jenkins brought, he suddenly felt that he was not as good as a cat.

　　 Bringing more than two hundred pounds of cash back home that night really surprised the family. Seeing this situation, Mary Williams knew that she couldn't stop Jenkins's plan to move away. She cried and cried for a while, but finally could only accept it.

　　 Regarding the relocation location, she gave Jenkins many suggestions. As a woman who grew up in Nolan, she knew the city the best in her family.

　　 Robert Williams asked Jenkins about the use of the money, and the deposit for the apartment was not that much.

　　 "I plan to store it in the church. After all, Mr. Traveller's bank has higher interest rates, but his own church still has some insurance."

"This is good."

Old William nodded characteristically, "But you can also consider some small investments or lending. Now there are many industrial companies that absorb cash. The Nolan-Pasadena Union Railway Company is raising funds recently. If you are interested, I can give you some suggestions in this regard..."

　　 But Jenkins just wants to put the money in his own hands. He still lacks a lot.

　　 The three days of Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday were very peaceful. It was almost the end of the month. Dad was taking the time to make up the report. He threatened Jenkins to study quickly to take over his job.

　　 The murmur that Jenkins heard at the end of last month has not been forgotten. He later compared it and found that even during the period when he was exposed to the **** of the evil spirit, the mental harm he suffered was not strong. It didn't matter that he had some bold guesses.

　　 Captain Bincy hasn't asked Jenkins for help since the stormy night incident. I don't know if the number of injuries requiring treatment has decreased, or if he has found a new owner of the healing ability.

　　 On Thursday evening, Jenkins finished his day of study and work with his father, and walked down the street with his arms stretched out. Kitty Chocolate stood at the door of the store and watched him leave.

　　 "Who is that, Mr. Barnard?"

　　 Jenkins was taken aback, wasn't it the man who saved his life from the octopus tentacles on the day he came through?

　　 He later wanted to thank Mr. Barnard, but found that he didn't know how to contact him. The old man and this gentleman have no intersection. Captain Bincy might know it, but Jenkins always forgets to ask him.

　　 Because the two of them are very special, it is impossible for Jenkins to say hello in the street, so he followed him far behind.

　　 Soon, Barnard left the alley in a hurry and got into the narrow alley between the two stone walls with a newspaper. His right foot in black boots stepped on the sewage in the alley, splashing the mud on the legs of a hungry woman who was passing by with a basket of food.

　　 The woman looked helplessly at the figure of the man going away, without daring to complain.

　　 Jenkins immediately followed.

　　 "Mr. Barnard!"

　　 Seeing no one around in the alley, Jenkins shouted. The air today is exceptionally poor, even if it is less than a hundred meters away, Barnard's figure is a little fuzzy.

　　 He obviously heard it, and the advancing figure paused, then turned around.

　　 It was him, as expected, wearing a brown leather jacket and a yellow hat decorated with black ribbons on his head.

　　 "Oh, it's you, long time no see."

　　 He said, Jenkins couldn't see his specific expression even after such a distance.

　　 "Hello, sir, I have not had time to thank you for the last incident, thank you very much!"

　　 "It's okay, I don't care."

　　 The man answered like this, and then, regardless of what Jenkins wanted to say, he asked in a somewhat rigid and stern voice: "Are you still okay?"

"Ok?"

　　 Jenkins was taken aback, "Oh, yes, Barnard may be on a mission", he thought about it, and said apologetically:

　　 "It's okay, then goodbye, sir."

　　 "Goodbye."

　　Barnard turned around and hurriedly disappeared into the corner ahead.

　　 "It's a bit strange."

　　 Jenkins walked back to the road while thinking, reached out and greeted the passing carriage to stop, "Private Road", and quickly left the matter behind.

　　 On Friday, Jenkins once again saw Miss Mikhail in the old shop.

　　 She brought a beautiful teapot to her father to help identify the specific year. Jenkins took a look, but she didn't have any inspiration.

　　 "I heard that Mr. William was looking for an apartment recently?"

　　 While Dad was working with his gloves, Miss Mihail said to Jenkins boredly. The latter was reading a historical monograph called "Eight Hundred Years: From 1000 to 1800".

　　 I did not see Miss Hesha today, but the carriage outside the door is still the one with the family crest, so Jenkins guessed that the family crest should belong to the Mihaier family.

"Yes it is."

　　 Jenkins nodded, without removing his eyes from the book. Although it is impolite to do so, my father asked him to finish reading the book before the end of this weekend. The current progress is 90/312.

　　Ms. Mihaier didn't care either. She told the two young maids who followed into the shop not to stand so close, and then boredly looked at the furnishings in the antique shop.

　　 "My friend Baron Leonard wants to sell a house, in Nolan, not far from here, do you need me to introduce it?"

　　 she asked.

　　 Jenkins then removed his eyes from the book.

　　 "Sorry, my budget may not be enough to buy an entire house."

　　 He smiled bitterly. He originally wanted to ask if she had any friends renting an apartment, but as this aristocratic girl, I’m afraid she wouldn’t know such a person.

"how much money you have?"

　　 She asked directly without shy away, with some interesting expressions on her face.

　　 The lips are reddish, the eyelashes are shiny, and the cheeks are fair. I have to say that this is the most beautiful girl Jenkins knows.

　　 "200 pounds."

　　 Jenkins hesitated and replied, always keeping some money in his hand.

　　 "That's enough."

　　 Britney Mihail replied, "We are friends. If you really want to buy it, in my face, Baron Leonard should be able to sell it to you at a price of less than 230 pounds."

　　 "Why is it so low?"

　　 Jenkins is concerned about rent recently, so naturally he also knows house prices. Although it is not the core area of ​​Nolan City, it is close to the pier and the housing price is also very high. And what Miss Mihail just described as "a house", which is probably not a single-room apartment on the first floor.

Section 80. Chapter 77. An extremely smooth house purchase

　　 "This house, Baron Leonard has never lived in, but rented it out to earn rent."

　　Miss Mihaier explained, "And recently the legend is still haunted."

　　 Jenkins noticed the old man holding the teapot and paused for a while.

　　 "Haunted?"

　　 Jenkins frowned, "Although I don't believe in supernatural phenomena other than gods, if there are such rumors..."

"rest assured."

Miss Mihail was noncommittal about Jenkins' "cowardly" performance, chuckled twice, and explained: "I also heard the rumors of haunting there, and I took Hathaway there for two nights, but nothing happened. , The so-called haunting is just a rumor."

　　 There was a little disappointment in her tone. Father was right. Sooner or later, the girl would destroy herself because of her boldness.

　　 Jenkins didn't answer immediately, looking at his father from the corner of the eye, the old man nodded.

　　 "That would be great. If this is the case, I would be happy to live there. I don't know how the Baron Leonard can contact..."

　　Miss Mihaier seemed to be very interested in acting as a middleman. In the afternoon, Jenkins met the Baron Leonard in his father's shop.

　　 He looks handsome, speaks elegantly, and is not very old. Although he is wearing a decent white shirt and black formal wear, these clothes look a bit old.

　　 "I have a tight hand, poorer than me."

　　 Jenkins understood why he was eager to sell the house.

　　 Dad was in a good mood today, so he ended the business day early and accompanied Jenkins and the Baron to the house at No. 13 St. George Road. It’s only three blocks away from the Old Daddy’s antique shop.

　　 This area is just like Privy Road, it is also a dedicated residential area, but the environment and housing quality are incomparable to Privy Road.

　　 Two-story housing plus a small front yard and rear warehouse, this is all the real estate to be sold. Jenkins looked upstairs and downstairs. The room was very clean and tidy, and the furniture was all there. After opening the [Eye of Reality], I didn't see any strange things.

　　 "Very clean."

　　 Jenkins commented, and then looked at his father, this sentence is a pun.

　　 "Yes, it's clean."

　　 Dad agreed, Jenkins was relieved.

　　 "That's good, the so-called haunted people are just rumours of those inferior people."

　　 Baron Leonard said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the handkerchief in the chest pocket of a black suit. He looked nervous.

　　 "Since you feel good, do you want to buy it? You were introduced by Miss Mihail, and I can give you a very favorable price."

　　 "It's really good here."

　　 Jenkins said so, he thought so in his heart, but is it a bit sloppy to decide now?

　　 "I only live in one person. Is this house a bit bigger?"

　　 "You can't say that."

　　 Baron denied: "Mr. William will be of age to get married. Sooner or later, you have to change to a larger house. Instead of wasting another golden pound, it is better to start preparing now."

　　 Dad actually nodded too!

　　 "That's correct."

　　 Jenkins murmured to himself, stroking the fabric sofa on the side with his hand, and the baron said that it was imported from the Kingdom of Chessland.

　　 "But...how much gold are you going to want?"

　　 "I have the right to own the house and land. These can be sold to you for 180 pounds. But these furniture are also very valuable, because they are not brand new, I can discount them by 50 pounds for a total of 230 pounds."

　　 Jenkins laughed twice, "I don't want furniture. Daddy has antique furniture. Why should I buy these which I don’t know how many times they have used them?"

"Mr."

The baron looked a little embarrassed. He gritted his teeth and persuaded again: "I know this is a bit difficult, but I will definitely not be able to transport these furniture. Those **** dockers will have to pay a lot of moving fees. Instead of letting those The inferior people have earned our golden pounds. It is better to take a step back. Everything, 200 pounds, as long as you can give me cash today, they will be yours."

　　 This is indeed a very reasonable price, and the Baron seems to really want to sell it here. If you miss it, Jenkins will never encounter such a cheap thing again.

　　 But Baron Leonard's attitude is a bit strange, why is he so eager to get out of here? Is there something tricky?

　　 Jenkins looked at his father again, and his father opened his mouth and compared it with a "can" mouth shape.

　　 Then there is no problem. If you buy it for 200 pounds in this kind of place, it will be a profitable transaction even if you sell it immediately.

　　 Before crossing, Jenkins was a Chinese who was plagued by housing prices, and his desire for real estate could not be changed even if he changed his body.

　　 "Procedures for land transaction..."

　　 "No problem, as long as this deal is concluded, everything is left to me!"

　　 There was some joy on the Baron’s face, and he held down his hat to indicate that he would give everything to him.

　　 In the evening, Jenkins and his father returned to St. George Street again in the carriage, took out the key strung with red wool from their pockets, and the two walked into the house.

　　 "It feels like dreaming, I bought a whole house?"

　　 Jenkins exclaimed.

　　 "Are you surprised? This is normal."

　　 Daddy sat on the sofa, patted the sofa quilt with emotion, "This is a high-end sofa handmade by Master Brotuo. Just this piece of furniture can sell for at least 50 pounds. That Mr. Baron is really a crime!"

　　 "Father, is there really no evil spirits here?"

　　 Jenkins asked.

　　 "There have been rumors of haunted people before."

　　 Dad pointed upstairs, "It's almost on the second floor bedroom, but the breath of the spirit body has been very weak. It should have been wiped out in the past few days. Maybe it has caused the gift of the crossing?"

　　 "It should be Miss Hesa."

　　 Jenkins guessed in his heart, and at the same time he knew that the old man had the special ability to observe the spirit body.

　　 "The Baron Leonard is eager to make a move..."

　　 "Gambling debt."