"The nobles now, huh!"

　　 The old man rarely showed a look of contempt, and then shook his head apologetically to Jenkins.

"Not everyone is as religious as you, child. For those big people who sleep on the golden pound and write a few words to determine the development of the city, the life of religious reading and prayer that you adapt to is unimaginable. Yes. Mortals are ignorant, so we need to believe in sages to spread the light of wisdom. I heard Oliver say a few days ago that you have been in the job for a while, and courses in etiquette, equestrianism, grammar, mathematics, fighting, etc. will gradually begin. , Study hard, this is the greatest respect for the sage."

Chapter 141 Chapter 137 Creation

　　 Leaving the church, it was still early, Jenkins returned to the old antique shop with chocolate. Sure enough, the old man had returned, standing in front of the counter fiddling with a complicated gear mechanism.

　　 "Do you need to scan now?"

　　 took off his coat and put it on the hook, Jenkins asked.

　　 The old man smiled, "No need, find a place to sit, I guess there will be no business today."

　　 Because I slept for several days, I missed the copy of the photo stele for several days. Jenkins will not forget it today.

　　 Even if he becomes the so-called Son of the Church, his daily life is still the same.

　　 The old man was in a very good mood. He told Jenkins that there were two more pieces of Class B [Extraordinary] sealed in the church, and the security level was not high. You can apply for it when you need it.

　　 An emotionally polluted candle named B-10-3-8113 will produce a black flame when lit, and creatures within a certain range will fall into a terrible emotionally polluted state. A piece called B-10-4-9822, a demon slayer, the identification results show that it can play an unimaginable role when concentrating demon creatures.

　　 The former should be the candle that was lit on the table when Miss Bevana was talking with the devil, while the latter was an extraordinary item that was born by Jenkins.

　　 He originally wanted to take it away, but his divinity didn't have much. In order to prevent it from returning to its original form in front of everyone, he could only leave this thing to destroy the remaining two demons.

　　 While talking, the two of them sorted the goods in the store. Jenkins discovered that Dad had recently purchased a large number of exquisite crafts made of gears. Dad explained that this kind of goods has been selling very well recently.

　　 took the rapier sent by old Jack back home, and the maid hired to help prepare the meal, Jenkins read the letter in the package while eating.

　　 Old Jack taunted Jenkins at the beginning of the letter for throwing away important things, and then vaguely stated that he would not reveal it. At the end of the letter, he asked Jenkins to ask his father for him, and asked him again by the way if he would be his apprentice.

　　 Jenkins smiled back.

　　 Tonight is the junction of [God of War and Moon of Floating Leaf] and [Sage and Moon of Harvest]. He made some preparations in advance and sat quietly on the sofa on the first floor, waiting for that moment to come.

　　 The pocket watch was opened, lying quietly on the coffee table, the dial bathed in the quiet moonlight.

　　 When the three hands coincide at the same time, Jenkins with his eyes closed felt once again that he had fallen into a white cloud.

　　 The whispers of men and women came into the ears, and the voices were far and near, loud and small, and the fine sound seemed as if the feet of an ant were hitting the leaves. Words without any logic, notes without any meaning, but they cause vibrations in the void.

　　 The woman's voice is inexplicably cordial. This is the feeling I never felt when I listened to the whispers the first two times. The forehead was faintly hot, and the soft touch seemed to be the last moment.

　　 Jenkins, who was under tremendous mental pressure, hurriedly wrote down the memorable tones. When the feeling reached the limit, he did not insist, relaxed his spirit, and passed out completely.

When 　　 woke up, it was already two midnight.

　　 He lay down on the sofa, the chocolate lying quietly near his stomach, shrinking into a small ball. Entering October, the weather in Nolan turns cold, and the cat can feel this too.

　　 Perceiving Jenkins's awakening, Chocolate walked along Jenkins' body to near his neck, looking down at him condescendingly.

　　 Under the two-tone moonlight, the pair of yellow cat eyes seemed to sparkle in a different way.

　　 After watching for a while, the cat jumped aside and ignored the owner. Jenkins sat up with his head and touched his cat, feeling full of emotion in his heart.

　　 He has too many secrets, and only chocolate, which can be a safe object to confide in. When I first encountered it at the intersection of Privet Road, the idea of ​​adopting a cat suddenly appeared, and it was indeed correct.

　　 This is the guidance of fate to oneself.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate rolled over lazily and asked Jenkins to scratch his belly.

　　 Jenkins is now even more sure that the murmur that he hears at the end of each month is the voice of righteous gods. The voice between July and August is one female and one male, the voice between August and September is two men, and the voice between September and October is one male and one female. This is the same as the mortal's gender perception of righteous gods. .

　　 There is not much knowledge gained this time, only one: the **** of war became a **** in the 8th era, and the inherited sage became a **** in the 12th era.

　　 Jenkins squinted his eyes and stunned for a while, feeling that the world became more and more mysterious.

　　 It turns out that gods are not born, and they can be achieved in some way. But the two messages he got to become gods:

　　 "Things that can become gods are not here."

　　 "It can be a god, but not a human being."

　　 If this is correct, is it possible to become gods, are they only alien species in different worlds such as [Magma Hell] and [Bone Forest]?

　　What was the sage? In other words, what race was the sage? Does the blue alien ability have any special meaning?

　　 Jenkins gave up the more and more chaotic thinking, but also accepted the fact that his soul does not meet the definition of "human" in this world.

　　 The rapier Jenkins hidden in the cane does not intend to use it himself, but at the next party, the day is tomorrow night, and I will exchange that chain ability with Miss Bailing. Up to level 2, there are four more bubbles, and the remaining one is left for the perception of the astral world.

　　 Although listening to the whispers caused great stress on the spirit, and even led to a coma, but after waking up, there was no sleepiness inexplicably.

　　 He soothed the dissatisfied cat, stretched out his hand, from the point to the line, from the line to the surface, from the surface structure, a brand-new Rubik's Cube appeared in his hand.

　　 At present, it can be confirmed that [Read and Write] + [Creation Pencil] + [Book of Memories] = Void Creation.

　　The magical ability is used to draw in the void, the pencil is the core of creation, and the book of memories extracts the images in the memory. The state of the gods builds simple stone steps, because it is impossible to draw fine structures in a short time. But with the [Book of Memories], it's much simpler. Next time, if there is a chance, the winding staircase can be made of jade and carved with the image of angels.

　　 But this combination of creation will no longer consume the pencil-because it does not wear out, but it consumes a lot of spirit. When I created that bicycle, I only used a pencil, and the spirit that I had just got out of the paradox not only raised the upper limit, but also almost overflowed, so I could draw the bicycle out of thin air.

　　 And the combination of one ability and two [gifts] consumes a lot of spirit. Just a small Rubik's Cube made Jenkins almost collapsed.

　　PS: Chocolate's last mocking look at Barnard is because he has already taken the first step to becoming a **** by accident: not being human. Although it is only the first step, one of the 1,000 gifters may not be able to take this first step.

　　 In order to leave something for his family, he ventured into Jenkins’ dreams, causing the spiritual body to collapse, and as a result, the opportunity was lost. This is the reason for the ridicule.

　　One road is for the family, and the other is for myself. Barnard became an alien unconsciously, and then unconsciously chose the former.

Chapter 142 Chapter 138 Story and Business

　　 quietly bathed in moonlight, constantly exploring the ability. In the end, it can be determined that the level of creation is still limited by one's own knowledge of objects.

　　 In other words, it is not difficult to create something that knows specific materials, shapes, and proportions like a bicycle. I have never seen that it is impossible to create something imaginary, and it is impossible to create something with a spirit.

　　This puts an end to Jenkins' attempt to draw a pile of gold-the primitive minerals of this world itself contain very thin spirits.

　　 Generally speaking, there are really many restrictions. If you want to use this ability to make a fortune, the efficiency is not better than working hard with the old man. But it can also play a role at certain times. For example, if it is not the creation of objects, but the simple collocation ability, the image of the impression can be printed on paper with almost no loss of energy, and the quality is comparable to color photos.

　　 Putting the Rubik's Cube aside and letting the chocolate fiddle with it, Jenkins called out the black robe again.

　　Some special items of the same species have the characteristic of swallowing each other, and can inherit certain benign and malignant characteristics after being swallowed. Jenkins heard this from Miss Hesha, no, Hathaway said it.

　　 At the gate of Vientiane that day, the gift black robe swallowed another robe, but he didn't feel any change. He once imagined that the black robe can simulate the image of anyone, but now it seems that he can only continue to imagine.

Divinity can temporarily enhance the ability of gifts. For example, the black robe contaminated with divinity has a very powerful concealment function. Jenkins enters the manor from the woods without being discovered by anyone; for example, after the creation pencil is contaminated with divinity, the creation ability can break free from the above. Said limit, and can cancel the creation at any time.

　　 "I don't know what can be done after the rings and candles are contaminated with the divine nature."

　　 Jenkins guessed.

　　 Chocolate seems to be very interested in that Rubik's Cube, but it is too small to fiddle with the Rubik's Cube, so I can only push it around.

Jenkins has a lot of things to be busy recently. Tomorrow night is Mr. Hood’s party, and the next night is Mr. Corpse’s party. He still needs time to visit Miss Heimer who is resting, hoping that she can pass this matter and give up. The pursuit of the supernatural.

　　 The last thing to confirm is the effect of the red ability [Twin Devil]. The name of this ability is very vague. In order not to damage his house, Jenkins decided to find time to try it out in the suburbs.

　　 The next day he went to work with his father as usual. Due to the popularity of gear antiques and handicrafts, he ordered a large number of goods outside. After lunch, the old man asked Jenkins to guard the shop and he was going to pick up the goods at Nolan Railway Station.

　　 Holding a pen and continuing to conceive the story of Frozen, Jenkins was extremely distressed. This kind of continuous long story is much more difficult to narrate than short fairy tales. If you want to write this book brilliantly, in addition to the unique world structure, you should also pay attention to the story.

　　 He bought a batch of "secret history of ancient palaces" novels that were sold well, and found that the writers had excellent writing styles and gorgeous rhetoric, but they were not very combative. In other words, they pay more attention to the ethical stories of dog blood, some of which are even comparable to some plots in "Detective Knight Biography".

　　 Jenkins would definitely not write something that tastes so heavy. After thinking about it, he decided to tell the story in the tone of a fairy tale. Try to exaggerate some of the plot to make it unrealistic. The focus of writing should be on the changes in the relationship between the two princesses.

　　Because it is a fairy tale, it can be more romantic. It is enough to build a city by freezing ice, and the visual shock of step by step is enough, but it is not enough to write it in words. This time, it seems that we need the help of an old painter.

　　 He lowered his head and described the process in which the eldest princess raised his hand and used the snowflakes in the sky to condense into crystal clear ice roses. At this moment, the door of the store was pushed open.

　　 "Welcome to the old antique shop, what do you need?"

　　 Jenkins immediately stopped the pen in his hand.

　　 Walking into the store is a middle-aged man with glasses and a dark suit. He straightened his chest and raised his head in a domineering posture. The first impression is that of a proud gentleman.

　　 "I have something to sell."

　　 He walked straight to the counter and took out a rolled up handkerchief from the pocket of his coat. After carefully unfolding it, it was wrapped with a dark rectangular piece of paper.

　　 On the front are three men with curly hair in military uniforms, behind it is a huge hall, and on the back is the sacred emblem of [God of War Lord], and the church's doctrine is written in small letters on the side.

　　 There is no light spot in front of the guest, and the item itself is normal, Jenkins breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 "This is... a bookmark for the founding of the People's Republic of China?"

　　 Jenkins recognized what it was at a glance. At the 100th anniversary of the founding of the Kingdom of Chessland, the royal family once sold a set of commemorative bookmarks to commemorate the great victory. There are 10 bookmarks in the full set, and the legendary heroes are selected as the painting targets of the bookmarks.

　　 But for some reason, the price of this set of bookmarks was extremely high at the time. To this day, critics can see ridicule on this matter in historical documents. Therefore, its existence is not high, but after nearly 500 years, its value has increased by at least 1,000 times.

　　 "It's not easy to be able to preserve it so well."

　　 Jenkins said while putting on white gloves, took out a small box, clamped a small magnifying glass, and carefully checked the surface of the bookmark.

　　 In fact, he already had a conclusion in his mind. When this set of bookmarks was released, each one had a unique number. And its manufacturing material is the branch of an extinct tree, so it is almost impossible to imitate it.

　　 Jenkins has been studying with Dad for more than two months, and he still has considerable confidence in such items that can be distinguished by simple inspection.

　　 "If you can bring a complete set, I can offer a price of 4,000 pounds, but this is only a single one. Although it is in good condition, the value is a little lower. 100 pounds."

　　 Jenkins thought about it for a long time, and repeatedly confirmed that it was true before he announced the price.

　　Actually, according to the market price, the old man can sell this bookmark for 500 pounds by changing hands, but when doing business, he can't quote the reserve price at the beginning.

　　 "If it is higher, 100 pounds is too low. I am in a hurry to catch the train. I will not come back after leaving Nolan this time. If I can't make a deal, then forget it."

　　 The man pursed his lips and shook his head, Jenkins could only raise the price again.

　　 Finally, this antique bookmark was bought by Jenkins for 349 pounds. He was not worried about being cheated because he noticed that the man's hair fell on the counter.

Chapter 143 Chapter 139 Fraud

　　 This is the first time he has hosted a transaction in the old antique shop. If he succeeds, he deserves to be congratulated. If he fails, he should buy a lesson. There is no need to kill him. Jenkins is not so vicious. It is enough to use [Curse of Disease] to make this liar suffer a serious illness.

　　 As soon as the middle-aged man walked with his front feet, a little boy with his head bowed came in. He looked young, he didn't have any beards on his mouth, his hair seemed to have been trimmed by a poorly crafted gardener, and he was a short-sleeved patched button-down shirt.

"Hello sir!"

　　He carefully stepped into the antique shop, and spread his clenched right fist on the counter, with a beautiful button in his sweaty hand.

　　 "Sir, may I ask this...ah!"

　　 He screamed, retracted his right hand, squatted down, and picked up a small cloth bag from the ground.

　　 Chocolate half-squinted, watching this scene with interest.

　　 The boy looked at the cloth bag, then looked at Jenkins, as if confirming that it was not something in the shop, and opened the cloth bag in front of him.

　　 I saw a gemstone hair accessory that was wrapped tightly, shining in the sunlight that entered the antique shop. Anyone who sees it at first sight will know that it is very valuable.

　　 "Sir, is this yours?"

　　 he asked knowingly.

　　 "No, this is not mine."

　　 Jenkins said, touching his hand under the counter, this scene is a bit familiar.

　　 "Well, since it's not yours, or else, or we..."

　　 He stared at the gemstone hair accessory and swallowed, then looked straight at Jenkins.

　　 Jenkins leaned his entire body on the counter, and never expected that after crossing, he would encounter such a clumsy trick. For Jenkins who is good at acting, the boy's acting skills are really bad enough.

　　 "Just now a middle-aged gentleman came to the store. He mentioned that he was going to catch a train to leave Nolan and would never return to this city."

　　 Jenkins repeated what the person "unconsciously" mentioned earlier, and smiled and looked at the boy.

"and so......"

"So sir, why don't we sell it and divide the gold pound! Swear to God, I will never tell the owner of this shop, sir, you also work for someone, we... ...Although this matter is very immoral, since this thing has fallen by our side, it is a gift from God!"

　　 "How do you know that I am not the owner of this shop?"