But in my current job, I still **** the goods to the manor of Viscount Augustus.

　　 This is a dilapidated manor, completely different from what Jenkins imagined. Because it was already autumn, the old butler stepped on the fallen leaves in the yard to open the door to the carriage.

　　 The two iron fence doors pushed outward were completely rusted into black and yellow, and a broken iron chain was thrown aside, like a black snake among fallen leaves.

　　 The manor’s yard is very large, but the place where gardening plants were originally placed has become a gathering place for wild grasses and vines. On both sides of the road leading to the main hall of the manor, neatly arranged trees stretched out their branches, like the fingers of an old witch in an ancient story, winding into terrible images.

　　 "The Viscount just moved here, and the manor has not had time to clean up."

　　 The old butler explained that he commanded two thin male servants to remove the two large boxes from the carriage, counted out a few folded paper money with trembling hands, and sent the coachman to take the lead.

　　 squeak~

　　 The door of the front hall was pushed open with great effort by the old butler. The first thing Jenkins noticed was a huge oil painting facing the door. There was enough dust on it, and it was impossible to even tell the color of the clothes of the energetic old gentleman with a cane in the painting.

　　 The air was filled with a humid smell peculiar to old houses, probably because the servants were busy cleaning, but it didn't look deserted.

The only good news is that the empty front hall has been cleaned up, the old tables and chairs have been moved to the wall, the wet carpets have also been removed, the ground has been swept out of a clean open space, the housekeeper commanded The male servants inspect the goods here.

　　 "I'm sorry to let you see this, Mr. William. Viscount Augustus is not in good health. He has been recuperating in the country before, and only recently moved back to Nolan."

　　 The old housekeeper’s face was a little ashamed, and everyone would feel embarrassed to let the guests see this.

　　 "It doesn't matter, I've heard of this manor before. It seems to be the ancestral property of the Augustus family?"

　　 It’s not that I heard, but my father investigated the buyer of the goods a little bit. After all, not everyone can get a lot of money here at once. The results of the investigation show that everything is normal for Viscount Augustus. He lives alone and is 42 years old this year. He has not remarried since his wife died at the age of 30. This manor was built more than 200 years ago. It was the summer manor of the Viscount Augustus of that generation. No, it was the summer residence of the Marquis of Augustus.

　　 With the fall of the Augustus family, the number of family members decreased, and the title fell to the viscount due to various reasons. All of this can be easily found information without any problems. There are many such ancient families, such as the famous Demon Summoner family, the Asyash family, which is now the first target under investigation.

　　 "Yes, the host missed the place where he grew up a bit, so he came back. Please take a rest here and I will ask them to open the box."

　　 The old man nodded, but didn't intend to continue the topic.

　　 It is not a simple matter to check the goods in the two boxes. The old butler prepared some tea and snacks for Jenkins, and Viscount Augustus came here later.

　　 This is a weak middle-aged man with a haggard face and a heavy cotton coat.

　　 Jenkins can clearly see that his spirit is not good, but the Viscount still insisted on talking with Jenkins for a while.

　　 "Baron Williams, it's an honor to meet for the first time."

　　 He stretched out his hand and shook Jenkins, Jenkins took the opportunity to observe, it was an ordinary person.

　　 "Good morning, Viscount Augustus. Oh, do you know that I am the Baron of Honor?"

　　 He bit the word "honor" specially, and Mr. Viscount smiled gently.

"Yes. Since I don’t like this name, I’ll use the term'Mr. Williams'. You may not know that the nobles of Nolan City have heard that Lord Douglas Gerrold personally heard from The capital came and awarded a great writer the title of baron."

　　 "Honorary Baron."

　　 Jenkins emphasized again.

　　 "Well, honor, cough cough, cough cough, baron of honor. Sorry, my health is not well."

　　 While covering his mouth with a white handkerchief and coughing, he waved at Jenkins.

　　 This should not be a simple flu or a cold. Listening to the sound, it should be a problem with the lungs.

　　 "It's not pneumonia, right?"

　　 Jenkins held up the tea cup to hide his nervous look, thinking in his heart that he must find some rituals to expel the disease when he returned.

　　 "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Viscount 　　 stuffed the handkerchief in a ball into the chest pocket of his jacket, and Jenkins seemed to catch a glimpse of blood.

　　 "My health has not been good since I was a child, and I am a little surprised to live until now. Okay, let's not mention this."

　　 He looked at the busy figures of the servants and smiled as he watched the antiquities taken out of the box filled with straw.

　　 "I have loved the antiques of the ancient Xicali Kingdom for a long time, but the things that have been passed down from the disappearing country are not something that a shabby Viscount can buy."

　　 "In fact, there is not much difference between these imitations and the real ones. It is only a matter of year. The artistic style and use are the same."

Chapter 178 Chapter 174 Family

　　The ancient Xikali Kingdom is the closest country to a unified continent, and the three major kingdoms grew up from its corpses. Although the Shikali Kingdom has been subjugated for a long time, the three kingdoms that have inherited most of its heritage have well passed on art and culture.

　　 Knocked on the table and looked at Jenkins who was sitting across from him: "That makes sense. Well, I heard that Mr. Williams is now working in an antique shop."

　　 "It doesn't seem to need to be heard, right?"

　　 Jenkins pointed to the two boxes to the side, and the Viscount shook his head apologetically.

"Sorry, sorry, I just want to find a suitable question to start this topic. In fact, I'm really curious, are you really loved by the [Knowledge and Books] church as the rumors, and become the candidate for the bishop of Nolan Diocese? I heard that this job was introduced by the current bishop."

　　 This question is a bit sensitive, at least for the two people who met for the first time, very sensitive.

　　 Jenkins did not answer, but raised the cup again.

　　 "Sorry, just curious."

　　 Viscount shrugged, "But don’t worry, I’m just a shabby old nobleman. I won’t have any bad thoughts. Being sick in bed for too long has degraded my social skills."

　　 Jenkins could clearly see that the old butler, who was checking the inventory, turned around and looked at the pale Viscount Augustus with regret. The latter smiled and nodded in response.

　　 "This is not something to discredit the honor of the Augustus family. I have had physical problems since I was a child."

　　 "Then I wish you health."

　　 Jenkins responded, not wanting to continue the conversation. But it is obvious that the Viscount His Excellency has a strong conversation.

　　 "Are you also invited to the prom on the weekend? It was the ball in the nursing home not far from here?"

　　 "Yes, Miss Mikhail invited me."

　　 Jenkins nodded, wondering in his heart that the body of the middle-aged man opposite should not be enough to support him to participate in the night's social activities.

　　 Suddenly, he thought of something.

　　 "Miss Mihaier told me that the people who attended the dance seemed to be young people?"

"Yes it is."

Mr. Viscount Viscount showed some funny smiles on his gentle smile:

"If Miss Mikhail refers to the lady from the Marquis Mikhail's house, then what we are talking about should be the same ball. I heard that this was originally an ordinary party with the nature of making friends, but the city’s Some big people seem to be very interested in the rumored [knowledge and books] new writers of the church, so the number of participants in the dance party is increasing, and the young writer should encounter some interesting things."

　　 "Your Excellency, do you know something?"

　　 Jenkins's mouth trembled, and he turned his head to look at the servants who carefully carried the antiques, and then asked this question in the look of expectation on the Viscount's face.

　　 Augustus immediately showed a satisfied expression, he was almost forty years old, but he still looked like a child.

"I don't know anything, ahem, sorry. We are just ordinary chat... The rights of the bishops of the Orthodox Church are absolutely not inferior to ordinary nobles or officials, especially people like Nolan City. Many dioceses. It’s always a common practice to get in touch with some promising young people many years in advance. I heard that the writer is very good at writing books. I think he should understand this too."

"should be."

　　 Jenkins gave a dry laugh, guessing what Viscount Augustus said to himself.

　　According to Jenkins's background investigation on the identity of the Viscount, he should be what he said when he introduced himself just now-a shabby old nobleman, so it shouldn't be anyone's fault or a white glove. If the premise that this person has a brain disease is ruled out, then maybe he really just feels interesting.

　　 For those who have a relatively shallow relationship with oneself but do not know each other deeply, do not speak freely and express their minds directly, otherwise, they will bring trouble or even disaster to themselves. Even Jenkins understands this truth, and he did not go further on this topic.

Viscount 　　 raised a few more topics-the re-election of the Kingdom Council, the scandal of the Marquis of Mikhail, and the progress of the murder of the Duke of Francis, but found that Jenkins had been listening to him instead of expressing his opinions, so he stopped in despair.

　　 He looked a little disappointed. The patient who has been in bed for a long time may be really suffocated. Maybe he has other meanings.

　　 The two boxes of goods were quickly counted. Jenkins and the old butler finally confirmed the items on the manifest and signed his name at the bottom.

　　 He wanted to leave immediately, but was stopped by the Viscount.

　　 "Daddy's antique shop should also collect antiques? We found some bronzes when we were cleaning up the house. If Mr. Oliver has time, please come and take a look."

　　 "Yes."

　　 Jenkins cautiously agreed. Although he bought a large number of antiques with the shot, the economic situation of the Viscount may not be as good as he who holds 8,000 pounds in cash. Selling some utensils left behind by our ancestors can also be regarded as a way for the "degenerate nobles" to maintain their dignity. People who are unable to expand their family business or meet in social situations are destined to be eliminated by the times. The discerning nobles have already seen the changes that steam power brings to mortals.

　　In the era of change, there are always people who will be crushed into meatloaf by wheels.

　　 "Why don't I go and have a look with you first, and when I go back, I might as well tell my father."

　　 Viscount thought for a while and thought it was okay, so he nodded and asked the old butler to lead Jenkins to take a look. He is in poor physical condition and has to go back to rest.

　　 "Please come here."

　　The old butler and Jenkins walked in front, and the servants followed behind with two re-sealed wooden boxes, walked around the stairs into the corridor, and then opened the door to an empty room.

　　 The door that was being scrubbed by the maid, although it was also covered with dust, was still faintly detectable in its original golden color. From the area of ​​the manor, we can also know how strong the original Augustus family was. Unfortunately, in this generation, there is only one heir in poor health.

Viscount 　　 doesn't seem to have any children, at least in the old man's investigation. If there is no accident, this ancient family will soon die.

　　 The role of this room in the past is unknown, but now it is used as a storage room for valuables.

　　 While the butler instructed the butler to place the box, Jenkins took a look at the items placed around him. There are indeed many ornaments in the style of the ancient Xicali Kingdom, and Augustus loves that these items are real. Therefore, his meeting and talking with Jenkins here were not the result of deliberate arrangements.

PS: Two important changes have been made to the previous article: First, I reduced Barnard’s relics by half, and the previous amount was too large; second, the arrogant shield, or the whole set of [Armor of Courage], belongs to [ The Sun and Justice] church, not the previous version of [War and Victory] church.

　　Because it involves an important plot later, we hereby correct it, sorry.

Chapter 179 Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Five

　　 The sixth sense, or a strange feeling came from instinct. Jenkins looked at eight pots of the same style placed together. The shapes of these pots are ordinary. The slender pots are engraved with common decorative patterns, and the handles of the pots have patterns that mark the purpose of casting.

　　 This is not an antique. Although it is well-made, it is not a work of art.

　　 blinked, a faint yellow aura spilled from a pot.

　　 "The color is very light. Is this a magic item blessed through ritual?"

　　 Jenkins thought, and asked the old butler: "Excuse me, is that set of pots also your Viscount's collection?"

　　 The old butler slowly turned around, holding his glasses to look here:

　　 "Oh, this is the teapot I bought for the manor. I put it here temporarily. Why, is Baron Williams interested?"

　　 The old butler originally called Jenkins, Mr. William. But after hearing the conversation between the two men, he consciously changed to "Baron".

　　 "The style is exquisite. I have just moved into a new house recently, and I am still considering the purchase of household goods."

　　 The kind old housekeeper heard about this and proposed to give these pots to Jenkins as a gift for visiting this manor. Jenkins politely evaded a few times, but only picked two of them to accept.

　　 As for the antiques mentioned by the old butler, Jenkins believes that they should be the antiques before and after the establishment of the Kingdom of Hampawo. They are all ordinary items, so ask your father for his opinion when you go back.

　　 Standing at the entrance of the manor, the old butler waved goodbye to the carriage Jenkins was riding in. Turning around, he saw the Viscount standing not far away.

　　 "Sir, it's windy outside, go back and rest soon."

　　He hurriedly helped Viscount Augustus to walk back. The viscount kept coughing and was pushed back into the house by the old man.

　　 "It's okay, it's okay. I have been lying in the hospital bed for too long, and it is not easy to meet an interesting gentleman. Please let me take a look."

　　 "Are you talking about Baron Williams? I really didn't expect that a baron, although only an honorary baron, would actually be an apprentice in an ordinary antique shop."

　　 While talking, the old man beckoned the servants to bring chairs, and let the sick middle-aged man sit down and rest for a while.

　　 "Because of this, everyone thinks that [Knowledge and Books] the church is considering him as a candidate for the next bishop. This is a normal thing. The Orthodox Church always uses these methods to test young people."

Viscount 　　 picked up the cup full of hot tea and shivered, then sighed:

"It’s great to be young. I am dying of the envy of this kind of life. Forget it, let’s check the estate of the manor in the afternoon. Before we go to the end, we must also count the return of the Augustus family. What's left, otherwise those **** blood-sucking worms will swallow all the family stuff! By the way, where is the key to the underground library?"

　　 (Chocolate Sleeping)

　　 was sitting in the carriage playing with the pot with yellow aura, Jenkins subconsciously squinted his eyes.

　　According to his experience after coming into this world, anything related to transcendence will cause Jenkins to encounter a very unfortunate event. Although the fortune is suspected to be improved by the golden ring, in other respects, Jenkins is still an unfortunate man.

　　 He didn't rush to inject his spirit into it. It was the most ignorant behavior to test a spell item of unknown origin at will. Only those who became gifted by accident and ignorant who had not studied systematically would do so.

　　 Thinking of what to do with this thing in his heart, he unconsciously rubbed his fingers on the lid of the pot. As it was grinding, a burst of inexplicable suction suddenly emerged from the fingers, and the voice of a strange man rang in his ears.

　　 Then, the eyes turned black, as if being swallowed by a deep abyss, the sound of bells rang in my ears, and several shadows appeared vaguely in the darkness.

　　 Slowly, I am now in a huge enclosed dark room, but my five senses seem to be weakened.

Hundreds of gold candlesticks were lit and placed quietly on the edge of the dark room to form a largest circle; inside the circle, the strange characters written by unknown substances exude a faint fluorescence, forming a slightly smaller circle; In the center is a round table. Five strangers in black robes and masks sit at the table. The main seat of the round table is a man hanging upside down. He is wearing a scorched yellow robe, but the robe is not protected by gravity. Cause and hang down.

　　 "#￥%!￥!%￥."