Chapter 536

After hearing Jenkins' "confident" answer, the lady with a sharp voice also walked to the table and gave Jenkins 5 pence.

"Your love road is bumpy. Please reject any admirers within two years. True love will appear in two years."

Jenkins said.

"What about us?"

The two ladies who didn't speak except Britney asked together. They looked very similar and should be twins, but only one of them opened her handbag while speaking.

"Don't trust those men with outstanding looks. What suits you is an ordinary-looking but talented young man. Yes, the same is true for the other one."

He was no longer too lazy to make up incomprehensible words, and felt extremely regretful about choosing to hide here.

After the two similar-looking women stepped back, Britney walked up to the table and gave Jenkins 5p like her friends.

"I knew it would be like this...I will definitely tell Hathaway about this when I see her in the evening, and she will definitely laugh at me."

He put the money away with a straight face, then coughed and said:

"You have already found love, so why bother asking me?"

The twins behind Britney immediately started whispering, and Jenkins, who had excellent hearing, vaguely heard Hathaway's name.

"I have found it?"

Brienne asked, hesitantly on her face.

Jenkins didn't speak immediately, but twirled his fingers. The blonde glared at him, but this time he couldn't find the change. Jenkins said he could make change. Bryony didn't ask for the change, but asked him to finish his sentence.

"Yes, the future heralded by your love is quite complicated. It is a love different from that of ordinary people. But it is quite happy and quite happy. You don't need to worry about it. Destiny loves you, madam. This is what many people dream of."

He didn't dare to speak too clearly, fearing that it would expose himself. But she didn't expect that Bryony noticed the lazy cat lying next to Jenkins. She thought of Jenkins by accident, so she took out a 1-shilling note from her bag and gave it to him:

"I also want to help my friend divine. His name is Jenkins Willamt, a 21-year-old man born in Nolan. Since you don't need any conditions to divine, please tell me."

Jenkins put away the note without changing his expression, knowing in his heart that this question was very critical, and if he said the wrong thing, he might arouse suspicion. Brienne might not have thought that the hook-nosed man in front of her was Jenkins, but it was still possible to suspect that this was the person he sent.

"Jenkins Willamt... seems to have heard this name somewhere. He..."

He took a deep breath and saw the scrutinizing look in Britney's eyes:

"He was ill-fated and of noble birth, yes, extremely noble."

This is an obvious mistake. Jenkins Willamt is a real son of the common people.

"He has an unrestrained personality and likes to associate with beautiful ladies. He is a playboy."

This is also wrong. Jenkins believes that although he behaves like a scumbag, he is still very conservative and traditional on the inside.

"He's incredibly gifted and incredibly talented."

There must always be some "divination" that matches Jenkins' true characteristics, otherwise every item will be wrong and Bryony will definitely be suspicious.

"So, this is a typical aristocratic young man of noble birth, maybe some kind of prince. The result of my divination is this."

He pretended to be profound at the end, but Brienne didn't even look at him. After thanking him, she turned around and left with her friends as if running away.

"So am I overdoing it?"

Sitting behind the table with an expressionless expression, his distorted face was printed on the crystal ball next to the cat.

After leaving the divination tent, Bryony and her group walked around the area like ordinary girls who came to play, and then headed to the towers in the center of the camp.

These towers were built by unscrupulous businessmen who stored wood here in summer, autumn and winter, and each tower was rented out individually. In the memory of the original owner, the Sage Church rented one of the buildings when Jenkins was 9 years old, selling books printed by the church at low prices for the purpose of preaching.

But this year, these towers are all rented to private individuals. According to Jenkins' impression from a tour in advance, the tower the ladies went to should be dedicated to selling cheap spices.

The ingredients of those spices are questionable. They do smell fragrant, but they also have a pungent and weird smell. This is definitely not a natural ingredient. It is more like a by-product of the chemical industry that is roughly processed and then sold.

So don’t worry, these spices are also related to the [Scent and Appreciation Committee], because those people make high-end products, and making these inferior products is an insult to them.

"So what do Britney and the others want to do?"

He raised his head and looked at the aura of the talisman on Britney, and then watched it rotate upwards, which meant that Britney was climbing the stairs.

The group of people probably stayed on the third floor, and then stopped moving. And just when Jenkins was thinking about whether he should get closer or whether now is enough, a new aura appeared, which was purple, representing destiny.

"oh?"

The brightness of the spiritual light was quite strong, like the purple sun, suppressing the luster of the talisman on Britney's body. This has definitely reached the level of a numbered item, and is even a pretty strong numbered item.

"How is this going?"

He immediately couldn't sit still. Although Hathaway didn't ask, as the girls' lover, he had the obligation to keep them away from any danger. Jenkins didn't know what it was, but Britney and her friends were ordinary people, and there were risks in contacting anything related to the extraordinary.

"Qiao... Coconut, don't sleep, come with me!"

The cat kicked the crystal ball aside at some point and lay on the mat where the crystal ball was originally placed. He got up reluctantly after hearing Jenkins speak, and then saw his body shape and face change rapidly, and finally turned into a woman about the same height as Britney.

She was also in her twenties, but her face was stern, which made Chocolate unconsciously think of the mother of the three William brothers.

"Change for me!"

He said to his cat, and the cat began to change immediately. Its body became slightly smaller, and the color of its fur quickly became lighter, and finally all the fur turned into light white, with only the ears on its head having gray fur. This is a typical Scottish Fold cat.

"Very good, it's getting good."

He patted his well-behaved cat, and instead of putting it on his shoulder, he picked it up, like a noble girl treating her pet.

He then walked out of the tent naturally, and did not forget to put a wooden sign in front of the tent door saying that the business was suspended. Then he walked towards the tower where Britney was, and he soon disappeared in the bustling crowd.

Because he did not look suspicious, Jenkins entered the tower smoothly. He pretended to be a guest, and walked up the stairs layer by layer, and checked the spices in the jars from time to time.

There was no problem from the first floor to the second floor, but on the stairs to the third floor, he was politely stopped by two men who had their hands on the stairs.

"Excuse me, miss, do you have an invitation?"

"Invitation?"

Jenkins asked back.

"Yes, the host here only invites ladies with invitations to go upstairs, where the more expensive spices are."

Jenkins certainly didn't have an invitation. After expressing his curiosity, he returned to the second floor, and then waited for a few minutes, and saw another group of fashionable ladies going upstairs. The beautiful girl in the lead showed something like a pendant from her handbag instead of a paper invitation.

"Interesting."

He thought so, lowered his head and picked up a small stone from his feet and held it in his palm, then walked up the stairs again:

"I found the invitation, you see, this is the invitation."

He showed the stone in his hand to the guards, who carefully checked the stone one by one, and then made way for the stairs, welcoming Jenkins to continue going up.

The area of ​​the third floor is the same as the second floor, but it is not divided by wooden walls, so it looks very wide. Many people have come upstairs, and at a glance, they are all young girls, some of whom Jenkins knows. He has seen these people when he attended the reading salon and dance party invited by Hathaway before.

"So what is this for?"

Because he was a "stranger", Jenkins was very cautious and did not talk to anyone. Instead, he stood in a corner close to Britney and began to search for the thing with purple aura.

But probably because the cat he was holding was too cute, someone came to talk to him soon, and then five or six girls stood beside Jenkins and talked to him about the details of raising cats and the breed of pet cats.

Not only Jenkins, but even the cats being held looked unhappy.

But this was not without benefits. At least Jenkins understood that this was an auction, used to auction things that were not convenient for public display.

And most of the girls who could come here were from prominent families and had nothing to do, just like Britney. The dazzling purple aura that Jenkins saw just now should also be one of the items for sale, but for some reason, the aura disappeared again after he approached.

Jenkins recorded what he saw and heard in his mind in preparation for reporting to Hathaway in the evening. The waiting time was not long, because he wasted too much time trying to find a way to get in.

The auction started soon, and various strange items were sold one by one.

These auction items are very interesting. They are not valuable. Although most of them are ordinary daily necessities, such as a red high-heeled shoe with only one left, a handkerchief with a hole in it, and a broken bronze mirror, there is a story behind each item.

This is not deception, but these items are really accompanied by stories. At least when Jenkins was listening to those narrations, the [lie] priesthood never hinted at lies.

The girls bought these things for the stories and morals, or just liked those stories; and the auctioneers took great pains to collect these strange items and then sold them at high prices.

This is a virtuous cycle. Although it is a bit unkind to use stories to win the tears and gold pounds of women, it is indeed not illegal, and it is not immoral in Jenkins's view. In his opinion, there is no problem with Britney participating in such activities, but he doesn't know what Hathaway will think.

Section 1303 Chapter 1282 Ghouls and Fire

The item with a brilliant purple aura finally appeared, but it was not the finale item. Perhaps the auctioneers did not know its true value.

Only one-third of the bronze mirror remained was placed in a stone box. The six sides of the stone box were engraved with different patterns. Jenkins could tell at a glance that this was definitely not a human from this era. The creation, on the contrary, looks like the decorative style of the dwarves who have disappeared from the material world for many years.

"So that's it, this box can cover up the aura..."

Jenkins understood in his heart, and then listened to the man standing next to the box talking about a poignant love story between a man and a woman who were tomb robbers. He didn't lie and told the ladies directly that these were funerary objects taken from ancient tombs, so Jenkins didn't have many competitors. After he raised the price for the third time, no one wanted to compete with him.

Ten minutes later, Jenkins, who paid the money and reappeared at the venue, had already obtained the stone box and the broken bronze mirror inside.

"This is too simple, and just because of its value as an antique, this stone box far exceeds the price I paid for it at auction... Has the Hermit of Destiny favored me again?"

He was happy in his heart, and at the same time he was thinking about whether he should talk to Blainey before the auction ended, but he saw the middle-aged accountant who had just issued him a receipt walking over with a sad face, and then said in a very low voice:

"I'm sorry, madam, there is something wrong with this auction item. Can you come to the office over there with me?"

Jenkins glanced at him doubtfully, then looked in the direction of the office, and then saw two gifters standing in the room, and their auras were very strange. They did not look like human gifters, but rather similar to the ones he had seen some time ago. Vampire benefactor.

"......OK."

After hesitating for a while, he agreed. After all, there are too many ordinary people here, so it would be better to go to a more remote place.

The office where I just paid to get the receipt was already filled with three people when I entered it again. The middle-aged accountant introduced them in turn. Standing behind the desk was the actual owner of the tower, Mr. Dubai, the organizer of the auction. The other two people in black formal suits were guests who wanted to buy the bird. Stone box guest.

They had a strong smell of low-quality perfume, which almost made Jenkins and the cat on his shoulder choke and cough when they just walked in.

"Madam, our target today is actually this stone box, but unfortunately we arrived a step late. Please give us a price. We can accept any price below 100 pounds."

The tall man spoke in Common Tongue with a heavy accent. Jenkins couldn't recognize the accent of the place, but his words were extremely stiff, as if he couldn't control his mouth.

"Sorry, I like this thing too, and I'm not short of money."

Looking closely, Jenkins has determined that the two men are humanoid alien creatures, but he cannot tell the race.

"Sorry, let me say it again, I want to buy what you are holding for 1 penny, is that okay?"

As the short man spoke abruptly and waved his hands, an invisible light swept across the room. Mr. Dubai and the middle-aged accountant who acted as the middleman closed their eyes unknowingly, but they still stood and remained hypnotized.

Jenkins also closed his eyes but opened them immediately. He just blinked and shook his head at the surprised expression:

"I'll say it again, I won't sell it."

"The Gifter of Humanity? Oops, we've been exposed!"

Shocked, the two overly serious men in black formal suits took a step back. One of them subconsciously extended his right hand to Jenkins, and long gray nails immediately pierced the front of the glove and extended out. Jenkins also saw its dry gray fingers that looked like bacon.

"It turns out that you use perfume to cover up the body odor... You are ghouls!"

The two people whose identities were revealed no longer bothered to cover up, and rushed directly towards Jenkins. Ghouls and humans are completely opposing races in any era, and they will be hunted down as soon as they are discovered, so it is understandable that they decided to kill Jenkins so quickly.

Jenkins, who was well prepared, did not retreat. He took a breath and then spit out a ball of gorgeous fire in front of him.

The two ghouls were hit head-on by the flames, but the faint water patterns on their bodies isolated the fire of Jenkins' gift. Ghouls are a race that hates fire, and [fire avoidance] and even more advanced derivative rituals are quite common among this group.

But it was not an ordinary flame after all. As Jenkins stepped back quickly, the ghouls were getting closer and closer to him, but the flames had already burned through the water patterns on the surface, and then burned two pieces of clothing that had obviously been specially treated. Pieces of cloth.

Jenkins' enemies once again realized the strangeness of the flames and did not care to continue attacking him. Instead, they retreated to the window in tacit agreement. They also tore off their burning clothes to prevent the flames from burning them.

Under those clothes, there was an extremely ugly and disgusting bloated body. Every muscle seemed to have a malignant tumor, and the decaying gray skin reminded people of plague and death at a glance. These are the alien ghouls. Mr. White Cat also mentioned these weird creatures at the party not long ago.

"Human~"

They continued to speak to Jenkins in a very awkward common language, but then they did not attack Jenkins. Instead, they pounced on Mr. Dubai and the middle-aged accountant who were standing with their eyes closed.

Jenkins immediately threw the swordsman chess piece in his hand towards Mr. Dubai who was a little further away. He jumped up and swung his sword from above to hit another ghoul next to the accountant.

The level of the two ghouls' benefactors was quite high, both at level 6. The one that was hit by Jenkins didn't care about his injuries at all, and even used the wound on his chest to fix Jenkins' sword, and then swung his claws to hit his head.

"I'm so stupid, I actually used a sword to stab the heart of a ghoul."

He thought so, and used the same trick again to spray flames forward. But he didn't expect that the opponent would cleverly lie down to avoid the gift of fire, and then roll to Jenkins' side, and when he stood up, his claws swiftly hit his back.

This sudden attack made Jenkins stumble and hit the wall on the side. Seeing that the opponent continued to attack relentlessly, he didn't care about healing himself first, but found the right position and jumped up again, opened his palm and slapped it on the wall. Under the effect of condensation, his palm was frozen on the wall, and Jenkins was equivalent to staying in the air.

The enemy below was stunned, then squatted down and wanted to jump up. But the few seconds it delayed were enough for Jenkins to use [Profane Production].

As he jumped, three snake-like vines dropped from above, piercing directly into his temple and hanging him in the air.

"There's another one!"

He waved his hand and pulled out the sword stuck in the ghoul's chest. With the infusion of spirit, he swung it lightly in the air, and the white sword light flew out, slashing directly at the back of another ghoul that was fighting with the swordsman's chess piece.

But it didn't work. At the moment when the two hit each other, Jenkins heard the sound of iron and stone colliding. The ghoul didn't move his upper body, but turned his neck 180 degrees to look behind him. After seeing his companion being knocked down, he immediately took a hit from the swordsman's ice blade, and then stretched out his leg to kick the swordsman to the wall.