The Master of the Strange Realm

Of course, in terms of weight alone, the price of the same weight of [Mind Blocking Metal] is about the same as the price of dragon blood with a concentration of over 80%, which is something that poor Jenkins can only dream about.

Even though his status as a writer has improved.

Looking at the chocolate licking the milk brought by Jenkins, he suddenly felt that his life was worse than that of a cat.

The family was really surprised when they came home with more than two hundred pounds in cash that night. Seeing this, Mary Williams knew that she could not stop Jenkins from moving away. She held him and cried for a long time, but finally she could only accept it.

She gave Jenkins a lot of advice on where to move. 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. The deposit for the apartment was not that much.

"I plan to deposit it in the church. After all, although Mr. Traveler's bank has a higher interest rate, it is safer to have it in my own church."

"This is good."

Old William nodded, "But you can also consider some small investments or loans. There are many industrial companies that absorb cash now. The Nolan-Pasadena Union Railway Company has recently been raising funds. If you are interested, I can give you some advice on this..."

But Jenkins just wants to keep the money in his own hands, and he still lacks a lot of things.

The three days of Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday passed very peacefully. It was almost the end of the month. Dad was rushing to make up the report. He threatened Jenkins to study quickly so that he could take over his job.

Jenkins has never forgotten the murmur he heard at the end of last month. He compared it later and found that even during the period of exposure to the evil god's divinity, the mental damage he suffered was not as strong as the murmur. This led him to make some bold guesses.

Captain Binsi has not asked Jenkins for help since the rainy night incident. It is unknown whether the number of injuries requiring treatment has decreased, or whether he has found a new owner of the healing ability.

On Thursday evening, Jenkins finished his day's study at his dad's place and stretched as he walked down the street. Chocolate the cat stood at the door of the store and watched him leave.

"Is that Mr. Barnard?"

Jenkins was stunned. Wasn't the man walking in front the man who saved his life from the octopus tentacles on the day he traveled through time?

He later tried to thank Mr Barnard but found he had no idea how to contact him. Dad and this gentleman had no connection. Captain Binsey might have known about it, but Jenkins always forgot to ask him.

Because both of them had special status, it was impossible for Jenkins to say hello loudly on the street, so he followed him from a distance.

Soon, Barnard, who was in a hurry, left the alley and entered the narrow alley between two stone walls with a newspaper. His right foot, wearing a black boot, stepped on the sewage at the entrance of the alley, splashing mud on the legs of a woman with a yellow face who was passing by carrying a vegetable basket.

The woman looked helplessly at the man's retreating figure, not daring to complain.

Jenkins followed immediately.

"Mr. Barnard!"

Jenkins shouted when he saw no one around in the alley. The air was particularly bad today, and Barnard's figure was somewhat blurry even though he was less than a hundred meters away.

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

Sure enough, it was him, still looking the same, wearing a brown leather jacket and a yellow hat decorated with black ribbons.

"Oh, it's you, long time no see."

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

"Hello, sir, I haven't had time to thank you for what happened last time. 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 dull and stern voice: "Are you okay?"

"Um?"

Jenkins was stunned, "Oh, yes, Barnard may be on a mission," he thought, and said apologetically:

"It's okay. Goodbye then, sir."

"goodbye."

Barnard turned around and disappeared around the corner.

"It's a little weird."

Jenkins thought as he walked back to the main road, stretched out his hand to wave the passing carriage to stop, "Privet Drive", and quickly forgot about the matter.

On Friday, Jenkins saw Miss Mihail again in Dad's store.

She brought a beautiful teapot to her father to help identify the specific year. Jenkins took a look at it, but he had no idea.

"I heard that Mr. Willamt is looking for an apartment recently?"

While Dad was working with gloves on, Miss Michael said boredly to Jenkins, who was reading a historical monograph called "Eight Hundred Years of Records: From 1000 to 1800".

Miss Hesha was not seen today, but the carriage outside the door was still the one with the family crest on it, so Jenkins guessed that the family crest should belong to the Michael family.

"Yes."

Jenkins nodded, not taking his eyes off the book. Although it is a bit rude to do so, his father asked him to finish reading this book before the end of this weekend. The current progress is 90/312.

Miss Michael didn't care either. She asked the two young maids who followed her into the store not to stand so close, and then looked at the furnishings in the antique store in boredom.

"My friend Baron Leonard wants to sell a house in Nolan City, not far from here. Do you need me to introduce him?"

she asked.

Jenkins then took his eyes away from the book.

"Sorry, I'm afraid my budget doesn't allow me to buy a whole house."

He smiled bitterly and said that he originally wanted to ask her if she had any friends renting an apartment, but with the status of this noble girl, she probably wouldn't know such a person.

"how much money you have?"

She asked directly without any hesitation, with an expression of interest on her face.

With slightly red lips, shiny eyelashes, and fair cheeks, I have to say that this is the most beautiful girl Jenkins knows.

"Two hundred pounds."

Jenkins hesitated and replied that he always had to keep some money on hand.

"That's enough."

Bryony Michael replied, "We are friends. If you really want to buy it, for my sake, Baron Leonard should be able to give it to you for less than 230 pounds."

"Why is it so low?"

Jenkins has been concerned about rent recently, so he naturally knows about housing prices. Although this is not the core area of ​​Nolan City, it is close to the pier and housing prices are very high. And what Miss Michael just described was "a house", which is probably not the kind of place like a single-room first-floor apartment.

Chapter 80 Chapter 77 Extremely smooth house purchase

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

Miss Michael explained, "And it's said to be haunted recently."

Jenkins noticed his father holding a teapot and paused.

"Is it haunted?"

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

"rest assured."

Miss Michael did not comment on Jenkins' "cowardly" performance, chuckled twice, and explained: "I also heard rumors that it was haunted there, and I took Hathaway to stay there for two nights, but nothing happened. , the so-called haunting is just a rumor.”

There was a bit of disappointment in her tone. Dad was right. Sooner or later, this girl would destroy herself because of her boldness.

Jenkins didn't answer immediately. He looked at his father with his peripheral vision, and the old man nodded.

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

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

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

"Money is tight and you are poorer than me."

Jenkins understood why he was eager to sell the house.

Dad was in a good mood today, so he simply 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 Dad's Antique Store.

This area, like Privet Drive, is also a dedicated residential area, but the environment and quality of housing are incomparable to Privet Drive.

A two-story house with a small front yard and storage behind the house, that's all the property for sale. Jenkins looked upstairs and downstairs. The house was clean and tidy, and the furniture was there. He didn't see anything strange after turning on the [Eye of Reality].

“Very clean.”

Jenkins commented, then looked at Dad, the sentence was a double entendre.

"Yes, very clean."

Dad agreed, and Jenkins felt relieved.

"That's good. The so-called haunting is just a rumor spread by low-class people."

As Baron Leonard spoke, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the handkerchief in the breast pocket of his black formal suit. He looked very nervous.

"Since you feel good, do you want to buy it? Miss Mihai introduced you personally, and I can give you a very favorable price."

"It's really nice here."

Jenkins said this and thought so in his heart, but is it a bit hasty to decide now?

"I only live alone. This house is a bit big."

"You can't say that."

The Baron denied: "Mr. Williamt is also reaching the age of marriage. Sooner or later you will have to move to a larger house. Instead of wasting another gold pound, it is better to start preparing now."

Dad actually nodded!

"That's right."

Jenkins murmured to himself, stroking the fabric sofa on the side with his hand. The baron introduced that it was imported from the Kingdom of Chesland.

"But...how many gold pounds do you want?"

"I own the house and land, and I can sell these to you for 180 pounds. But these furniture are also very valuable, because they are not brand new, so I can trade them in for 50 pounds, making a total of 230 pounds."

Jenkins laughed twice and said, "I don't want furniture. My dad has antique furniture. Why should I buy these that have been used so many times by someone?"

"gentlemen."

The baron looked a little embarrassed. He gritted his teeth and persuaded again: "I know this is a bit difficult, but I can't move these furniture away. Those damn dock workers will definitely charge a lot of transportation fees. Instead of letting those inferior people make money from our gold pounds, it is better to take a step back. Everything, 200 pounds, as long as you can pay me in cash today, they are yours."

This is indeed a very reasonable price. The baron really seems to want to sell this place. If he misses it, Jenkins will never get such a cheap thing again.

But Baron Leonard's attitude is a little strange. Why is he so eager to get rid of this place? Is there something fishy?

Jenkins looked at his father again. His father opened his mouth and made a "yes" lip shape.

That's no problem. Buying this kind of place for 200 pounds is a profitable deal even if it is sold immediately.

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

"The procedures for land transactions..."

"No problem, as long as the deal is done, leave everything to me!"

The Baron had some joy on his face, and held down his hat to indicate that everything was left to him.

In the evening, Jenkins and his father took a carriage back to St. George Street again, took out the key strung with red wool from his pocket, and walked into the house.

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

Jenkins exclaimed.

"Are you surprised? This is normal."

The father sat on the sofa and patted the sofa quilt with emotion, "This is a high-end sofa handmade by Master Brodo. Just this piece of furniture can be sold for at least 50 pounds. That Baron is really evil!"

"Dad, is there really no evil spirit here?"

Jenkins asked.

"It's happened before, so the rumors of haunting are probably true."

The old man pointed upstairs, "It's almost near the bedroom on the second floor, but the breath of the spirit is very weak. It should have been eliminated in the past few days. Maybe it offended a passing gifter?"

"It should be Miss Hesha."

Jenkins guessed in his heart, and at the same time he knew that his father had the special ability to observe spirits.

"Then Baron Leonard is eager to take action..."

"Gambling debt."