John rubbed the lamp on his hand: "Yes, this lamp is very ordinary, but I feel the emotion you pour into it from this lamp. "What's that? Vic and Susan were eye to eye, and both found confusion in each other's eyes. Vic shook his head, what a weirdo. What is the outpouring of affection? Vic shook his head: "No, no, no, this can't be sold to you." It's the only oil lamp here, and if I sell it to you, we won't have any oil lamps in our house, so my son might miss it when he comes back. ”

Ah, John sighed and put down the oil lamp in his hand. This was the first time John had seen something resembling a soul block on an object, radiating its own light. Originally, John wanted to buy it and study it carefully, but others didn't sell it. John, feeling a little pity, sighed and walked to the side of the carriage. Then he slapped himself on the head hard, startling Golia, who was hiding in his hood. Gloria stuck out her little head to make sure no one was paying attention. He stretched out his neck above and watched John take out a new oil lamp from the carriage from the side of the carriage. This oil lamp is more expensive than the old couple's oil lamp, because compared to the oil lamp that only has a layer of iron attached to the oil lamp to isolate oil leakage, John's oil lamp is made of copper, and this alone shows that it is not something that ordinary people can use.

John didn't care so much, he took the oil lamp and looked at it, and asked Marcima in a low voice, "Can you add a little blessing to this lamp?" John thought for a moment, "It would be nice if the light of this lamp would not be blown out by the outside wind." Marcima blinked, and then John noticed that the oil lamp in his hand flashed. It seemed to be all right, John tried to add some oil to the oil lamp in the corner, lit the oil lamp, and waved his hand to try. Even if he just used some strength to wave his hand, it is reasonable to say that it is a little more fierce than many winds in the outside world, and the small lights on the oil lamp sway from side to side in the wind, but they will never be extinguished. When the wind stopped, the lamp shook and continued to burn stubbornly in the oil lamp. John watched the scene, smiled slightly, and then blew lightly into the lamp. Strangely, John's wind was fainter than the previous wind, but it only turned out the lights in one fell swoop.

Seeing this, John nodded in satisfaction: If I had exchanged a lamp, they would have given it to me, right?

Inside the cabin, Vic is playing with his grandchildren, while Susan is working on today's lunch by the fireplace. The first to notice John's return was the woman on the side. Seeing that John was back here, the woman gently tugged at Susan's sleeve and pointed at her. Susan turned her head to see John back with a smile on her face, "Did you forget something?"

John shook his head and held up the oil lamp in his hand: "When I was sorting out the goods just now, I found that I brought an oil lamp. I want to exchange this oil lamp for your oil lamp. ”

Vic looked at the brass oil lamp in John's hand. The workmanship of this oil lamp is still very fine, although there is no pattern on the whole oil lamp, there is no shape, but it is just a lamp with lamp oil on the base, but both inside and outside have been finely polished and polished, shining in the sun, can be used as a mirror. If you look at the oil lamp in the corner by yourself, it can't be compared.

Vic felt strange: "Mr. Merchant, you are in business, and you know the difference between the two better than we do." If you sell the oil lamp in your hand, sell this lamp of mine, and there will be more than ten of them. Why are you so attached to the lamp in my house?"

John put the oil lamp in his hand on the table and said, "As I said before, your lamp is injected with too much emotion in the process of using it, although in your eyes, that lamp is just an ordinary oil lamp, but what you don't know, every night, in order for your son to return safely to the lit oil lamp, when you refuel again and again, you also inject your emotions into it." And what I value is this part of your prayer for your family. ”

"......" still doesn't understand, I always think it's very powerful. Vic and Susan looked at each other for a moment, a little undecided.

John thought they were reluctant, so he said, "This oil lamp is miraculous, except that the breath that blows out of your mouth can extinguish it, as long as you have oil in it, no matter how strong the wind outside, it will not blow it out." As he spoke, he reached out and snapped his fingers lightly, and lit the oil lamp.

Vic and the others watched this scene and were a little frightened, but the two children did not feel it, lying on the edge of the table and staring at the oil lamp on the table. John nudged the lamp in their direction and pushed it in front of the child. The two children saw that their movements were being discovered, and quickly shrank their heads under the table. Later, I found that nothing had happened, so I secretly stretched out again.

Vic watched John's movements, with a hint of fear and a hint of awe in his eyes, and asked cautiously, "Excuse me, are you a knight or a priest?" John shook his head: "I am neither actually nor a priest, and I do not believe in any gods." "You ......," Vic looked at John's oil lamp. Just snapping your fingers to light an oil lamp is not something ordinary people can do. "It's just a little trick, not worth mentioning. John said.

Vic wanted to say something more, but was lightly touched by Susan next to him, and held back the question that had already come to his lips.

After that, John wanted them to demonstrate the magic of this oil lamp, and looked at the two little ones waving their fans around the oil lamp, John said, "So, in exchange for this oil lamp, I want your oil lamp, is it okay?"

Vic looked at the miraculous oil lamp of this battle, and kept thinking of a voice in his heart: promise him, promise him quickly. As long as you nod your head, this magical oil lamp is yours. But soon, Vic's eyes cleared, and he looked at John: "Sir, I know you are not an ordinary person. Since you like my oil lamp, then I will give it to you. In the previous transaction, you sold the goods at a very cheap price. Even though I know you don't care about the money, I still don't think I can take this oil lamp. ”