Chapter 43
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(Thank you to 1770 and Changan Wangjin for your tips)
Mrs. Smith was no longer in Greenwich. Before Christmas, she had already gone to the old house for a holiday.
Lov Smith did not go with his wife because he still had to go to school, and because he wanted to wait for his son to leave with Béla.
"By the way, Dad, where are the things I bought?"
Mr. Smith looked up at the rearview mirror and said, "Your mother took them to the old house and gave them to your little elf as you requested."
Lov had always respected his son's decisions. He didn't think that his son was just a kid. As a university professor, he had seen too many geniuses who were smart enough to solve their own problems at a young age. Therefore, he didn't find it strange that his son was so mature.
Anyway, his son was a Wizard. As long as he did not want to destroy the world, he could do whatever he wanted. Why did parents care so much? It would make children feel disgusted.
If he had the time, he might as well spend it with his wife.
This kind of carefree attitude brought Jon a lot of freedom in life.
Can you imagine the happiness of not being restricted by your parents and having your parents support you in whatever you do?
No, you can't imagine that kind of happiness at all.
"By the way, Dad." Jon rubbed the ring on his finger. "How much pocket money do I have left?"
"No one has touched your pocket money. It's all in your account."
Mr. Smith turned the steering wheel into the garage. After parking the car, he asked, "Why do you ask?"
"I want to customize a Christmas gift for myself."
Jon did not explain much about this question.
Béla went home by herself after arriving at her uncle's house. She usually went home alone. Jon and Mr. Smith had to decorate the house before going to the old house.
After all, it was Christmas. They had to decorate.
There was no need for Jon to do the decorating at home. There were only a few ribbons, and Mr. Smith could handle them all by himself. While his father was having dinner, Jon took the money clip and went out alone.
Jon's house was close to Greenwich University. The nearby business market was very developed. Christmas was even more lively.
However, this kind of bustle was not attractive to Jon.
He was someone who had experienced Double Eleven.
After walking on the street for a while, Jon walked into a custom-made shop with a candy cane in his hand. It didn't seem to have many customers.
This shop had been open for many years. The owner of the shop was an old Chinese man with excellent craftsmanship. Jon always came here to play when he was very young. At that time, he saw the old man making things, so he always remembered him very clearly.
As the name suggested, as long as one's request was reasonable, they could make anything.
Jon's purpose of coming out was to change a new frame for his monocle and turn this pair of glasses into a pair.
Although he was not nearsighted, wearing a monocle was a very strange thing. The Wizard's world was also developing, and monocles were indeed obsolete for a long time.
Pushing open the door of the custom-made shop, Jon walked to the counter and woke up the old shop owner who was dozing behind the counter.
"Grandpa Jin, merry Christmas."
The old shop owner was not angry about being woken up by Jon. Old people always liked children. As an old acquaintance, he also liked Jon very much.
"Little Jon, did you come here to wish grandpa a merry Christmas?"
The old man put on the glasses hanging in front of his chest and then narrowed his eyes at Jon.
"No." Jon gently shook his head. "I came this time to ask you to help me make a frame."
He took out the monocle from his pocket and gently put it on the silk cushion on the counter.
"Oh, this is a very old style. Is it an antique in your house?"
The old shop owner put on the gloves and carefully held the support frame of the lens.
"What do you want the new frame to look like? Is it just for maintenance? I have many frames here for you to choose from. "
Jon did not have any ideas.
He just wanted an ordinary pair of glasses. This pair of glasses did not need to be very beautiful, just ordinary enough.
"You really know how to give the old man a difficult problem!"
The old shop owner let out a chuckle and pushed out a small box that matched the size of the lens. "Come on, look at these frames. Do you like any of them?"
Chown picked a shelf, but it wasn't ordinary at all. It was amber in color and had patterns engraved on it. Most importantly, there was a small clasp where the lens was placed. It could be opened so that the lens wouldn't be damaged when it was installed.
Although the lens did not look like much, there were several magic arrays engraved on the outline, and it was filled with the colloid made from the magic plants in the forbidden forest. It was not obvious on the surface, but the inside was very delicate. If it was damaged, Helga would have to do it himself to fix it, and it might not be done in a short time.
So Jon liked this frame at first glance. After looking at it a lot, he felt that it was new and unusual.
So …
"How much is this frame?"
Jon played with the brown frame in his hand and released some magic power into the frame from the tip of his finger.
There was no reaction. The magic power seemed to just circle around the frame and then dissipated into the air randomly.
As expected.
The old shop owner did not expect that Jon would pick this out in the end.
"This frame is kind of ordinary. I thought you would choose the black one."
Jon smiled and replied, "At my age, black is really not suitable for me. This amber one is more suitable."
"You have good taste, but this frame is not cheap."
"It's okay. I have money."
Jon shook the wallet in his hand. "But I'll have to trouble Grandpa Jin to help me put on the other lens."
"Of course, of course." The old shop owner was faster. He had already taken a round lens and polished it against the lens Jon brought.
The only advantage of a handmade shop was that Jon could keep an eye on his lens at all times so that it would not be damaged. As for the broken frame, he did not care very much.
Originally, if he did not have a suitable frame, he would have brought a section of suitable magic wood and was going to order a frame here.
But since there was a suitable one, it was naturally good.
The old shop owner was very familiar with the workmanship, and the lens was quickly polished. After all, it was just a plain lens and did not take much effort.
After waiting for two hours, Jon finally put on his new glasses.
"Quite like a good student."
He looked at himself in the mirror and said.
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