The fighting class was unremarkable, but Jenkins learned from Miss Bevanna that the entrance to the Mirror World on the outskirts of the city had decided to close it permanently.
After weighing the information provided by Jenkins and Miss Capet, the Orthodox Church finally believed that the mirror world was an area that mortals should not explore. For the peace and tranquility of the material world, all the secrets about the mirror world will be permanently sealed, and the story of the circus will be lost forever.
This is the right decision, greed did not consume mortals, this will open the way for mortals to move on.
The next day was Thursday, and early in the morning Jenkins found a letter from Lawyer Bell who lived at 1 St. George Street in his mailbox.
[Dear Lord William:
good day,
You are cordially invited to a meeting of neighbors this Sunday at 19:00 at 1 St. George Street, where the street's self-government for the new year will be discussed.
I wish you all the best in your life on St. George's Street.
NOTE: You do not need to bring gifts.
your neighbor,
Francis Bell]
There was no stamp on the envelope, and it looked like it had been dropped straight into Jenkins' mailbox by the lawyer early in the morning. Probably due to the emphasis on Jenkins' identity, the tone of this letter is extremely formal, but in fact this kind of invitation does not need such a formal letter.
In his pajamas, he checked the mail at the gate of the fence, and heard the door of the neighbor's house open. It wasn't that Mr. Goodman was going to go to work, it was Mrs. Mistalla Frante, the neighbor on the other side, who appeared.
The middle-aged woman had an irregular schedule, and this was the first time Jenkins had seen her early in the morning. She also noticed Jenkins who was checking the mailbox, and walked towards her door while saying hello.
Not to want to go out, but to get letters and newspapers like Jenkins. Unsurprisingly, Lawyer Bell also sent her an invitation letter. Jenkins and Mrs. Frante talked about it, and they both agreed that although the letter stated that there was no need to bring gifts, if they were really empty-handed It would be impolite to go.
The date of the neighbor party was chosen on Sunday night, presumably because of the schedule of the neighbors. Jenkins took it very seriously. He thought he would live on St. George's Street for many more years, so he decided to skip everything that night as much as possible and come back to participate.
He still has important things to do today. Half a month after the Battle of the Evergreen Forest, the Church of the Sages has dealt with the bodies of all the victims, and finally decided to hold a collective funeral for them. The funeral was held in a church cemetery in the suburbs. Dad told Jenkins in advance, so Jenkins changed into a black formal dress suitable for the funeral atmosphere before going out.
First, I went to the old man's antique shop in a carriage. After picking up my father, the carriage carried the two of them to the suburbs of the city. This was the carriage that Jenkins had found at the corner of St. George's Street. The driver was very happy to be able to take the guests so far away in the early morning.
It wasn't the first time Jenkins had attended a funeral, so Dad didn't have to explain what he needed to be aware of. The funeral started at ten o'clock in the morning, and the two arrived near the cemetery at half past eight.
It was a Y-shaped intersection. Among the three roads, the road that the carriage came from led to Nolan, the left side led to Chike Town and some small villages under Nolan, and the right side was the cemetery of the Sage Church and the low hills where there are many orchards.
After paying the fare, we set out along the path towards the cemetery, and within a short distance, we saw the cemetery hidden in the morning mist. Jenkins and Dad weren't the first to come, there were many people who came earlier than them.
Even before the funeral started, the atmosphere at the scene was even more depressing than expected. After entering the cemetery, the father and Jenkins did not communicate again. Soon the father saw an acquaintance, walked over to chat alone, and left Jenkins there alone.
Most of the people at the scene knew Jenkins, and those who saw him would greet him with a very respectful tone. But Jenkins didn't want people doing that, at least not here, and it would embarrass him, though he didn't know where it came from.
It would be very rude to bring a cat to a funeral, but Jenkins couldn't find someone to watch it. Now Chocolate is pretending to be obedient and stepping on the grass, closely following Jenkins' heels. They had a unilateral agreement this morning. If Chocolate is very obedient, then they can get him some delicious food for dinner.
The cat likes delicious food, but it hates being rejected by Jenkins even more, so it decides to be very obedient during the funeral, and let Jenkins know that his cat is a well-behaved cat.
At about nine o'clock, the crowd had already arrived, and most of the church's gifted people who had no work today came. A lot of ordinary clergy and high-level church officials also came, and Jenkins saw the bishop get off the carriage accompanied by a group of people from a distance. But he had a speech to prepare for a while, so Jenkins left him alone.
In the absence of his father, Jenkins could only stand with Professor Burns. The two had a lot of topics in common. Apart from Mr. Corpse's party tonight, they also talked about the skeleton sword.
The professor has always been very interested in that sword, and after the event ended, he used the church's resources to find some information. Although not very successful, at least it really found something unusual from the past years.
"The Skull Sword is not completely unknown. In fact, even in our time, there are still legends about that sword circulating in many areas. I checked the writings of some folklorists and found that it is similar to [The Sword That Controls Undead]Related stories or legends have almost run through our history. And in some versions of the story, the sword is still related to God.”
"is that so?"
Intrigued, Jenkins stood with the professor, arms folded, under the colonnade of the church in the middle of the cemetery. Few people pass by here, and it's a great place for conversation.
"I think you should have been vaguely aware that none of the religious books declared that their gods were the original gods. Regarding the world and gods, the current mainstream theory holds that the great [Spirit of Nature] [Goddess of the Earth] and [Eternal Blazing Sun] is the original god. But have you noticed anything strange? Why is the great [Death End] who has the most orthodox [Death] priesthood excluded from the original god?"
The professor asked softly, and he was also a little afraid of talking about gods wantonly. Jenkins thought for a while, shook his head and said that he couldn't say it. He also understood that [death] and [everything] [earth] and [sun] should indeed have the same status. It is indeed strange that the professor pointed out.