"The professor's experience has nothing to do with me, and I will not bring bad luck to others. I only have the priesthood of lies."
In the galloping carriage, Jenkins muttered in his heart, and then used his elbow to lift up the cat that was about to slide from his chest to his stomach.
"But it seems that meeting professors outside of the church, in fact, in most cases, accidents happen."
A small corner of his heart said again.
Because the father promised to add money, the carriage carrying three people and one cat arrived at the Church of the Sage as quickly as possible. The old man was in charge of paying the money. Captain Bincy led Jenkins up the stone steps at the entrance of the church and walked inward. Now that the setting sun had almost disappeared into the horizon, there were not many believers in the church, so he saw Jenkins walking quickly from outside. The nuns, The priests and even the old priests bowed slightly to salute Jenkins.
The two quickly walked through the main building of the temple in front, and met Smith, the Keeper of Secrets, in the courtyard. After a brief conversation, I learned that the church used a special method to keep the five people in distress alive, but they couldn't wake them up.
When I came to the ward, there were quite a few people inside. Seeing that it was Jenkins, Miss Bevanna let most of them out, leaving only her, Mr. Coppola Bellini and Mr. Pierre Rodney .
The former is the director of the Office of Special Items Handling, holding an elegant four-legged enamel wire incense burner in his hand at this time, while the latter is the director of the Department of Theological Research, holding medical records and other things to check.
Miss Bevanna signaled Jenkins to check on the patients in the hospital. Jenkins nodded and asked Captain Bincy behind him to tell the information he had just provided about his encounter with the professor in the carriage.
This building is a building in the church dedicated to handling emergency patients, so the room has similar decoration features to the inpatient department of the hospital. It's just that the religious atmosphere is stronger, after all, this is a church.
On the walls of the room are gas lamps in the shape of little angels blowing trumpets, and the iron frame bed made of the same material as the steam pipe is extraordinarily strong. The professor was lying on the bed closest to the door, wearing the same clothes as when we met in the afternoon.
It's just that there are some soil and blood stains on the clothes, and the left cuff is still burnt. I don't know what happened to the professor and his party.
Right above the head of each hospital bed, there is a brass-colored earpiece hanging on the wall. As long as the earpiece is pulled, the doctors in the central office on each floor can receive information.
It is said that the church of [Creation and Mechanics] is improving this rough means of communication, and wants to use steam and gas lines to create a short-range communication network that can precisely transmit numbers and even letters...
Thinking of this, Jenkins suddenly recalled the scene he saw in the "future" not long ago. The uniformed police officer across the street from the first "crossover" appears to be using something similar.
He shook his head, temporarily put aside his messy thoughts, and then put aside the cat on his shoulder. The index finger and middle finger of his right hand were put together and placed on the professor's neck. Of course, he didn't want to test the pulse, it was a means to check the vitality.
Even at the stage of [Healing Breath], Jenkins could vaguely feel the vitality of the living body when in direct contact, and after the healing breath evolved from the wooden dagger, he could even feel it directly when the skin touched it. The existence of vitality.
Putting fingers on the professor's neck, the professor's surging vitality was immediately felt. Jenkins had treated four scribes with broken arms last week, but none of the four scribes who were in their prime had the vitality of the professor.
He closed his eyes to relax his five senses, and tried his best to feel whether there was any problem with the self-circulating vitality in the professor's old body. But no matter how he felt, those green air currents flowed perfectly in the professor's body and soul, and Jenkins didn't find anything wrong.
"It's not an injury, it has nothing to do with the body."
He came to this conclusion, hesitated for a moment, and put his finger on the professor's forehead again.
This is obviously not an injury that [Essence of Life] can heal. Jenkins guessed that there is a high probability that something is wrong with the soul. Since Miss Bevanna and the keepers have nothing to do for the time being, Jenkins thinks that he must do something, otherwise he will not be able to receive treatment for a long time. Even if the church uses special means to help these people survive, problems will definitely occur.
Putting his fingers on the professor's forehead, Jenkins relied on his powerful soul to directly feel the professor's soul. He'd never done it before, but instinct told him it was okay.
And after following his instinct, he could vaguely feel the existence of the soul, but it wasn't very real. Opening his eyes, only the cat could see, there seemed to be a purple light flashing in Jenkins' eyes at that moment.
"I see..."
After feeling the wave of the soul, he opened his eyes and saw with the eyes of reality, a ray of black smoke like a snake wrapped around the professor's body and passed through the temple and the position of the heart. main reason for waking up.
Even if Jenkins didn't notice them, after a while, Miss Bevana and the keepers would have a way to gradually detect this strange aura.
"Can you save them?"
Seeing Jenkins withdraw his finger, Miss Bevanna asked.
"There is no problem with my body. My ability is useless. But I feel an evil breath. I think the power of divine magic should be able to wake them up."
Jenkins replied honestly.
Three of the unconscious people were professors of the college, and the rest were young teaching assistants. These people are all believers of the sage, and they are innocent, and they are engaged in work that is consistent with the teachings of the sage. These people are very precious believers, and the church will spare no effort to rescue them.
Of course, it is also important to know the whereabouts of other people.
Without further ado, after getting the answer from Jenkins, Miss Bevanna personally took people to the river ruins in the south of the pasture to check the situation, and the ceremony of rescuing the professor and others was presided over by Smith, the secret keeper who was not on duty in front of the Vientiane Gate today.
It's not too late now, the clergy in the church that can read the sage's scriptures in conjunction with the ceremony have just finished their day's work, no matter whether they live in the church or have independent residences outside, they haven't left here yet, so I want to expand Large ceremonies are not difficult.
Mr. Smith had apparently already thought about what kind of ceremony to perform, and the venue for the ceremony was the open square on the ground floor of the ward building. Jenkins had never been down here, and had no idea there was such a vast space here.