The empty space on the ground floor of the ward building became lively with the preparations for the magic ceremony.
Taking advantage of the scribes who were called to help draw complex ceremonial formations on the ground, Dad told Jenkins that this place was originally a place where prisoners were held and experiments were conducted during the war.
"Experiments in the basement of the ward?"
Jenkins was taken aback for a moment, but the father raised his finger and put it in front of his mouth, signaling Jenkins not to speak out his guess:
"Jenkins, you were born in peaceful times, so it may be difficult to understand how dirty, horrible and twisted the past times are. It's all normal. I think your recent history studies, real recent history studies, recently It's time to start."
Jenkins didn't speak for a while. Although the world he saw was backward, it was indeed civilized and prosperous, and order controlled most places in human life. Although the history that the old man said surprised him, he was not very surprised.
After all, in the original imagination of the stranger, the world involving magic, nobles, churches, alien races, and weirdness should have been ignorant and terrifying.
"Actually, the current order is what surprised me the most."
He whispered in his heart, a small corner of his heart, but he was very lost because he couldn't share his inner thoughts with anyone. He is alone, and some things can only be known by himself.
As the soothing voice sounded, the soft and sacred hymn seemed to echo in the vast underground space. When the second bar of the hymn ends and the third bar begins, the priesthood also begins to read the praises of the sages.
The magical array arranged on the ground immediately lit up with golden light, and all the believers present, including Jenkins, had golden light spots on their bodies.
The runes and symbols drawn on the ground shone with dazzling brilliance, and brilliant golden light also appeared on the bodies of the patients in the center. This golden light can be observed by everyone, and as the singing of the choir reached its peak, in the magical golden light that seemed to be gushing out, a few wisps of black air appeared.
They are being corroded by the power of divine magic, and they want to fly out of the magic array, but they are blocked by the barriers that have already been arranged.
The fingers of the unconscious people were already trembling, and the black air was quickly dissipated, leaving only the last traces. Before these black threads were about to disappear completely, they actually condensed into one strand, and drilled out of the magic barrier like a drill, and fled towards the iron gate of the underground space.
Jenkins happened to be standing at the door with his father. When he saw something inexplicable flying over, he subconsciously reached out to grab it.
Under everyone's gaze, those things that seemed to be thinned immediately made a "呲呲~" sound, and then melted and dissolved in Jenkins' hands.
"I didn't do anything."
Jenkins said guiltily while opening his palms, and subconsciously took a step back.
"I know you didn't do anything."
Dad patted him on the shoulder, signaling him not to worry about it, and then walked forward to meet the awakened professors. People seemed to think that it was a normal phenomenon just now, and Jenkins, who had come up with a lot of rhetoric quickly, had no chance to tell the lie he made up.
"Is the highest level of lying a lie that people will automatically make up and believe even if they don't do anything?"
He thought in surprise in his heart that the cat standing at his feet read Jenkins' thoughts and looked at him nervously, wondering if he had been exposed.
The few people who woke up seemed to be in good spirits, and Jenkins also wanted to ask the professor what happened to them. But Dad seems to think that letting Jenkins know too much puts him or anyone else in danger, so he just sends him home to sleep:
"Aren't you going to attend a divination class at Audrey's house tomorrow? Go back quickly. If you're really curious, Bevanna will tell you the result after she solves this matter."
The father involuntarily arranged for a carriage to take Jenkins home, and didn't even give him a chance to say goodbye to the professor.
The carriage carried Jenkins back to St. George's Avenue, and then Jenkins left a phantom reading in the study on the second floor, and flew directly into the night sky on a unicorn with chocolate.
Generally speaking, he is unwilling to take the initiative to participate in such troublesome things, but the black aura he saw on the four professors just now is really weird. According to Jenkins' judgment, there is definitely something wrong with the original owner of that wisp of breath. The feeling of being distorted and weird and out of tune with the world is probably a weird thing.
"I'm just going to see if Miss Bevanna can handle that thing."
He told himself in his heart, and then urged the unicorn to fly to the river ruins outside the city at the fastest speed.
The sky over the city was filled with fog, and Jenkins let the unicorn fly upwards out of the fog circle because he had to fly high enough to avoid the sight below. Looking down on Nolan from above, just as Professor Burns said, the whole city seemed to be shrouded in that layer of fog.
If the fog can change from gas to solid, then the current situation is equivalent to the city of Nolan being covered.
"Sooner or later something will go wrong."
Jenkins is quite sure of this, he can already faintly see a black aura from the huge fog circle. This is not a monster, but the entire layer of fog is turning into a monster.
But even if this is discovered, there's nothing Jenkins can do to stop it. Even if the fog is cleared temporarily, it will reappear sooner or later. The cure can only be the technological reform of the steam industry and the implementation of the kingdom's decrees. Thinking of this, Jenkins recalled the so-called five-year plan he saw in the "future".
"Some people have said that the Queen will not live until the end of this summer. If it is Miss Windsor who finally wins the crown, I will definitely persuade her to actually implement the air protection bill."
The night of the city in this era is bleak, not to mention the relics of the river with almost no people. After flying out of the city, Jenkins had no idea where he was. It was pitch black below without any reference, and it was even more impossible to find road signs.
He didn't expect to come back during the day, so he didn't deliberately record the way in the carriage. Therefore, it was too late when he found out that he was lost. After all, unicorns flew very fast, and a little thinking was enough for Jenkins to stray several miles from the correct direction.
"Pause."
He gently stroked the soft fur on the mount's neck, and the little beast groaned softly, and immediately stopped in the air. This shows that the unicorn can fly not just because it has a pair of wings that can be hidden at any time. Of course, those wings may also be decorations.
PS: There is another chapter at noon