For the next period of time, the keeper took the trouble to ask Jenkins whether he had accepted the power from death. Jenkins promised over and over again that he was not greedy, and even swore in the name of a sage.
But even so, the Keeper and Miss Bevanna were still worried, checking Jenkins for signs of death over and over again through rituals, potions and even weird numbered items.
"Why are you so nervous? Even if I accept the gift from the man in black, there shouldn't be any problem, right? I've experienced it before. The power he wants to give me should be without malice."
When reporting, Jenkins concealed the fact that he was invited to enter the world of [Ancient Death], and put some of Mr. Augustus's words on the man in black in the broken house.
"That's not the problem."
Miss Bevanna explained, without looking Jenkins in the eye:
"Your soul's original ability is the category of life, which means that the power of death is very likely to affect you. Even the power of death without malice may pollute your pure source of life, which is quite possible things."
The priesthood of lies did not indicate that this was a lie, but Jenkins always felt that she was hiding something, so he thought about having time to ask the old elf.
In this way, I spent the whole morning in a daze, had lunch with chocolate in the church, chatted with Miss Bevanna for a while, and just wanted to go to the library to read a book and then write out the cure for the plague, when I bumped into the old man. father.
"You haven't accepted the power of death, have you?"
He looked nervous and asked the first sentence like this.
"Of course not. I'm very sensible and never believe in gifts for no reason."
Jenkins reassured, and then looked at Dad suspiciously.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Dad asked suspiciously.
"Your reactions today... are a bit strange."
"What's so strange? I feel that it's really strange that you always encounter these strange things."
Dad didn't let Jenkins go back to the store in the afternoon, apparently acquiescing that he could stay in the church all the time today.
In the afternoon, for some reason, Miss Audrey also came to the church with a face of panic, and then asked a question that Jenkins had heard many times:
"You haven't accepted the power of death, have you?"
"of course not."
He replied again, and then he was really skeptical. What everyone was worried about was that the power of death would conflict with his soul's original ability.
He spent the whole afternoon sitting in the library reading books. Today is Wednesday, so there are not many people who are as leisurely and elegant as him. So Jenkins and Chocolate can monopolize a long table in the library with a book on it, a teacup on the left side of the book, and a cat on the right side.
Jenkins stroked the chocolate while reading a book, while the cat squinted and took a nap on the table. Jenkins sat in a position that could receive the sun's rays. Even if the fog in the sky partially obscured the sunlight, the sun's rays could still find the foot of the long table.
The cat fell asleep quickly under the warm sunshine, and the light was like a beam of light, shining only on the chocolate. The library was extremely quiet, only the tiny particles floating in the beam of sunlight showed that everything was not static.
But the cat didn't sleep deeply, because when Jenkins stopped the movement of his hand, it would close its eyes and stretch out its paw, pawing at Jenkins' hand.
"Don't go too far."
Jenkins warned.
"Meow~"
Cats can't handle that much.
Because today is Wednesday, Jenkins originally planned to sit in the library until dinner time, and then go straight to evening classes. But at four o'clock in the afternoon, he saw Captain Bincy enter the library and walk straight up to him.
"Good afternoon, Jenkins, I have something to tell you."
"OK."
Jenkins stood up and scooped up the cat, which was already awake but laying on the table.
It was bad manners to talk in the library, and Jenkins and Captain Bincy were going to talk outside.
"Things have progressed yesterday afternoon."
"Has there been any progress? Is it about the plague in that alley? Or has the [Evil Plague] reappeared?"
Jenkins asked suspiciously. He has not yet sorted out a complete cure for the plague. It stands to reason that what happened last night should not have any results.
"No, no, it's not the plague, it's another disease. Remember, the poor woman who died suffered from more than one disease. Miss Bevanna suspected that another suspicious flu was the cause of the strange disease. We tracked down the textile factory where the dead woman worked, and sure enough, we got a clue!"
Captain Bincy frowned and said.
"Are you going now? Do you want to invite me to go too? Oh, if you can convince Dad, I think I'll..."
He answered eagerly, feeling that Captain Bincy wanted to invite him to go with him, otherwise he would not have told him about it.
"No, the investigation was finished this morning. When I reported to Miss Bevanna just now, she said that you seem to be very interested in this matter, so let me tell you the whole story."
Hearing this, Jenkins was very disappointed. After all, "Future" seemed to imply that killing that person himself, being caught by the church or escaping was not what he wanted. But now that there is a result, it is natural to listen to it, but I don't know if they really caught the man who was cursed by Jenkins.
The process of the matter was quite simple. In order to prevent surprises, before the action this morning, the church began to secretly investigate whether there were any strange people in the textile factory full of female workers recently.
The one-night investigation actually yielded results. The textile factory where the female corpse worked was not considered big, it could only be regarded as a small workshop, and there had been no large-scale personnel changes recently. Many people were able to point out who was the first female worker who had the flu phenomenon, which saved a lot of time for the investigation.
"That was Coryce Ebowa, a 29-year-old textile factory worker who lived in the west of the city. She had the flu a week ago, but she did not receive any treatment because she was reluctant to spend money on medical treatment. But her Apart from coughing, runny nose and mild fever, the flu doesn't have much impact, so neither she nor the female worker who was infected by her paid much attention to it."
"The symptoms are mild and the contagion rate is extremely high. It's really similar to winter flu."
Jenkins added with a nod, as if neither of those events had anything to do with him.
"No, it has nothing to do with me."
He said to himself in his heart.