He tried his best to make his words more pleasant, but sadly found that the grammar knowledge he had inherited could only go so far. If he can answer in Chinese, Jenkins is confident that he can write 200 words.
The teachings of [Inheritance Sage] are very similar to what Jenkins said, and it might be better to combine them, but the original owner Jenkins only remembers "that paragraph is very long", "that paragraph sounds very powerful" and Just a few keywords.
Waiting for Mr. Bincy to pronounce the sentence in fear, he looked at Jenkins seriously:
"As Bishop Parode said, you are really cunning. At this time, it is enough to declare your belief in the goddess, and there is no need to show your loyalty in a flashy way. By the way, your grammar needs to be improved."
"He misunderstood! He misunderstood!"
Jenkins said ecstatically in his heart, and then nodded heavily, pretending to be "I repent".
"This is very good, Jenkins Williams. Your whole family is a believer in the goddess, and your father has made indelible contributions to the church. There is no need for this step of review. What happened last night is irrelevant. Barnard, the night watchman of the Moon of Light, has almost made it clear, and we have also received first-hand information. Please forgive me, we must be cautious about the newly appeared [Blesser]."
As he spoke, he took his left hand hidden under the table to the table, and at the same time revealed a square brown-red wooden block in his hand.
Jenkins immediately pretended to be "doubtful". With his knowledge and vision, he definitely couldn't immediately show that he realized what this was.
"This is B-10-4-6712, the full name is [Lie Discriminator]. B means that it belongs to [Extraordinary], 10 means that this item was originally recorded by the Church of [Knowledge and Books], and 4 means that this item is It can be used after application, 6712 is a random number."
Jenkins opened his mouth slightly to feign confusion, and some information from the legitimate party was confirmed.
"Okay, since you have passed the review, it means you can be completely trusted. Let's discuss these things slowly."
"gentlemen."
Jenkins interrupted him for the first time, "What do you mean about that review?"
Bincy smiled for the first time: "Mr. Williams, there really are those strange people and strange things in myths and legends in this world. And you have become one of them. I am afraid that what you experienced last night Haven’t forgotten it yet? But what you need to understand is that the current common saying is “Blesser”. We have mastered more powerful power, but it also represents more danger, so it was formulated 300 years ago and The implemented [Governor Registration Law] will be issued."
"That is, I need to register?"
"Yes, after registering, you can not only get a certain monthly subsidy from the church, but also get more opportunities to improve yourself. Of course, you also have some corresponding obligations to bear, but they are not mandatory."
Jenkins savored Bincy's words silently. The [Registration Law] he heard about last night turned out to be this.
"Okay, I agree to register."
People have to bow their heads under the eaves, and from memory, the relationship between the Church of the [Inheritance Sage] and their family is very good, and they have not shown extreme restrictions on conduct or customs.
"No, Mr. Williams, you misunderstood. The so-called registration is just to report your identity to the corresponding church. You don't need to fill out any forms, and you don't need to go through strange rituals."
"So, I have already registered?"
Jenkins asked hesitantly, and then suddenly realized that not only his clothes had been changed, but even the filth on his body seemed to be gone. Who gave me a bath? Goddess, please don't be the man in front of you.
He is gradually adapting to the world.
"Yes, now you will face a decision - are you willing to join the Church of [Inheritance Sage] and become a qualified [Scribe]?"
"Scribe?"
This is the third time Jenkins has heard the term.
"Yes, all the bestowers belonging to the [Inheritance Sages] church are called scribes. We copy and pass on knowledge for the goddess in the mortal world. Barnard, who experienced the strange situation with you last night, belongs to [Moon without Light] The title of the bestower of the church is the night watchman."
These tidbits are very interesting, and Jenkins memorized them firmly. He didn't rashly agree or agree, but showed the consideration of gain and loss in line with this age:
"What if, I'm just saying if. What if I don't join?"
"Don't be nervous, nothing will happen, Mr. Williams." Bincy tapped on the table with his fingers, and explained kindly: "But without guidance, it will be difficult for you to continue on the path of extraordinaryness. At the same time, the major The church is guarding against unregistered givers, and for the rest of your life, you may have to come to the church every month to account for all your words and deeds within a month."
"Very well, there is a limited imprisonment. Therefore, believers of false gods are unwilling to register with the Orthodox Church, so they must improve themselves through private gatherings. But, I don't seem to have a reason to refuse, and I am not a false god believer..."
Jenkins concluded in his heart, and then nodded heavily: "I want to be a [scribe] to preach glory to the goddess."
The middle-aged man laughed: "Well sir, you don't have to use all this fancy language - although I appreciate that myself."
In any world, sweet-mouthed people will not suffer, and Jenkins understands it deeply.
"Very well, then congratulations." Bincy nodded slightly to him, "[The scribe] is very sacred, and also has a unique position in the church. You will realize this in the future. The specifics will be assigned to you. The job needs to be decided after the test, I will explain some questions to you now, I am afraid you are still confused about what happened last night, right?"
"Yes."
Jenkins nodded hurriedly, "How is Mr. Barnard? I arrived at the church as soon as I woke up."
"He's fine, he's been brought back to the church by his fellow night watchman. Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, the curse that Mr. Night Watchman put on isn't very troublesome, so he should be fine already."
He seemed to appreciate Jenkins' first question.
"That would be great. Mr. Barnard saved my life, and I must thank him."
This is not a lie. If Barnard hadn't appeared to slow down the speed of the giant octopus, Jenkins probably wouldn't have had the chance to take over a complete body.
"That octopus..."