It was not yet dawn outside, and after careful calculation, Jenkins only slept for less than two hours. But now, Chocolate, who was sleeping, curled up into a fur ball and lay beside Jenkins' pillow, with half of her face buried under her paws, only her lovely nose was exposed and she was breathing regularly.
It closed its eyes slightly, with a peaceful expression on its face, and Jenkins stared at the cat for a long time before slightly letting go of his doubts. The scene of the huge black cat playing with the mouse in the dream reminded Jenkins of being teased by chocolate after becoming a mouse last time.
The cat squinted slightly to observe Jenkins who was thinking, and saw that he really no longer doubted, so he was relieved and continued to fall asleep.
Pop burst into the room around five o'clock, not caring if Jenkins was still asleep.
"Jenkins~"
He gritted his teeth and shouted:
"Why are there stray butterflies in the store! God, do you know that if I wasn't wearing a precious pendant, I was almost teleported to the swamp in the southern forest!"
"Oh, I just said that I seem to have forgotten a very important thing."
Jenkins said embarrassingly, and then looked at the glass bottle held by the old man.
Inside the bottle, stray butterflies are dancing, as if greeting Jenkins.
Chocolate's little paws kept stretching forward, trying to touch the butterfly in the bottle. But Jenkins knew that the cat did not appreciate the beauty of the lost butterfly, but wanted to eat it, so he kept holding the cat to limit its range of activities.
Dad brought the lost butterfly, and Jenkins remembered that he met A-01-1-3411 [Rain Man] on Monday morning.
No one knows about this except him and those cultists. And if it didn't happen that there was a lost butterfly at home, and Chocolat was smart enough to ignore his intentions, it would be hard to say how the angel's affairs would end.
"rain Man?"
After stopping Jenkins to explain the ins and outs of the butterfly, Dad looked at the bottle in his hand and then at Jenkins:
"you sure?"
"Of course, otherwise, when the angel appeared, I would directly join the battlefield instead of showing up until the end like the day before yesterday. Fortunately, the cat I raised is smart enough, otherwise I really can't think of other ways to deal with that monster. "
"Using stray butterflies to deal with [Rain Man] is indeed something that has never happened before. Although [Rain Man] is regarded as a natural phenomenon, most of the time it still maintains a human form. I think this is the stray butterfly. The reason why it works. But [Rain Man] why did he go to you... "
Jenkins shook his head guiltily, saying he didn't know. Fortunately, the cultists who summoned the angels were all dead, and the spell of the angel descending directly drained their vitality. According to Miss Bevanna, all the cultists who died had happy smiles on their faces.
In short, so far no one has been able to really explain what summoned [Rain Man] and entrusted it to do things, so no one can know that Jenkins is the strongest in the city.
"You did a great job on Monday."
After blaming the lost butterfly, the old man recovered his normal mood, put the small bottle containing the butterfly on the bedside table, and then sat on the chair where Miss Audrey sat in the first half of the night.
"I'm so proud of you, Jenkins."
"This is what I should do."
He replied like this, and then thought of Miss Stillwell who was startled away by Yu Nan. The latter will stay in Nolan for half a month, and Jenkins plans to find her as soon as possible.
"Regarding the matter of Yu Nan, remember to write a report after your injury is healed. I will explain it verbally to the keepers in a while. This may have something to do with the sacrifice summoned by the angel..."
Jenkins didn't know where he was injured, he was just a little out of strength, and there was no need to recuperate.
"Also, Matthew Gref, the holy son of [Church of Creation and Mechanics] wanted to meet you, but we refused on the pretext that you are recovering from your injuries."
"See what I do?"
Jenkins didn't know him, and because of the matter of gifting the clock, he was somewhat resistant to meeting him.
"I don't know, it's probably normal interpersonal communication. Although he is 22 years older than you, he is still a young man with a successful career. Originally, he didn't know that the Church of the Sages had a Holy Son stationed in the Nolan Diocese. Now that I know, it's time to meet..."
"Then let the church arrange it, I have no objection."
Jenkins said absent-mindedly, thinking about the fierce battle on the beach last week, and wondering how the activated steam gear giant is being dealt with now.
Before Monday's Angel Descent, Pop was taking care of the Kamel family. Although Jenkins already knows about the curse and history of the Kamel family, he still wants to know the follow-up.
Speaking of Kamel, the father's expression is very complicated:
"After what happened on Monday, I went to see Chulun Kamel at noon yesterday. She was aging very badly. She was originally a middle-aged lady in her thirties, but now she is an old man with silver hair and wrinkles. .She told me that the Carmel family was forgiven, they were redeemed, and the curse was over...”
"How did you get redeemed?"
"Churen Kamel said that someone made a great sacrifice... I calculated the time, and the moment of being redeemed by Chullen Kamel seemed to be the moment when the white arrow of light reaching the sky appeared last night. We It is speculated that the Kamel family or people connected with it sacrificed their body and soul, killed three angels in one blow, and seriously injured one angel, in exchange for yesterday's victory, so they were forgiven."
"It turns out that the church understands it this way!"
Jenkins was still worried about how to weave lies, and even planned to use the priesthood ability of [Lie] twice a week.
Now that the old man thinks he has found the answer, it's good to think that it was Ryan Sam Kamel who voluntarily dedicated himself. At least from the results, this statement is good for everyone.
The painting that sealed the husband of Chullen Kamel spontaneously ignited into a pile of ashes in the early morning of Tuesday, at the moment when the arrow was shot. Because of the curse, the painting was not contained in Nolan, so when Jenkins got the news, it was already noon on Wednesday.
Then I heard from the keeper that Chulun Kamel, who lived underground in the church, died of natural causes at 12:03 noon today. She died very peacefully, as if she was dying, she didn't say anything before she died, she just ate her lunch quietly, lay in bed and wanted to take a nap, but she never woke up again.