Miss Hesha acted quickly, and she sent a servant to give Jenkins the metal pieces he needed in a suitcase.
Jenkins was free and decided to go to the black market for a while.
I asked the middleman, the clown, but I didn't expect that the huntress had already completed the task.
It was still the same familiar room, where the huntress leaned quietly on the fabric sofa, and the light from the candle could only illuminate the small wooden table among the four sofas.
"Is there a result?"
Jenkins said the password agreed last time to identify himself, and then asked.
"very smooth."
She replied, and then threw over a khaki paper bag containing the investigation report.
"There is a problem with your news. None of the members of the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe died this year. The one who died was a trainee makeup artist who had been hired for only half a year."
Jenkins nodded, and looked at the stack of documents for himself, ignoring the accusations.
The report said that Prill Jones, an apprentice make-up artist with the Silver Jasmine Opera Company, became seriously ill from a wind chill while in New Truman. After the treatment failed, he died on the troupe's way to Nolan.
She was properly buried in the public cemetery in Shire. The huntress' report was very detailed, even recording the location of the tomb and the form of the funeral.
"There is no mention in the report that this poor girl has any relationship with the Giver."
he asked again.
"It's not that I didn't mention it, but I couldn't investigate the intersection between the target woman and the benefactor. It's because your intelligence was wrong, so you got the wrong object of investigation, right? Let's say yes, this is your own problem, I have already Completed your commission, so don't use this as an excuse to renege."
the woman warned.
"of course not."
Jenkins handed over the prepared note with the ability learning ceremony of [War Blessing], and was overjoyed in his heart, because it meant that the saint had not been discovered by anyone.
"However, Shire City, isn't this a coincidence, it seems that I really have to go..."
After clearing the money and goods, saying goodbye to the huntress, Jenkins bought some precious metals on the black market, collected the materials needed for the sealing ceremony, and then left. He didn't know if the active divinity would cause visions, but the drop in the statue and the sealed drop were both calm, so the sealing ceremony had to be prepared.
Visit the [Knowledge and Books] church again, this time even Captain Bincy can't find it.
Returning home suspiciously, Jenkins frowned as he watched the black rain clouds floating in the sky.
But the matter of divinity cannot be delayed, and even if something happens, without divinity as the trump card, it is impossible for him to play a positive role.
The chocolate was left unattended, and Jenkins carried a small suitcase and brought it to the Nolan train station.
Nolan City is a well-known big city in the Kingdom, and the station is naturally extremely grand. There was a constant flow of pedestrians of all colors coming and going, and Jenkins wanted to leave immediately so that he could come back as soon as possible, so he could only buy a standing ticket for an ordinary carriage.
He came too late.
But he bought a total of three tickets. In this era, as long as you have money to buy tickets, you will never, and there is no condition to record the city ID number of each passenger.
Jenkins changed his clothes deliberately, took this train to Shire, and immediately went to the cemetery to check. According to the time after the investigation is over, choose the one with the right time among the remaining two tickets to keep, and then go to help the old man collect the bill. In this way, you can almost perfectly explain your itinerary.
The entire compartment was filled with a strong smell of sweat, and the cat that Jenkins hid in the inside pocket of his coat started to move uneasily.
A young girl next to him looked curiously at Jenkins' wriggling chest, and Jenkins turned around awkwardly holding his hat.
It was almost evening when the train departed, and according to the station's timetable, the train would arrive at Shire at 3:00 in the morning, stop for 5 minutes and continue onwards.
Jenkins went out this time and brought out all his belongings, including gold pounds, materials, and even the bone. He's now a bit bloated than normal because too much sewing is done on his underwear.
"Don't worry about anything, Dad."
He thought to himself, leaning against the iron sheet on the side of the carriage, he didn't feel sleepy at all.
The roar of the steam whistle roared, and the train "Kuhat Kuhat" crossed the open field. Traveling through such a long time, this seems to be the first time to leave the range of Nolan City.
Jenkins had seen a steam airship before, which was the greatest crystallization of steam power in this era. But that kind of thing hasn't been mass-produced yet, and its manufacture involves some weird knowledge.
The church of [Creation and Machinery] needs many years to manufacture one, and there is no guarantee that it will be able to fly. Therefore, even the church of [Knowledge and Books] with a lot of money can only buy two ships as strategic resources.
The popularity of steam trains was achieved many years ago, which seems to be at the same time as the great plague happened thirty years ago. Robert Williams fled to Nolan City on a smuggling boat. This was because the city hall at that time prohibited any outsiders from entering the area in order to protect the local citizens.
Boundlessly thinking about the relationship between the emergence of steam power and the further strengthening of middle class barriers, the red and blue double moon has risen to the top of the head.
Sudden palpitations came to my heart, I took my cane to look up, down, left, and right, and then stuck my head out of the very narrow car window.
I saw a one-meter-high crack appearing in front of the train, sticking to the rails, and there was endless white light in the crack.
"Goddess, are you kidding me?"
He shouted loudly regardless of his image, only had time to throw the cat in his arms out of the window, and then immediately lay down on the dirty ground.
Amidst the roaring whistle, the black train drove straight into the entrance of the Uncanny Realm. Due to the height of the entrance, only half of the carriages were successfully entered. The remaining half, together with hundreds of unrepentant heads, have been scattered under the moonlight that has remained peaceful for thousands of years.
Spinning in endless white light, time and space have no meaning.
Touching the solid ground again, I am extremely grateful to the Creator for allowing humans in this world to live on the ground.
It is still on the train, but the style of the carriage has changed dramatically. This is no longer a poor car with no seats and only black iron exhaust pipes to hold onto. On the contrary, rows of vermilion wooden benches are neatly arranged on both sides of the car.
The holy emblem of the missing traveler painted on the top of the carriage to pray for safety also disappeared, replaced by another strange circular pattern.
PS: The book friend group has reopened, and the group number is in the introduction.