"Mr. Smith didn't mention it, so I don't think so. I was expecting that Nolan Diocese would be praised by the sages for their outstanding performance in dealing with the evil angels... That's right, after all, apart from you, killing the other three The first angels are all those damn heathens, and even the following angels were seriously injured by that arrow."
Captain Bincy said with a little regret, but still with a smile on his face:
"The gods have been paying attention to us, and that's enough. This world is extremely dangerous, and human beings are like living on isolated islands in the sea. But it doesn't matter, because we know that the gods will be our most powerful protectors."
This is one of the reasons why civilization can still be maintained and developed to such an extent even though the world is crazy.
In the end, it was determined that the Orthodox Church that received the oracle was only five of Nolan's, and the only ones that made [Death's Whip] their mortal enemies were [Church of Knowledge and Books], [Church of Night and Secrets] and [Church of Ocean and Exploration]. The other seven churches that don't own churches in Nolan didn't even get an oracle on the matter.
This shows that in the eyes of the gods, the presence of angels in the physical world is not a very serious matter, let alone that they are wiped out without even causing damage.
It does sound depressing, but on the bright side, it's certainly better to be a minor event than a god in person. People still remember the incident of the six gods descending on Nolan last year, when the son of the evil god almost used the power of Nolan's dense fog to swallow the whole city.
The impact of the falling angel incident continued to spread toward this material world, but Jenkins, who was at the center of the incident, felt that this incident had passed.
He cares more about strangers than angels. Now that the clues are clearly in his hands, all he needs to do is wait for midnight to come.
In order to prevent unnecessary troubles caused by holding that slightly weird ceremony in the church, and also to prevent the stone slab that indicates the doomsday from appearing in the church once the [Stranger] is really obtained. Taking advantage of the darkness, Jenkins, who slept early, slipped out of the church with the very energetic cat. When passing through the dimly lit mission hall, Jenkins sincerely prayed to the huge holy emblem.
"May the sage bless me~"
He thought that his actions tonight did not violate the teachings, so he did not feel any psychological burden when he prayed to the gods.
Because it was not the first time that he had slipped out of the church, Jenkins, who was familiar with the road, quickly jumped down from the roof and ran into the nearby alley like a swift civet.
He didn't find a suitable place to light the bonfire, but changed his figure first, and then went to the old elf's house. After knocking on the downstairs door and explaining why he came, the landlady politely led Jenkins in. Fortunately, the old elf hadn't rested yet.
It was very late now, the weather cleared temporarily, and the heavy rain for several days also dissipated a lot of the fog in the city. The old elf, wearing a pair of tiny glasses, greeted Jenkins in the study.
He looked tired, but not too much affected by his old friend's death. It was just that after seeing that the visitor was Jenkins, he was obviously very surprised, but still greeted him warmly.
"I thought you would come back in a few days. After all, the aftermath of the angel's fall still needs to be dealt with."
"Those things have nothing to do with me. Although I am the holy son of the church, after all, it has only been more than half a year since I became the bestower. Now the church will not arrange too many tasks for me. They think that I am still in the growth stage .”
"Half a year?"
The elf looked at Jenkins suspiciously, but didn't ask any questions.
He prepared a special kind of scented tea for Jenkins, the transparent liquid that glowed peacefully against the moonlight, and had a refreshing and unique floral fragrance. Jenkins took a sip, feeling the cold, smooth milk run down his throat and into his stomach, and the slight headache he'd had from sleeping too much lately was relieved.
"Chinese rose tea, even among elves, not many people know how to make this kind of tea."
Seeing the surprised look on Jenkins' face, the elf couldn't help saying proudly. Jenkins adjusted his expression to admiration very cooperatively, then dipped his finger in some tea, and stretched out his finger to his cat.
The cat walked over cautiously, stretched out its nose and shook it to make sure that the smell was not so pungent, then hesitantly stretched out its tongue and licked the tea, then squinted its eyes and let out a happy cry.
"About Carmel..."
"You don't need to explain it to me, it doesn't make sense to me. I just need to know that an old friend of mine has achieved eternal liberation."
He still seemed to mind, but he didn't show it.
Since the elf is unwilling to hear about Kamel, Jenkins can only tell him other things. The old man has enough years of flexibility and enough life experience to answer Jenkins' doubts.
He was very satisfied with Jenkins' response in the past few days, but he frowned and thought about it for a while after hearing the content of his conversation with Mr. Son of the Creation and Mechanics Church.
"Jenkins, I'm not a so-called old stubborn, but you have to understand the stubbornness and traditions of the elves. For us, wanton use of extraordinary power to change the essence of life itself is an unforgivable blasphemy. I think you have probably heard At the end of every era, there will be catastrophes unimaginable by ordinary people, can you guess what we will face at the end of the 18th century?"
"A disaster? I remember Miss Audrey said that the theme of the last page of the Epic of Time for the 18th century is..."
"What? Are you saying that your teacher once watched the "Epic of Time"?"
asked the elf in surprise, not caring what the most crucial subject was.
"Yes, she is a fortune teller of [Church of Fate and Law], and she once got the chance to watch "Epic of Time"."
"No, Jenkins, don't trust the Epic of Time!"
The elf interrupted Jenkins loudly:
"The "Epic of Time" engraves fate, which itself is a condensed body of fate, a materialized fate. But anyone who has watched "Epic of Time" will inevitably fall into the trap of fate, and this has never been an exception. Therefore, although the Orthodox Church knows the power of that book, it will not use it to speculate on the future. Only those fortune-tellers who stand on the threshold of demigods will hope that by reading that book, they will gain further Clues. Don't trust the guidance of those who have watched "The Epic of Time", at least not all of them."