As Jenkins' body lay down, everything around was reduced to disordered and chaotic color blocks, and the color blocks rearranged, turning back into the real basement.
The bonfire was burning quietly in front of him, and the book in his hand had been turned to the last page. Looking at the fire in front of him, the last silent Jenkins body seemed to be still in front of his eyes.
Jenkins looked down at the crumpled book in his hands, a relieved expression on his face. After becoming Jenkins, he has always had some uneasy psychological pressure. After all, he also knows that it is not Jenkins, or not exactly Jenkins. But at least it doesn't matter now, he admits all his identities, he is Jenkins, but Jenkins is not him.
The meowing of the cat awakened the pensive Jenkins, and the latter threw the book that had turned into a mortal thing into the fire in front of him as if he had just woken up from a dream.
The old book, which could not be destroyed by any means, burned in the flames, and the pages of the book gradually turned into charred black, and then turned into ashes.
Jenkins just watched it burn away, as if saying goodbye to the departed Jenkins Williams.
When the book was completely reduced to ashes, wisps of smoke flew from the fire, touching Jenkins's forehead against his soul. A brand new ability appeared in front of Jenkins. He was not happy about it, and of course he would not be sad, but he felt an indescribable relief in his heart, and even the spirit in his body was a lot more out of thin air:
[Stranger (blue alien)]
There are different opinions on the source of the alien ability, but the most clear is that each alien ability has a special race corresponding to it. Obviously, the stranger is alone, he is a race unto himself. No companions, no relatives, living alone keeping his own secrets, this is the only information Jenkins read from the stories just now.
"Meow~"
The tail-wagging cat walked up to Jenkins, leaned down and rubbed his arm. Jenkins looked at his cat, and the cat immediately stuck its head towards it.
The man raised his hand and touched his cat twice, and the chocolate let out a pleasant cry.
"I am not alone, at least I am not alone now. I have relatives, lovers, friends, and teachers. Although I am a foreigner, I am not alone."
"Meow~"
The cat meowed softly, as if catering to Jenkins' words.
The ability of [Foreigner] has no fancy effects. It is a passive ability. When using any form of attack, it can cause additional damage to creatures of different races from the owner.
The judgment of "different races" does not seem to be based on the body but the soul. After all, [foreigners] can only be held by races with only one clan member. In other words, no matter who Jenkins fights with, the other party will be judged as "different races" and thus cause the effect of increased damage.
Because of the strange experience encountered during the ceremony, after Jenkins left home and returned to the church, he had no energy to do other things. He didn't even look for the doomsday slab near his home, so he went straight back to the church to rest.
He rarely fell asleep like this. When he woke up the next day, his mind was extremely clear, but his first reaction was to recall what happened last night.
There was continuous light rain outside the window, and when I turned around, I saw my cat eating. It seems that when Jenkins fell asleep, someone had already delivered the cat's breakfast, so the chocolate didn't disturb Jenkins' sleep.
"How long have I not slept until I woke up naturally?"
He asked his cat, who pretended not to understand.
But when he looked at his pocket watch, he realized that he had overslept. Today, he and Fenny made an appointment to visit Louise's family and her neighbors in the cemetery, but it was ten o'clock in the morning, long past the agreed time.
After changing his clothes, he grabbed the uneaten cat and rushed out of the room, but Fini could not be found anywhere in the church. After inquiring, she found out that she saw that Jenkins was still awake this morning, so she went to the cemetery in the suburbs first.
"Finnie said that you don't have to worry about it. She knows that you are also very busy recently, and she will send your share of flowers."
"Damn it, I actually overslept."
Jenkins patted his head in frustration, worried that his behavior would affect his tall image in Fenny's heart.
"Meow~"
The cat is a little proud, because now Jenkins can finally know how lucky it is to have a cat that can call morning.
I didn't even come to remember to eat breakfast, so I left the church with chocolate. Fini is protected by a scribe by her side, so there is no need to worry about her safety. But today, after all, it was an appointment to go to the cemetery with her, and Jenkins didn't want to break his promise.
Moreover, Jenkins planned to tell Fenny Louise's whereabouts at Louise's grave today, so he understood the matter thoroughly. Now he only hoped that the carriage of the church could be faster, otherwise it would be bad if the two of them missed it halfway.
Like most of the residents in that alley, Louise's family had no relatives. After the family died, Jenkins and Fenny paid for the funeral together.
Because the cause of their death was Pirate King Divo, the autopsy took quite a long time. The church only allowed them to be cremated and buried after confirming that the corpses did not hide anything, and that they did not have curses or plagues.
The burial place is a public cemetery on the edge of the city. It’s not that Jenkins is unwilling to spend more money to bury them in a better place. Not that much. It was Finny who stopped Jenkins, and she thought that would be enough.
The carriage carried Jenkins through the city, and in just half a week, the city had emerged from the haze of the fallen angel. At least Jenkins thinks that the pedestrians and shops outside the carriage are the same as in the past. Ordinary people don't realize what they have faced, so they can recover so quickly.
After walking out of the city center, there is a dense fog around the city. Continuous light rain did not dispel the fog, but made visibility worse. The driver had no choice but to increase his speed, and Jenkins felt even more anxious.
After getting closer, I saw the shadow of the huge cemetery at the foot of the mountain in the distance. The driver put Jenkins at the gate of the cemetery and told him not to worry.
Jenkins looked to the side, and also saw the carriage for Fenny and her temporary "bodyguard" parked aside. The two coachmen seemed to know each other, and they soon sat down together, smoking a cigarette and talking about the weather.
Putting the cat on his shoulders, Jenkins walked up the cemetery's walkway made of horizontal stones, holding an umbrella. The cemetery was empty on Friday morning because of bad weather. Jenkins didn't even see where the gravekeeper went, but since the cemetery door was open, he didn't want to go far.
PS: The next chapter ends this volume, and the next chapter has 3375 words.
There are a lot of things to do near the end of the term, and there will be no more changes before the holiday. The first-year course is very difficult to take...