Hathaway's rationality is denying this speculation about Jenkins. Although she has always known that Jenkins is mysterious and the level of the bestower is estimated to be very high, she doesn't think he can shoot angels.
She had never seen Jenkins shoot at full strength, so guessed that Jenkins should be a 6 or 7.
"Maybe it's just a coincidence, Mr. Candle wants to use Jenkins' identity to make a fuss."
She told herself in her heart, try not to show abnormalities, while the discussion among friends continued. It has to be said that their guesses are actually close to the truth.
"It must be like this! He has elven blood, possesses a numbered item with one-time enormous power, and is a believer in [God of Lies]!"
Miss Silver Flute said with certainty that both Mr. White Cat and Mr. Hood agreed with this conclusion, while Miss Magic secretly looked at Jenkins, guessing whether he was the one who shot the arrow.
"Maybe you don't necessarily have elven blood, but I agree with the last two conclusions. In the past six months, all major events in this city have been related to believers of the God of Lies, and I think this time will be no exception. "
Jenkins agrees.
"It must be the blood of the elves! When the arrow shot out, I felt the breath of a huge life emerging in the city. That feeling was like the phantom of the World Tree I saw in the strange world five years ago. That kind of breath can never be replicated!"
Miss Magic put forward her own idea, her tone full of joy.
"I knew that the breath I felt could not be wrong. I seldom made mistakes in this regard. It is now certain that among the believers of the God of Lies, at least one is a descendant of elves. Maybe I can find a way to find him. Recently, I happened to be researching the ancient rituals of the ancient elf kingdom era."
"That should have happened many epochs ago. You are really lucky to be able to find the research materials."
Mr. White Cat said enviously.
"I got the support of an old professor from a local high school. He was entrusted by a friend to study the history of elves. Speaking of which, that old professor is the person with the strongest fighting ability I have ever seen. I doubt He can break even my strongest defensive ritual with a single punch..."
The topic drifted in a strange direction unconsciously, but it didn't matter. It was Miss Magic's words that reminded Jenkins that he might entrust this knowledgeable lady to find out the secrets of the William family, but this might expose Jenkins' true identity.
Hearing everyone's discussion about the elves, Hathaway began to wonder again if it was Jenkins.
Reason told her that Jenkins didn't have that kind of power, but the fact is that in today's era, there are fewer descendants of elves than wild flowers in winter, and the possibility of descendants of elves other than William's family appearing in this city is extremely low.
"Could it be that Jenkins' father or brothers are actually followers of the God of Lies?"
Her thinking went to a fork in the road again, after all, too much crucial information was missing.
"In short, three of the four angels were defeated by the arrow, and the last angel who was seriously injured died in the hands of the Holy Son of the Orthodox Church."
"Oh~ Holy Son~"
When Jenkins brought up this message, everyone including the cranky Hathaway couldn't help sighing.
Although everyone covered their faces in various ways, Jenkins could guess the expressions on their faces at this time.
The Holy Son of God has a very special status in the material world. Maybe people are very disrespectful when they mention the king, but when it comes to the Holy Son, even the most arrogant people will subconsciously show respect or similar attitudes.
They are the representatives of the gods in this vast land, and they are the closest to the gods among the mortals. Except for the completely unbelievers like Alexia, every gifted person with a church background is in awe of the meaning it represents.
The heights that ordinary people can only see by looking up at the sky are definitely achievable for those lucky ones who are truly favored by gods.
"I don't know which Holy Son it is?"
After a long time, Mr. Hood asked cautiously.
Jenkins will naturally answer this question:
"My friend told me that in fact, there is a holy son who has been stationed here for a long time in the Nolan area, but this news has never been leaked. Friends, please keep this secret for me. Once others find out , Me and my friends are going to be unlucky."
"certainly."
"this is necessary."
"I see."
"Mr. Candle, we know the secrecy of this matter."
"Which church is the Holy Son?"
The question was asked by Miss Magic, and she seemed interested.
"There's a non-disclosure agreement and my friends can't tell me everything."
Jenkins shook his head and explained for his friend. Miss Magic sighed regretfully, and didn't know what she wanted to inquire about.
As for the newborn angel Louise that day, not many people noticed. Although she entered the battlefield with the rain of flowers all over the city, because she did not show the same huge body and terrifying power as the evil angel, few people knew that there was actually a fifth angel on the scene.
Even Miss Magic, who has always been good at observing, failed to discover this. Of course, this may have something to do with the angel's god having the priesthood of [lie].
Jenkins didn't want anyone to notice Louise, and none of the people on the ground saw the newborn angel except those who actually saw her.
The discussion about the angels went on for at least half an hour, and everyone thanked Mr. Candle for providing so much information. Mr. White Cat suggested that everyone can pay Jenkins an extra sum of money, and Jenkins certainly would not refuse.
He has said enough just now, so there is no need to speak in the next exchange of information. According to the usual practice, Mr. Hood was still the first to speak. He put his hand into his pocket and put his fist between the six of them. In his open palm were three whole pieces of tobacco. I don’t know how he put them in. In the pocket without breaking.
"The last time we met, Mr. White Cat mentioned this weird tobacco. I used this month to conduct an investigation, and found that it was indeed what Mr. White Cat said. This thing had infiltrated into Nolan's life Among all kinds of people. I found out that they are not shipped from other places, but are manufactured locally, and the manufacturing factory is in the... "
"What, you found the manufacturing factory directly?"
Mr. White Cat interrupted Mr. Hood in surprise. It was because he mentioned the horror of this tobacco last time that he knew how difficult the investigation was.