"Can."
After a moment of hesitation, Old Man Smith turned around and walked into the opened bronze door. About three minutes later, he walked out holding a red metal box.
There are no decorations on the box, but there are metal bumps like blood vessels all over the surface. On the front is an unlocked brass lock, which is being held tightly by an iron wire at the moment.
"Mr. William, this box must not be opened easily. It is called [Soul Collector's Soul Collection Box], and it is opened in a room without sunlight. Including the user, the soul of the intelligent creature closest to the box will be released." Be absorbed in. This is almost equivalent to a weapon with a certain kill attribute, so be careful on the way of escort."
"OK."
Jenkins took the box nervously, and found that its surface temperature was frighteningly low. At the same time, there were subtle thuds coming from the box, as if something was locked inside.
"Do you know where the Haysand Manor is?"
Mr. Schleich, who was leaning against the khaki wall, asked nervously.
"The one near the City Pet Management Center?"
asked Jenkins, as the coachman had told him.
He turned to pick up his cane and was about to leave, but was stopped by Mr. Schleich again.
"Wait, have you ever learned magic?"
"No."
"Oh, Goddess!"
He groaned, "The devil used bloody methods to transform the environment in that area. If you have learned any magic spell, you can pass it normally, otherwise you will be continuously damaged by a strange energy. Wait, do you still have blank bubbles?" ?”
Jenkins did the math, normally there are 3 at level 0, 1 at level 1, adding up to 4, and you get one for the first time, so the church knows that it can have 5 abilities.
As for the obvious abilities, there are only 4 abilities: healing, boxing, agile legs and feet, and disease curse, and you can learn another one.
"There is still one."
Simple calculation, he replied.
"Keeper of the secret, this is an extraordinary situation! I am applying to grant special permission to Mr. Williams, allowing him to learn a divine ability."
"etc!"
Jenkins immediately said: "There should be other gifted people in the church, right? You can ask them to help!"
"No, no one is allowed to leave their posts without permission under the emergency state of the closed church!"
Smith frowned as he answered.
"Mr. William's achievements are very remarkable. As long as he is willing to learn, normally, divine arts can be opened to him."
"What's wrong now?"
Jenkins asked instead of Schleich. The latter's face was pale, wondering if some sequelae had occurred.
"It's normal now, but the ceremonies for learning the magic ability need to be prepared by the choir and priests a week in advance. This kind of large-scale magic ceremony cannot be completed by the three of us."
"I'm talking about the one, the simplest and most basic magic technique taught by the sage!"
Schleich said, and it dawned on Smith:
"Read and write?"
The two assured Jenkins that after this incident, if he was unwilling to possess this ability, Smith would, as a keeper of secrets, apply to the Holy See for a relic to erase it.
But even the simplest ritual requires many materials.
"I have!"
As Jenkins said, he reached out and took off the safety material pocket from his underwear.
"Torn pages from old books, silver blessed by bishops, ornaments worn by devout believers for more than a decade, ceremonial chalk..."
"enough?"
Watching Smith take out one thing after another, Jenkins asked.
"Okay, now our location is the underground of the church. This environment can save the holy quill, the core material of the ceremony. Now listen to me, the ceremony needs you..."
The golden light spot appeared in front of Jenkins smoothly, and he set off with a cane and a box. Chocolate was left in the church's care, though of course it slipped out as soon as Jenkins left.
It was completely dark outside, but the fog still hadn't dissipated.
Jenkins had no choice but to take out a spiritual candle for lighting, but he ran for a long time without encountering a carriage.
Almost as he was leaving the city, he encountered a party of Dark Moon's Night's Watch. Somehow, they recognized Jenkins as a scribe and warned him that the city was under martial law tonight, and there was a riot in the factory district.
It's a real riot, nothing to do with demons. The introduction of the "Air Quality Monitoring and Protection Act" has been delayed for at least half a year because of the interests of nobles, industrial capitalists and other parties.
In the past six months, at least three figures of workers in Nolan City died of lung disease. The dissatisfaction of the workers was growing more and more, and finally broke out this evening because of a very accidental incident.
Behind this incident, there are benefactors involved. Now the main force of [Church of Ocean and Exploration] and [Church of Starry Sky and Balance] are all involved. It is said that there are even three non-registered benefactors of level 7 appearing.
As for the devil's affairs, [Church of Knowledge and Books] [Church of Death and the End] is in charge, and the remaining believers of [Lightless Moon] will monitor the whole city together with the city hall to prevent bad guys with ulterior motives from taking the opportunity to attack .
Saying goodbye to the night watchman, Jenkins trotted all the way to the outside of the city. According to the coachman, there are three roads leading to the manor, left and right. Among them, the road on the left is the closest, but it is the most difficult to walk, and it has to go through a forest; the road in the middle is the farthest, but it is easier to walk; the road on the right is a big road, except that it is a little dark, is there any disadvantage, the last time I went to the pet center with chocolate is to walk of this one.
He quickly ran to the right, but within a few steps, he found a carriage parked in front of him. A middle-aged man with a severely burned face was holding an oil lamp and sitting on the carriage board. The dark carriage door opened to Jenkins .
"Guest, do you want to take a car?"
he asked calmly with an odd accent.
His heart skipped a beat, and a familiar feeling of dread came over him.
In the blink of an eye, black lights emerged from the horses, people, and cars.
"Damn it, as long as I'm in trouble, I'll run into you guys! Sage bless me!"
He ran away while complaining, the driver behind him did not catch up, and Jenkins ran into the middle road.
It also didn't run very far, and the dense sound of horseshoes sounded from behind.
"Young man, don't go this way."
The old knight dressed as a cowboy flicked the reins, and the old skinny horses stopped immediately. Behind him, the knights in black also stopped one by one.
"I have something urgent to deliver."
He recognized that it was the knights of the [Death and the End] church who rode horses on Fifth Queen's Avenue last time.