"my faith?"
Miss Glasses took a serious look at Jenkins, "I can answer this question, but in the same way, since you asked about my privacy, I also want to ask about your privacy. What is your relationship with Her Highness Dolores?"
"I don't think you're such a gossip-giver, what's the point of this question?"
Jenkins did not answer immediately,
"I want to confirm whether Her Majesty Dolores is worthy of my following. Since I choose to follow Her Majesty, I must always soberly judge whether my decision is worthwhile."
The woman said this, and her answer reminded Jenkins of Miss Magic. He immediately understood that the Miss Glasses and Miss Magic in front of him were the same kind of person in essence.
"I am the holy son of the Church of the Sages, and I promise to marry Dolores when she turns eighteen."
He briefly introduced.
"I understand that I am indeed a believer of my lord [God of Mysteries and Rituals], and I am proud of it."
The woman said seriously, and then added:
"You are able to choose your highness, it is the luck of the kingdom and your highness."
"Thank you for your compliment... ahem."
Jenkins himself was a little embarrassed, but at least he hadn't forgotten the business this time, so he didn't go around and asked directly:
"Actually, this time you have worked so hard to come from Hot Spring Town to Loen, because you have some important matters to ask. You don't need to be pressured, I know that some things may involve unspeakable secrets. In short, since you are indeed The person I'm looking for, then this is what I want to ask."
As he spoke, he took out the slate of "Disaster Poetry" that had been prepared earlier from under the desk. The mature and intellectual lady in glasses was obviously taken aback when she saw this thing, then shook her head blankly:
"Sorry, what is this? I don't know this thing."
"It's a lie."
Jenkins said in his heart that he was not surprised by Miss Glasses' denial. After all, it is the inheritance she inherited, the secret that has been guarded and the responsibility to fulfill since the 15th century, and it is a secret that countless people keep for life. Jenkins would have been surprised if she had said it the moment he asked her.
"This was not found in Loen, nor was it even found in the Kingdom of Hampavo. This is an ancient artifact found in Nolan City. I think you should know what the location of Nolan means."
The lady with glasses sitting opposite the desk nodded slowly, but said nothing, still looking dazed.
"Since you don't want to say it, let me tell it. I have found out that this slate is related to the mad poet Cavendish who was active at the end of the 15th era."
Observe the expression of Miss Glasses when she said this. According to Miss Magic, the real name "Cavendish" is a name recorded only by the sect of the god of rituals and a small amount of ancient documents.
But Miss Glasses still didn't express anything, her expression seemed to be curious about the story Jenkins was about to tell.
"The prototype of the slate is the physical manifestation of the unique sexual ability held by the mad poet Cavendish, and having a copy of the prototype is one of the conditions for obtaining that ability... Do you know these things?"
"Sorry, Baron, I don't know exactly what you want to express."
The woman said in embarrassment.
"You don't need to use a formal title like Baron. You still call me Mr. Cat, and I have no problem."
"But your status is noble, so I naturally have to respect you."
"And do you know who I am? I mean, who am I to you?"
Jenkins decided to ask the question in a different way. He glanced at the cat standing on the desk. The cat was pointing its head at Dolores' inkwell, wriggling its nose as if sniffing the ink.
"You are a well-known young writer, Baron of the Kingdom of Fidetictli, and...friend of Princess Dolores Stuart."
She said the word friend very ambiguously.
"Yes, but you still missed one point. I am also a gifter from Nolan."
Miss Glasses didn't answer, not knowing what Jenkins wanted to express.
"This slate was not found in Nolan by Dolores's hands, but I found it in Nolan. The situation at that time was very interesting. Apart from me and my friends, there was a group of people who wanted to snatch this piece stone, but they were unlucky enough to be captured by the Orthodox Church. Because of this, I began to wonder what this ordinary stone was."
"Someone wants to snatch it?"
Miss Glasses hesitated before asking. Jenkins was relieved when he heard the question, and she compromised because of the news.
"Yes, I have friends in the church, and I'm sure they come from a mysterious organization. That organization probably knew what it was and wanted to use it, so they came to snatch it."
He pretended to sigh, then pointed to the slate and said:
"I searched a lot of information but couldn't find any information about this stone tablet, until I asked a friend who also believed in the [God of Ritual and Mystery], and she told me about the mad poet.
That friend has fought side by side with me and is very trustworthy. I have seen her use a kind of ability after jumping into the air, summoning the golden ritual base array to call the meteorite fireball to fall... It was only later that I remembered that I had actually seen this ritual once when I was in Hot Spring Town. "
Miss Glasses was silent. After Jenkins said this, she also understood the reason why she was called.
"That friend doesn't know much about the mad poet, that's why I came to you. Let's put it this way, ma'am, I'm not a villain who wants to master evil abilities, but I just want to find out the origin of the mad poet. Something that could lead to a worldwide catastrophe."
This refers to the machinery that the mad poet brought to Hokuriku city.
"I know there are some secrets you have to keep, but at least please tell me the secrets that can be said. I won't circle around with you anymore, that's the purpose of today."
Jenkins tried to be honest with himself, but worried that his words might not be enough. In fact, using the power of the priesthood of lies to directly deceive the woman in front of him and make him think that he can be completely trusted is the best way. But she is also a follower of Dolores, belonging to his own camp, Jenkins wants to give Dolores some face... But if Miss Glasses is really unwilling to say anything, then take some measures at her own discretion, I believe many Norris is also understandable.
"Your full name is Jenkins Williams?"
After a while of silence, Miss Glasses asked, but she was also struggling in her heart. Now that the person in front of her knows the secret she has, it is of course impossible to leave without saying anything, and the other party is also a "friend" of the princess she follows; Just like the ancestors, they spend their whole life to preserve it and pass it on to the younger generation before they grow old.
The name of Jenkins is confirmed here, but I want to ask about his personal information to ensure that he is really trustworthy.
"Yes, my full name is Jenkins Redandput Williamette, and you may call me whatever you want."
In formal introductions on formal occasions, the middle name is generally spoken.
"Raydan Putt?"
Miss Glasses repeated this word in her heart, and she naturally knew that this word has the noun explanation of "savior, savior" in most modern languages.
"Then what is your religion?"
"I am a believer of the sage, yes, that's right, as I said just now, I am the Holy Son of the Church. Oh, this can be proved..."
While speaking, he pointed at the document paper placed beside him, and the sentences that the two had just spoken appeared in sequence. This is the ability [reading and writing] of the Church of Sages. Although people other than believers can also master it, this ability is not powerful. Except for believers of Sages, few people will learn it specially.
"And what do you think of the mad poet?"
the woman asked again.
"That's a villain who spreads disaster, a bastard who deserves to be hanged... Sorry, I shouldn't say dirty words in front of ladies."
"But you are right, the mad poet Cavendish is indeed damned. After he rebelled against the church, he ran around in the material world at the end of the fifteenth era. The information I have can prove that he created at least five large-scale Countless people died because of this disaster. You are right, the prototype of "Catastrophe Poetry" is the materialized expression of a unique ability he possessed, and the name of that ability is [Son of Disaster]. "
With a thought, Jenkins suddenly had a wonderful feeling, as if he must have an intersection with this ability.
"Is this also one of the emblems of the savior? It is indeed possible, after all, it is also a unique ability."
He thought so, and then asked:
"What type of ability is this?"
If the ability of the savior wants to occupy all the ability types, then only purple destiny, green life, black holy and yellow spell are left. And [Son of Disaster] is obviously not a green life, so as long as Miss Glasses' answer is one of the remaining three, Jenkins can determine whether it is related to the savior.
"Red Martial Arts, this ability draws power from the disasters it creates to feed itself back. As the number of disasters absorbed increases, wherever the holder goes, the possibility of disasters will increase."
Miss Glasses said with a serious expression, while Jenkins breathed a sigh of relief, because it was obvious that [Twin Devils] was the red martial artist.
"So that's why he's getting crazier and stronger, which makes sense. So these five depressions on the slate..."
He pointed to the slate that he read and wrote.
"This is a secret I will never tell. Even if Her Royal Highness hates me because of it, I will never tell it. The ancestors passed on the secret to me so that I can better protect it."
Miss Glasses shook her head and said firmly.