"What level are you? So many useful abilities?"
The red-haired girl asked softly.
"Weaker than you."
Liar Jenkins told one of the few truths tonight.
"Liar."
But she doesn't believe it.
After watching Jenkins look forward for a while, the girl in his arms trembled because he wanted to avoid the bumps on the ground. She stared at the endless night, thinking about her past experience, remembering the feeling of despair tonight, and looked at Jenkins' expression of focusing on the road without distraction.
"In the future, where there is no one, I allow you to call me 'Hathaway'."
"Okay... hmm?"
"When did I gain favorability?"
Jenkins muttered in his heart, wondering again.
The two separated near the horse farm in the outskirts. Hathaway claimed that she could go back from here, and Jenkins could only watch her staggering towards the darkness.
"go home."
Patting the cat on the head, Chocolate meowed very cooperatively.
My luggage is still left at the church, but I don’t have the energy to get it now. When he was lying in bed, he still vaguely thought that he left the rapier in Shire City, but let's talk when he wakes up.
The last time I went to bed was two days ago, and even the bestower couldn't hold on like this. The feeling of emptiness after the apotheosis was over had made him lack of energy, and the days of running around completely exhausted all his energy, and he finally fell asleep.
Chocolate lay on the blanket beside the bed, walked gracefully to the side of Jenkins' head, and rubbed his tail carefully against his face.
"Meow~"
No one knows the meaning of the cry.
When I opened my eyes, the sun was already setting outside, and my father was sitting by his window peeling an apple.
This picture is very familiar, but the positions of the two have changed.
"How long have I been asleep?"
He sat up covering his head, feeling throbbing pain in his temples, maybe he should go to the doctor and prescribe a decoction for calming the nerves.
"Two days."
The old man handed the apple to Jenkins, and the chocolate lay obediently on his quilt.
"I'm not going to reprimand you. I came back without listening to my arrangement. Young people always have to learn some lessons before they grow up... If you want to ask me how I got in, don't forget your lockpicking skills, yes I taught it. You don’t have to thank me for coming to see you, it was Choco who was too hungry the morning before yesterday and ran to the store to find me.”
"I didn't mean to ask."
Jenkins replied, squinting, stroking the cat's soft fur.
I took a bite of the apple, and the sweet juice filled my mouth, and then my stomach growled.
"Drink this cup of tea first."
Dad clapped his hands and stood up, "The snow bee honey sent by Miss Bevanna can refresh your mind and help you recover."
"what's wrong with me?"
he asked.
"Although it looks very similar to extreme fatigue, it's not. The church's judgment is wrong. This time the enemy is not one demon, but two. The land is corrupted to an astonishing degree. Pure magic can't guarantee that the body will not suffer from fatigue." Hurt. If you went back to church the night before yesterday, you would be healed right away. Who would have thought you would go home? Fortunately, you are young now, your body is relatively strong, and your soul’s original ability is healing, otherwise it would not be as simple as lying down for two days .”
"Because it's closer to home."
Jenkins pleaded softly, glad to have a good reason to defend himself.
Wearing slippers, I walked to the first floor with my father, and there were actually shiny silver utensils, knives and forks on the table. The steaming turkey, the bright vegetable platter, the fragrant fish soup, etc. made Jenkins swallow a mouthful of water.
"Dad did it?"
"is it possible?"
He asks, squinting, but helps Jenkins pull out the chair anyway.
"It was done by a private chef sent by the Marquis of Haimir. The devil's affairs should not be known to ordinary people, so the publicity is that a group of evil false gods kidnapped and killed people in this city on the grounds of promoting novel scientific knowledge. Children of many aristocratic families. It is rumored on the streets of the city that this incident was accidentally discovered and reported by a well-intentioned citizen; I heard from the minor nobles that the whistleblower was the lover of a noble girl; only the real bigwigs knew that Jenkins Williams, a young author who was about to be knighted for his popular book, bravely exposed the cult's secrets. conspiracy."
"Is the count thanking me? Because of my report, Miss Highmill was successfully rescued?"
He fiddled with the food on the dinner plate with a fork, and asked absently.
"It's only part of the reason. Remember what I said? Lord Hymil is in charge of the Nolan navy. Even in the kingdom, he is a powerful nobleman. He should have heard something about the church, although it is impossible to know about you. You are about to be canonized as the Holy Son, but you should have guessed that you have a special status in the church."
"Does he know that I am the giver?"
Jenkins asked again.
"It's impossible to know."
Dad spoke with certainty.
"We signed a two-way contract when we entered the office. We serve the sages for life and keep the secrets of the church, and the church has the obligation to protect us from the interference of secular forces. This is a sacred contract and cannot be violated."
"That's good."
Jenkins put the boiled potatoes into his mouth. It was obviously the same food, but different people cooked it differently.
"Did chocolate eat something weird? Feeling smarter than before."
The old man squinted, watching the chocolate picking up the plate on the table. It had already finished its high-quality cat food for today, and now it tried to harass Jenkins to eat, and begged for more.
"Apocalyptic Potion of Animal Wisdom."
"Old Jack gave it?"
"Yes."
"Want to poach my corner again."
The old man laughed and cursed, guessing the situation at that time.
While eating, the two chatted about the devil, but the church really didn't announce the appearance of the saint. Dad didn't know whether it was restricted by the contract or he really didn't know.
On the chair next to it were several copies of the "Nolan Daily" of the last two days. This is a newspaper ordered by Jenkins, and it should be brought in by the father. As for the milk, it was either drunk by Chocolate or by Papa.
After all, this was an era without refrigerators.
"Calendar change?"
Jenkins saw the biggest headline right away, the one that would have taken up the entire first page of the paper lest people would miss it.
"Yes, from now on, there will be an extra day every four years. That is to say, from 1868 on the common calendar three years later, every year with a multiple of four will have 366 days in the calendar year."