"Why?"
Jenkins asked in surprise.
"It is said to the public that in recent years, the progress of mathematics and astronomy has made the calendar more accurate; the real reason is that the new great existence that appeared a few days ago has finally been confirmed as true existence. That person's clergy should be related to secrecy, and we can't get any information about him by relying on astrology and divination. If we describe it disrespectfully, if the stars in the sky are not still shining, we can't even be sure that he really exists. Because of this existence Uncertainty, this person cannot increase the number of days in a year for the time being, so this is the result."
"That's okay too?"
"Why not?"
The old man has a young man's simple-minded expression: "What the public knows is actually the truth. Astrologers and astronomers have discovered that the number of days in a year has really changed. Every four years there is an extra day. This is not what we stipulated. , the world has changed."
"Which month is that day added to?"
Jenkins asked while flipping through the newspaper.
"August, [The Moon of Craftsman and Rain], this one appeared at the end of August."
Dad replied.
Fortunately, it is August, not February, otherwise Jenkins may fall into doubts about the time travel, and then slowly drive himself crazy.
"Sure enough, it is a world with spiritual power. Is consciousness first?"
Jenkins looked at the calculation formula roughly written in the newspaper, and sighed in his heart. Looking at the sunset outside, he knew a little more about the whole world.
With the emergence of his thoughts, a cold breath came from the void, and the spirit in his body increased a lot for no reason.
"Level two?"
The old man asked without even raising his head while he was eating.
"Yes," Jenkins replied, "I remember being level one before I went to bed."
"Good luck boy, you have reached the second level within two months of joining the company. Now I really believe that the goddess is favoring you."
Jenkins smirked.
Just like what Dad said when he met Jenkins for the first time, the most orthodox way to grow the spirit should be to emulate the bestower in ancient legends and understand the world. Therefore, it is very normal for someone to level up for no reason after sleeping. After all, the soul in the dream is the most relaxed. Although it is also the easiest to encounter those great and strange existences, such as professors, it is also easier to experience the world.
On the surface, Jenkins and Dad are just the whistleblowers about the devil, and the rest of the matter has nothing to do with them. So he lay here for two days as a holiday, the civilian staff is so relaxed.
As for the incident in the Paradise, it didn't happen in Nolan Diocese at all, so no one would mention it, let Shire's people go to work.
"By the way, Mr. Brow came to see you at my place yesterday with your letter from a reader. He seemed to want to talk about the new book."
"I have time to visit him tomorrow."
"Not tomorrow, you have other things to do tomorrow."
"whats the matter?"
Jenkins froze.
"Accepting the title is a trivial matter. It's just an honorary baron. You don't even need to see the king. Apart from this title, you can get 5 pounds a month. Clean up tomorrow morning and go to church in the afternoon. Your reward is here. Now it is It is uncertain which one from the Holy See will come, but we must pay attention to it and don't lose face to the diocese."
"Oh, it's finally here? Hey, why is it on the same day?"
"That's what you're focusing on? What else, on purpose."
Dad shrugged, obviously.
"The matter of the title is because I wrote a book?"
he asked again.
"You will understand these things after you get in touch with them more."
The old man waved his hand, "The purpose of the royal family is to give you a title. Of course, you can say whatever you want... In recent years, the royal family has granted titles for this kind of reason. The newspaper said that 'to promote the development of the kingdom's culture, Promote the Kingdom's excellent culture'."
"I know this."
Jenkins nodded, not to mention writers in previous lives, even some non-existent characters, such as Sherlock Holmes, were once knighted by the Queen of England. This is not uncommon these days, and an honorary baronet is not even a nobleman in the eyes of some.
The two continued to eat, and Jenkins looked towards the door.
"Is anyone visiting me these days?"
"The bishop and Bincy came together and brought a bouquet of flowers; the apples you ate were sent by Hathaway Hessa. She said that Michael is still resting in the hospital and will come over to thank him in person after a while. ; Miss Bevanna happened to meet Miss Eve Garden and Miss Audrey when she came over yesterday, how did you know these two?"
"I don't know?"
Jenkins asked suspiciously.
"Miss Audrey said that she will visit again in a few days and has something very important to see you."
"Is anyone else coming?"
"That's all, we didn't inform your father and mother about this, I don't think you want them to know either?"
"Indeed it is."
Jenkins nodded.
Dad went back after dinner, he still has some things to do.
Jenkins asked the maid who appeared on time to clean the room, then closed all the doors and windows, and then sat back at the desk in his bedroom.
"What the hell have I done?"
He hugged the chocolate to the light of the elegant gas lamp, thinking about the gains and losses of leaving Nolan and going to Shire.
"A black ability, a pencil, a divine magic ability, and a red ability. By the way, it has been upgraded to the second level, which solved the hidden danger of the bones. By the way, there is also the rapier that was thrown in Shire and a few coins. "
As he spoke, he groped carefully under the quilt. There were four green coins in total, three of which were solid and one was illusory and transparent.
"What's the use of this thing?"
He frowned suspiciously. If it was just a by-product of the [Desecration Production] ability, it would be too refined. Perhaps the answer can be found in the church library.
He put aside the ink-stained pen, spread the white paper neatly in front of him, closed his eyes, and actively explored the knowledge brought by the divinity.
Unlike last time, this time no specific image appeared. In a trance, I saw a resplendent palace covered by clouds and mist. The phantom of a woman stood in the center, and the subtle sound of music came to my ears.
The bad thing was that it wasn't one piece of music that sounded, but many different pieces, upbeat or sad or joyful or dull. These voices are all of extraordinary power, and the knowledge is in these compositions.
"Ahem~"
Jenkins opened his eyes, his ears were still buzzing, he looked at the light of the kerosene lamp in confusion, but couldn't think where the light came from.