"It is understandable that since the second half of this year, a series of major incidents have occurred in the diocese one after another. This can be seen as a warning from the sages. In the foreseeable future, there should be many similar incidents .We need to be vigilant, always vigilant!"
What he said was very reasonable, and Jenkins even suspected that these events that happened on the stage in Nolan City were all related to his time travel here. But since there is no evidence, don't pin the blame on yourself. Maybe it is the bad luck of Nolan City itself
Jenkins recounted what happened when he escorted the soul box that night. Regarding the actions of those undead knights, Captain Bincy, like Miss Hesha, thought that they were not here to help at all, but wanted to get more Devil flame seeds to cultivate more heterogeneous knights.
Captain Bincy actually knew about the weird thing Jenkins encountered.
"Oh, did you meet it too? That's A-11-2-3301, the malicious coachman. Not many people have come across it recently, but don't worry, this one is different from the flower girl last month , you just ignore him."
"Is it dangerous?"
Jenkins asked.
"He can transport passengers who intend to get on the bus to any corner of the world, but he must pay a certain fare."
"Golden pounds? Crowns?"
"Neither, he doesn't want ordinary currency... Okay, Mr. Williams, it's not good for us to know too much about weird things. There is a limit to the knowledge that a mortal spirit can afford. Your curiosity is still So powerful. Go ahead and meet the bishop, he is waiting for you."
There is a limit to the knowledge that the mortal mind can afford, and this sentence also comes from the teachings of the sages. But it is not aimed at ordinary people, but at gifters. The doctrine welcomes ordinary people to learn knowledge, but warns the bestowers not to memorize too much supernatural knowledge.
This point Jenkins only thought it made sense before, but after hearing the murmur many times, he really understood the oppressiveness of the weight of knowledge on the soul.
Speaking of it, today seems to be the last day of this month.
Bishop Parode was waiting for Jenkins in the courtyard behind the main hall of the church. When he saw him, he was looking at a cat with a smile, and the cat was looking up at the huge decoration on the top of the church.
"Chocolate, why did you come here?"
Jenkins hastily picked it up.
"The intelligence of chocolate seems to be better than before."
The bishop asked, Jenkins had brought the kitten to church, so the bishop knew him too.
"I fed it some special potions."
Jenkins replied, and then the two walked along the corridor without any particular destination, just talking.
"Little Jenkins, you are my pride."
Jenkins didn't answer because he didn't know what to say.
"I'm proud of you, really. Son, not everyone can get the title of Son of God, even if something special is dedicated to the sage. It is the sage's decision to bestow this honor on you in the end. I'm so proud of you, Jenkins."
As he spoke, tears flowed down his face. Rejecting Jenkins' consolation, the old man took a deep breath, tapped his face with the handkerchief in his pocket, and adjusted his mood.
"Today is a good day, and it will be recorded in the history of the church. When future generations read the history, they can also see the names of everyone present today. Well, let's not talk about this, I actually found you, There are other things."
"Please tell me."
The two turned the corner, nodded to the nun passing by holding a flower pot, and then continued the conversation just now.
"Honorary baronet, have you got it?"
"got it!"
Jenkins briefly described what happened in the morning.
"Douglas Gerald? It's him, oh, I see."
The bishop's tone carried these doubts, but he was soon relieved. He was sensitive to these matters, as he administered the Church's secular power in the Diocese of Norland.
He motioned Jenkins to go right, turned into the library, talked to the administrator for a few words, and then explained softly:
"You should know that the profane creature killed a lot of descendants of noble families on the night of martial law. Although they may not be the heirs of the family, but such a major event happened in Nolan City, the royal family will naturally send someone to appease it , especially since the truth of this matter cannot be leaked to ordinary people, it is reasonable for the royal family to send him here."
"Are there really so many people who died unfortunately?"
"Yes."
The old man stroked his beard with a gloomy look in his eyes: "Most of them were not killed by profane creatures, but transformed into an inhuman state, and then killed by our people. Not to mention the third son of the Duke who initiated the crime, the municipal The children of government officials and descendants of various nobles participated in it, and by the way, the cousin of the little Duke Francis also died."
It took Jenkins a while to remember who the last one was. He was the young man in charge of Duke Francis's castle. Unexpectedly, it had been almost a month and he hadn't left Nolan yet.
There were not many people in the library that was open to believers. Most of them knew Jenkins and the bishop, and when they saw the two coming, they put down the books in their hands and said hello. A well-built middle-aged man bowed too hard when bowing to the bishop, his glasses fell to the ground and cracked, he smiled embarrassedly.
Putting a misplaced book back in place, Jenkins glanced at a thick book with a black metal edge on the bookshelf beside him: "Darkness First Year: Cult History and Common Sense", so he asked softly:
"Haven't they been vigilant? Didn't the church often preach that bloody sacrifices and weird ceremonies are all methods of terrible cultists?"
This is the era when the gods are still showing their power. Even though the steam power of mortals is getting stronger and the steam train connects the three kingdoms, religion is still the most powerful force that may suppress the kingship.
"Those nobles now, hmph!"
The old man showed a rare look of contempt, and then shook his head at Jenkins apologetically.
"Not everyone is as pious as you, boy. For those big men who sleep on gold pounds and can decide the development of cities with a few words, the life of pious reading and regular prayers you have adapted to is unimaginable Yes. Ordinary people are ignorant, so we need to believe in sages and spread the light of wisdom. I heard Oliver say a few days ago that you have been employed for a while, and courses such as etiquette, equestrianism, grammar, mathematics, and fighting will also gradually start. , Study hard, this is the greatest respect for a sage."