"I don't have the qualifications of the savior he said, but I just guessed what this qualification is."
Standing on the glacier, Jenkins spoke to the demigods, but people didn't know whether to trust him or not.
"If you have really obtained the qualification to be chosen by fate to save the world, I hope you can maintain the compassion you just said, otherwise there will be other people who are chosen by fate to get rid of you. Just like you killed him."
Said the astrologer to the disciple of lies in front of him.
"There will be no other chosen by fate..."
He couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
"What is the difference between your arrogant words and the dying attitude of the person you killed just now? Believers of lies, you did save Nolan today, so we will not take action against you. But you must always Be alert to your actions, and don't slip into the abyss of depravity."
The old gravekeeper warned.
"I obey the order better than anyone else."
He said something that he didn't believe, and it was the only lie so far. He raised his hand and patted the very well-behaved cat that had been squatting on his shoulder. He wanted to turn around and leave, but he heard someone ask:
"So who are you? Can you leave your name?" (Note)
I wanted to refuse, but subconsciously stopped. He turned to look at the demigods surrounding him, and then looked up at the bustling and flustered city below.
Thick fog shrouds the place, and the next disaster is brewing. The sunset glow of the eighteenth century has already appeared, and the prosperous steam civilization has cast the glory of mankind, and it is also pulling civilization into an abyss from which there is no turning back.
City streets are like blood vessels of civilization, and the flowing blood is a symbol deposited in time. The core of this era is Nolan City, the city known as the whirlpool of disaster, what burst out is the last miracle of civilization.
He stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar city under his feet, at the black smoke from the chimneys, at the people the size of ants walking on the street, at the carriage passing the corner, at the ancient civilization flowing under the gloomy sky .
"I am... the redemptor."
He couldn't help but said that the eyes of the cat on his shoulder lit up, and he wanted to meow to congratulate Jenkins for realizing his responsibility, but thinking of his current aloof cat design, he suppressed squatting on his shoulder again.
"What did you say?"
Miss Bevanna asked suspiciously.
"I am a savior, a savior from afar. If fate chooses me to do this, I will follow the guidance of fate to complete my mission. Even if this task is difficult and difficult, even if I may fail halfway... Yes Yes, I am the savior, the one who saves all of this."
He replied, and laughed himself at what he had just said.
"Do you really think that you will be the last savior? Even if your companions are also candidates?"
Miss Bevanna asked again.
"We've never been in a competitive relationship because we both believe in that tricky fate."
He answered like this, and then nodded to the crowd:
"In the future, I will trouble everyone to clean up. I will take a step first and look forward to meeting you next time."
After finishing speaking, the cat on the shoulder disappeared first, and then the color of the whole person continued to fade, just like that, it disappeared into the sunlight little by little.
"Raydan Putt..."
Only Miss Bevanna was repeating the word, knowing full well that it was someone's middle name. Although Jenkins couldn't be the perverted but inexplicably mature man with an accent just now, one must be vigilant when this word comes out of the other party's mouth.
"Do believers of lies know Jenkins of the Church of the Sages?"
Miss Bevanna's thoughts took strange forks.
(Chocolate is running... )
"Oh, Jenkins!"
As soon as he returned to Loen, he saw Dolores face flushed and opened her arms excitedly. Jenkins hugged her very cooperatively, and then, from an angle that Her Royal Highness could not see, tried to use winks and expressions to ask Alexia and Julia what happened.
"His Royal Highness is very glad to be able to help you."
The maid lady explained.
"Dolores has always longed for adventure, just like the knight novels she read, and today she barely fulfilled her dream."
Alexia also gave an explanation.
"Jenkins, what a great day today! I saw you freeze the ocean, I saw you defeat that monster with tentacles! Oh Jenkins!"
The young princess hugged Jenkins tightly, then suddenly let go. When Jenkins tried to observe her expression, he found that the face was drawing closer, and the sixteen-year-old princess took the initiative to offer a kiss.
"No, this is not acceptable!"
Relying on the [cat's grace] bestowed by the chocolate, he managed to avoid the kiss, and his face showed the panic that he didn't have when facing the demigod just now.
"This is not okay, this is not okay, this is not okay..."
As if he had a mental problem, he grabbed the clothes on his right chest with his left hand, staggered back a step, and then disappeared into the air again as if he was running away.
"Meow~"
The cat pounced on Jenkins' disappearing phantom, but nothing fell, apparently Jenkins didn't think to take it away.
"Meow~"
Chocolate was very unhappy and jumped back on the sofa to sulk by himself.
"Why did he avoid it?"
Her Royal Highness was very disappointed.
"Obviously, when we figure out why he's avoiding you, that's when we learn his deepest secrets."
Alexia comforted her students, then looked towards where Jenkins disappeared:
"I think this Jenkins is the most interesting."
The princess felt the teacher's malice towards her.
In Nuo in the morning, there was heavy rain first, and then there was a strange snowfall. You must know that it is May. Since Nolan has weather records, there has never been snowfall in May.
But fortunately, this abnormal temperature change ended soon, and at the same time, the people who escaped from the dock area also spread the amazing things that happened there throughout the city.
In fact, they don't need to talk about the tragedy of the pier. People in the entire Xicheng District can see the towering waves frozen in the sky as long as they raise their heads.
It's a much bigger topic than gunfights and shelling, so after nearly two weeks of celebrating the Broken Isles, attention is finally turning elsewhere.
In an atmosphere of mourning and fear throughout the city, Jenkins set foot on this land again, grieving for it, but unable to reverse what had happened.
PS: When using twin demons, they were surrounded by tentacles, so the demigods didn't see the signature ability; when using the sword, they saw it, but they didn't know that the sword was already a gift, thinking that it was a common weapon for believers in lies, so It is not known which "lie believer" Jenkins is.
There are probably two or three chapters left to end this volume, and the next volume will be an interlude as usual, with a tentative title—One Thousand and One Nights of the Savior.