"If you don't answer my question, I will let you know what fate you will encounter now. Don't look at my age, young man, you will never guess how many people I have killed."
The old lady squinted her eyes and leaned her face against the side of the gun body. Her hand was very steady, and her right hand with a copper thimble was holding the trigger, making it impossible to ignore her warning.
"I don't believe you dare to shoot without a silencer."
"Such a big event happened this morning. Do you think Nolan's police will be as sensitive as before? I don't want to ask again. Who are you? What are you going to do?"
"You are so old and you have your own grandson, why can't you live a good life? I really came to get that book. As for your identity, it's very simple."
Speaking of which, Jenkins stretched out his hand and held the muzzle of the gun. Before the opponent could react, flames gushed out of his palm, and the muzzle of the gun was easily melted. As the flame spread towards the body of the gun, the metal with extremely high thermal conductivity quickly transferred the heat to Mrs. Wood's skin. She subconsciously let go of her hand, and then watched the gun melt in the hands of the strange man opposite. He was pinching it in his hands like kneading dough.
The gunpowder in the gun exploded due to the heat and pressure, which did not panic Jenkins. The flames covered the injured skin and the wound healed quickly. It wasn't until the gun was crushed into a discus that he used his ability to cool down the metal, and then threw it aside.
"Blesser?"
Mrs. Wood obviously knew about the otherworldly.
"Yes, as you can see, I'm just a giver passing by here just for that book. I'm not interested in your work. For your son's sake, I won't care about it. Give me that book now."
"Wood he..."
"He's just an ordinary person, and I'm just an ordinary friend."
said Jenkins, and held out his hand:
"I don't want to say it again, give me the book."
He successfully got the book from Mr. Birch's house. Jenkins did not embarrass his friend's mother, and even left some money when he left.
He quickly put the unpleasant experience behind him. After leaving the apartment, he looked around and walked along the street towards the Church of the Sages.
The book was held between his arms, and he didn't immediately open it to check the "interesting abilities" that Mr. White Cat said. The moment he got the book, he had a very wonderful feeling. This feeling made him guess what fate had arranged, but it was not the time to open it yet.
There are so many injured people in the dock area today, the hospital cannot accommodate so many injured patients, so some believers went to the church for help. Among them, the Church of the Sages in the urban area accommodated the most wounded patients because of its convenient transportation.
No matter how big the church was, it was impossible to accommodate hundreds of wounded people at the same time. Therefore, the bookstore directly opposite the church and the two shops next door were temporarily borrowed for the slightly injured patients to rest and wait for the priests of the church to heal and comfort them.
Jenkins didn't dare to enter the church with his current face, so he looked around for a while, then walked into the bookstore opposite the church.
In addition to the clergy of the church, nearby private doctors were also temporarily recruited to help, so after Jenkins said that he was a medical student, he was also assigned some simple tasks by an old priest with a thick notebook.
When he was busy, he couldn't feel the flow of time. Although most of the assignments were small tasks such as helping the wounded or wiping the wounds, he had been using his abilities without a trace.
This behavior went unnoticed once or twice, but was used all afternoon and eventually got noticed.
When the twilight glow appeared outside the window, the bookstore diagonally opposite the Church of the Sages was still full of wounded people. After Jenkins helped a middle-aged doctor with a mustache hold the wounded, the doctor dug out the bullet in the wounded arm with a knife.
Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he was about to find some water to drink, when he turned around and saw Captain Bincy looking at him.
Subconsciously wanted to say hello, but immediately realized who he was now.
"Sir, what can I do for you?"
he asked cautiously.
"Speak here."
Captain Bincy pointed to the backyard of the bookstore, Jenkins nodded, and walked through the crowded room with the other party to the backyard where the original bookstore furniture was piled up.
Leaving the room, the noisy sound disappeared instantly. Jenkins saw the sunset and knew he had stayed too long in Nolan.
"You... are you the bestower?"
The two stood still, Captain Bincy lit a cigarette for himself, and asked after skillfully blowing out the smoke ring. This was the first time Jenkins saw the people around him smoking. He subconsciously observed the color of the smoke, and then realized that such caution was too foolish. It was impossible for Captain Bincy not to know about the banned tobacco.
"Yes, I am the giver, there is no registered giver."
He nodded generously.
"Which great person are you a believer in? The god of peace? Or the heartless healer?"
Both of these two have priesthoods related to [medical treatment]. In peaceful times, most of them like to run clinics, and treat patients completely free of charge during a certain week of the year. In times of unrest, believers of the latter still prefer to run clinics, while believers of the former will switch to battlefield doctors.
"No, I'm also a sage's believer... Don't look at me like this, this sentence is not a lie, I can swear to the sage. I just don't like to be restrained, so I didn't go to the church to register as a gifted person. You want Arrest me? Or force me to go to the opposite church to confess my identity?"
he asked.
"I just want to confirm that you are not a suspicious person. As for arresting you..."
He shook his head and then snuffed out the cigarette butt, and put the unfinished half of the cigarette back into the cigarette case.
"I'm not so leisurely yet. In fact, the church has never been malicious to non-registered givers. You don't like to register, and we rarely force you to come to the church to register your identity. Unregistered givers living in Norland Diocese, according to the regular The estimate of the Church of God is probably three digits. The Church knows the situation of some people, but as long as there is no violation of the law, the Church will not pursue what you have done... Not to mention that you were saving people just now. Nolan Diocese has healing abilities There are very few bestowers, if you will be a scribe, I can... "
"I still want to be free for the time being. I think that even if I don't become a scribe, I can still promote the sages and spread the glory."
Jenkins said, and then he and Captain Bincy leaned on the bookshelves that were temporarily moved to the backyard and looked at the sunset in the distance.
PS: The next chapter ends this volume.