"Conspiracy and betrayal really have the style of a fairy tale."
Jenkins sniffed and turned away from the bleak intersection. Even though it was already early morning, he still broke into the church indifferently, and then woke up everyone in the church, until the captain of the night watchman met him under the holy emblem of [Lightless Moon] in the main hall of the church.
"What is the relationship between that fingertip demon and you?"
In full view, Jenkins asked.
"Sorry, I didn't know you were talking about…"
Said the man who had been intimately providing information to Jenkins during the day.
"We are standing under the holy emblem of the gods now. If you are willing to swear to the gods that you have nothing to do with that thing, I will turn around and leave the town now."
Jenkins said calmly.
The candlelit nave fell into an eerie silence as the others realized what it meant, and whispers and conversations buzzed through the crowd like flies.
"It's useless. It's not something that mortals can defeat. Black Town is the place of original sin. The existence of this town itself is wrong."
The captain of the night watchman with his head down said suddenly, then turned around and slammed into the stone pillar beside him. His strength was so great that the sound of the impact was fiercely imprinted in everyone's ears.
Jenkins jumped up when he fell to the ground, and put his palm on his sunken forehead:
"I won't let you die, do you think you will die?"
The Captain of the Night's Watch did not die immediately, which gave Jenkins a chance to rescue him. But after barely waking up, the man didn't say anything anymore, his eyes were fixed on the bed and stared at the ceiling, no matter what questions Jenkins asked, he didn't answer.
Jenkins could only ask the current bishop of the church what happened to the "place of original sin" "destined to be destroyed" that he had just heard.
The bishop knows this, and it's one of the many legends in this town, and in the tales that are passed down from mouth to mouth, in the long past, when Blacktown wasn't even Blacktown, there was a very dangerous and powerful Something was born here and nearly destroyed the world.
"But that's just legend, and even if it were true, I don't think it has anything to do with what's happening now."
Bishop reminded.
A traitor appeared in the Night Watch, especially if the traitor was still the captain. This was a huge scandal for the parish. That night, the home of the Captain of the Night Watch was thoroughly searched, and the church found an ancient tome in his study. That book looked like a occult book written by ordinary people to deceive the people, but after identification, it was found that there were actually some rituals used to summon evil spirits.
The ritual claims that there is an ancient city of sleepers underground in Blacktown, and that something powerful in the city can be summoned by means of the book. The rituals in the book have corresponding dispelling methods. Although we don’t know the original purpose of the night watchman captain summoning the evil spirits, this does not prevent everyone from finding out the ritual.
When the sky was just dawning, all the priests and night watchmen of the diocese started the ceremony together under the holy emblem of the Lightless Moon in the main hall of the church.
As the faint resonant sound of prayer spread from the church to the town, the townspeople also opened their doors to look at the church lit by hundreds of candles.
Standing at the door of the church, Jenkins looked up at the dawn sky, and saw the black aura lingering over the town gathering together, and then being dispelled by the radiant magic light escaping from the church.
The "demon" I saw last night appeared in the light of dawn at the last moment, his phantom overlapped with the clouds, he laughed and looked at the town in the sky. Even though his figure faded little by little under the rays of the rising sun, there was no unwillingness or fear on his face.
"This place is destined to usher in its original destiny, which was predestined long ago."
That was the only meaning Jenkins could make out of the laughter, and he didn't know what it meant.
After everything was over, the bishop handed Jenkins the promised reward—a few pages of ancient books, and he woke up again from the bed in the bedroom.
"The story this time is a bit anticlimactic, but the bright side is that the background of this accident has finally begun to involve local secrets, which is most likely related to the reason why the master asked me to get involved. In ancient times, what happened on this land what happened?"
Jenkins mused, and put the new pages together with the original three stories.
The original book "Secrets of Black Town" contained thirteen short stories, but now there are only four stories, and he has already touched a corner of the truth. Calculating the time and progress, the book will probably be finished before dawn, and Jenkins is not going to sleep tonight.
Without turning to the fifth story right away, Jenkins left the bed again and knocked on the door of the bedroom of the old bishop of the Church of Death. It's nearly eleven o'clock now, but the old man hasn't fallen asleep yet, because the teaching of [Death and the Last Church] believes that the best time to sleep should start at the moment of ending and new life, which is around twelve o'clock.
"The Church of the Great [Dark Moon]? Yes, because Black Town is relatively remote, so once the church is established, it will rarely move. Before about the 15th century, it has been the site of [The Church of the Night and the Hidden] until That changed during the Wars of Religion, and it's well documented."
The old bishop is very familiar with the history of the area.
"Then do you know the ancient local legends about disasters?"
Jenkins asked again.
But this time the old bishop failed to give an answer, and the myths and legends that have been passed down may also be lost, and the information passed down by word of mouth is even more likely to be lost. Those ancient stories heard in the fourth story no longer exist in this age.
Back in the bedroom, the chocolate was still curled up beside the pillow, as if he was sleeping or angry.
Jenkins didn't understand what happened to his lively cat tonight, and suspected that it was because he patronized reading and neglected it, which caused Chocolate to sulk.
But there seems to be a problem with this guess. Hearing the sound of Jenkins entering the door, Chocolat lazily called out and stood up to welcome him back. And by the time Jenkins got under the covers, the cat was huddled again.
"I don't know if there is a doctor in Black Town... Maybe it should be a psychiatrist."
He thought very worriedly, but there was no good way. After tossing and turning for a while, I opened "Black Town Confidential Records" again, and the fifth story was named "The Man in the Closet".