Pontoff IV's question is based on an assumption, so it seems a bit tactful. Jenkins thought for a while before shaking his head:
"If it was yesterday, I would have refused without hesitation, but now... Although I will not take the initiative to fight for it, if the crown really falls on my head, I will not refuse."
He agreed with Alexia's statement that although he had to bear additional responsibilities, perhaps salvation really required secular rights. But he will never take the initiative to fight for it, which is a rare slack, and let fate decide this matter.
"Yes, such an idea is very reasonable. The church itself does not want to take the initiative to intervene in the change of secular regime or the change of kingship. All of these have the guidance of sages. We just need to wait patiently."
Although the old pope didn't express it directly, Jenkins could easily feel that the church actually wanted him, or someone in their family, to take over the throne. It is not difficult to understand that the William family are all devout believers of sages, and among the other heirs, even the believers of sages are just superficial believers who are dispensable.
Cutting the ribbon for the small cemetery is not a big event, even if there are such important figures as the Pope and the Holy Son, it is just a common event. Just Jenkins being publicly around the Pope and picking up the scissors with the Pope says a lot in itself. Not only the internal members of the Church of the Sages were present, many people saw this scene in their eyes, and Jenkins understood that the arrangement of the church was to allow him to step forward, after all, he was already a Level 5 (declared) gifter , he will soon accept the full responsibility and power of the Son.
It was already noon after returning from the cemetery in the suburbs. When I returned to the Holy See, I learned that another holy son of the church, Mr. Rudolph Boko, who is not known how old, also returned this morning. City of Beldyland. Jenkins had heard of this gentleman's name for a long time, so he sent a letter specifically to want to meet him. The meeting between the two took place this afternoon in the inconspicuous prayer hall on the side hall of the main square of the Holy See.
The holy emblem of the sage hangs on the wall facing the door, and below it is a circular platform, on which is a small table with holy scriptures. From the platform to the door, the neatly arranged long wooden chairs were empty, only Jenkins and Mr. Brocade sat in the first row.
He was a slightly plump and kind-looking man. Compared with the holy son of the church, his temperament was more like Mr. Goodman, Jenkins' neighbor. Dressed in a black formal attire that looked like he was going to an important party, and wearing a flat black top hat commonly used by magicians, he looked much more serious than Jenkins in casual clothes.
"I heard your name a long time ago, Jenkins, and I think it's okay for me to call you that. Even if you don't come to see me this time, I will come to see you. I have always wanted to talk to you. "
Mr. Brocade said, not looking at Jenkins during the conversation, but looking up at the holy emblem.
"Talk to me? Why?"
Jenkins asked, and then saw the other party lowered his head with his eyes closed, drawing the shape of the holy emblem on his chest.
"Do you know at what age I became the Son of God?"
Instead of answering Jenkins' questions, the middle-aged man asked new ones.
"I remember Papa Oliver talking about... 32 years old?"
"Yes, although it is much later than you, but in the history of the church, this is also an extremely rare young age. It was about thirty years ago. I studied the traditions of ancient missionaries, and I was alone with only one This scripture, walking alone from the west coast of the road to the east coast of the mainland by footsteps, that is... "
Jenkins had heard of this story. In fact, every Holy Son who can become a Holy Son must have completed a certain great cause that is favored by the gods. Except for "lucky guys" like Jenkins, attracting the attention and favor of the gods is all about luck, hard work, perseverance and talent.
"You are younger and stronger than me."
"No, I'm not better than you."
The holy son Boko is a genuine demigod-level bestower, and a rare ninth-level demigod, which is the peak that humans can reach. At least Jenkins has never heard of a tenth-level demigod. Maybe there was once in history, but absolutely not in this era.
"I don't mean our own strength. I discovered that far away from Beldyran, there is an extra person in the Holy See who has infinite power like the sun."
"I do not quite understand you."
Jenkins suspected that he saw something, but it was impossible. The ninth-level demigod was only a mortal after all. Unless he died on the spot and became an angel on the spot, he would never see the essence of Jenkins.
"If we say that the grace given to us by the sage is like a cluster of eternal flames in the dark, let us help the world to illuminate a small piece of the world; then the grace in you is like the sun, not only in the dark Illuminate yourself in the world, and also illuminate everyone who is willing to cuddle with you and those who are not willing to be close to you."
The middle-aged man explained very slowly, still not looking at Jenkins' face.
"I still don't get it..."
"Even though we are all Sons, we are completely different. Maybe you haven't realized it yet, but you are as different from me as I am from ordinary believers. Even though the church never mentions that the gods are different Believers have preferences, but this is the fact, compared to any holy son I know, you are the chosen one who truly replaces the gods and walks in the world."
Jenkins opened his mouth, not knowing how to take the words. The cat's chin on his lap rests on Jenkins' lap, and the little ears perk up to listen to the conversation between the two. From the cat's point of view, this is nothing new. It is a lie that the gods can pamper everyone equally.
"You don't have to be so surprised."
Mr. Brocade patted Jenkins on the shoulder:
"Actually, before this, I did have some doubts why the sage would do this. But after seeing you, I understood that you are destined to be different from us. I have already reached the peak of mortal strength, so in the In the eyes of mortals, you can barely find your difference."
"How am I different?"
Jenkins still doesn't get it.
"I don't understand either. Maybe the day I understand, I will be qualified to meet the sage."
He patted Jenkins on the shoulder again, got up and left, and ended this inexplicable conversation. Leaving Jenkins alone on the bench, he thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what the other party wanted to express.
But Jenkins had a hunch that the gentleman just now would probably not see him again for a long time.