"Don't worry, your master is safe, it's just the first time he has encountered such knowledge. The phrase just now will let him know the existence of the master, but it will not leave hidden dangers, and it will not make him see anything. Great figure. His soul is strong, it's not a burden."
Miss Audrey wanted to reach out to touch the chocolate, but was dodged.
"Meow~"
She remained hostile, and Miss Audrey was not angry. Picking up Jenkins' paper and pen from the table, he wrote down his address, smiled at the cute kitten, put a white mask on his face to restore the camouflage when he entered the door, and went straight out of the room.
When Jenkins woke up, he first looked at the pocket watch that had been set aside. It was only ten minutes.
Miss Audrey had already left, and Chocolat stood next to his head worriedly. Seeing Jenkins open his eyes, he called softly and rubbed his soft face against Jenkins' arm.
"You still treat me well, the more beautiful the woman is, the more she will..."
He sat up while speaking, picked up the note on the table and wrote down the address.
"The master of the deceitful land? It's exactly the same as what the conductor in the deceitful land said, but why do I think that the master is greater than the righteous god? 17 masters, 17 kinds of sin coins, 17 epochs have passed... The false god corresponds to the sky, and the righteous god The god corresponds to the month, and the master corresponds to the era? If this is the case, then what is the catastrophe at the end of the era? Is it related to the master of the devious world?"
Jenkins felt that he had touched the secrets of this world. After thinking about it carefully, the rules of this world were extremely strict, but the more he wanted to explore the truth, the more he could feel the weirdness hidden in the depths.
Calling out the candle and burning the note casually, Jenkins sighed. It seemed that Miss Audrey was sure that he would go to find her again.
Before lunch began, Jenkins wrote a book for a while and did nothing else. The brief coma had no lasting effect, but the so-called "Rocky language" had time to investigate.
Now that I have the ability to read and write, it should be easier to write a book. But Jenkins found sadly that he couldn't think about the plot when he didn't hold a pen. In other words, he was used to writing with a pen, so the progress of writing the book that he thought would be accelerated was wasted.
After lunch, I took a nap, and then took a carriage to the church with chocolates.
There are not many pedestrians on the street in the autumn afternoon. Judging from the clothes, most citizens can already feel the arrival of autumn. Except for the children playing in the alley, very few people are wearing single clothes. Even the poorest of families will take out heavy, multi-patched clothing that is stuck to the bottom of the box.
After all, getting sick is a much scarier thing for these families.
Heating is about to start in autumn, and the smog hanging over the city is getting thicker. Most of the best days of the year for the air are in the summer, but this year the best is behind us.
Walking into the gate, greeted the familiar guards and priests passing by in a low voice, then sat on the bench in the last row of the mission hall, and listened to the sermon of the priest standing at the front with many believers.
After listening for a while, someone patted Jenkins on the shoulder behind him, and when he looked back, it was Bishop Parode. He shook his head at Jenkins, motioning him not to get up, and sat next to him, listening.
When the priest's sermon was about to end, the two left softly and walked through the corridor to the backyard. At this time, Chocolate, who had been quiet all along, meowed.
"What a wonderful sermon."
Jenkins was the first to speak. It was true. The young priest was indeed eloquent, and the subject he chose this time was the oldest legend of the church. Stories are always more interesting than boring truths.
"Yes, young people nowadays are very powerful. I have something to ask you."
Before Jenkins could inquire about the donation, the bishop was the first to talk about the business.
"Please tell me."
Jenkins let go of the chocolate and let it run casually in the yard, and the nuns and ladies passing by greeted the chocolate.
Just like last time, the two walked while chatting, and the bishop pointed in the direction of the library in the distance.
"Jenkins, first of all, it is about your study arrangement. Counting the time, it has been almost two months since you joined the job. Those professional supplementary courses, such as etiquette, equestrianism, geography, etc., will also start. The second half of the church You are the only new recruit, so there will be no special classes. At present, our plan is to find some private teachers for you. Of course, all of them are reliable and devout believers. I don’t know what your opinion is ?”
"This is good."
Jenkins would not disagree. His current knowledge of grammar and arithmetic was acceptable, but in other respects he might, no, definitely be inferior to his brother John Williams.
"These courses will start almost next month. Oliver will inform you. These seemingly ordinary courses are very important. The church values you very much. In order to take on more responsibilities, you need to have greater abilities... I don't need to say these , I believe you all understand."
"Yes, sir. I will maintain the habit of lifelong learning and live to learn."
He nodded cautiously, thinking about whether these courses would be interesting.
"I like your attitude very much."
The old man showed a relieved smile, and led Jenkins to another large building in the courtyard.
"Second thing, the local publisher, Mr. Burrow, contacted us. I spent some time talking with him. He told me that there are some foreign booksellers who want to publish your book abroad. I think this is a good idea. It’s a good thing. Not only for you personally, but also for the church.”
"Yes, this is a good thing, but I remember that foreign books are generally subject to strict censorship when they are published in this country."
"That's not a problem."
The two walked up the stairs, and the young man walking down saw the bishop and immediately moved aside.
"The Church will take care of this, come with me now."
Without continuing to go upstairs, the two walked into a large room on the second floor through the back door. This is a room similar to a lecture theater. A burly middle-aged man stood in front of the blackboard and said something loudly. The people sitting looked up at him.
After listening for a while, Jenkins realized that the middle-aged man was teaching basic grammar knowledge, but it seemed that the progress was very slow, because most of the people who attended the class had blank expressions.
The two walked out of the classroom and started talking again.
PS: Sometimes it is a big trouble to name the chapters.
Add one more at eight o'clock.
Ask for a ticket.