Stopping the two ladies from trying to do it, Jenkins shook his head, and continued without waiting for the two to object:
"Now my identity is very sensitive. If I really die, the church, I mean the Church of the Twelve Orthodox Gods, will be in big trouble."
He is the only candidate for the savior in the Orthodox Church. Even if the interests of the Twelve Orthodox Churches are not unified, Jenkins' death is absolutely unacceptable—this means that the Orthodox Church is completely controlled by lie believers.
"Don't do anything, someone will do it naturally."
He was quite sure of this, and while talking, he patted his cat, and leaned slightly back against the back of the carriage seat, which could be regarded as a small sofa.
He sighed, and unconsciously hid his face in the shadows:
"I am not a simple person..."
Even though both women knew Jenkins quite well, it was inevitable that there would be some pressure when he made such a gesture. It's hard to describe this feeling, it's not the pressure brought by the so-called temperament or power, just his existence itself makes people a little breathless.
But this is extraordinarily attractive, like a candlelight attracting self-destructive moths...
Miss Windsor, Dolores and Julia blushed together. Miss Windsor recalled being held by Jenkins and running in the alley that night. Dolores thought of the first time the two met a long time ago. Julie Yaze recalled the warm conversation in the tavern.
Promoted to level 7, the body is more easily affected by the soul, and the fluctuations of the soul are also affecting the world more violently. Whether consciously or not, the nature of the gods drives mortals crazy. Mortals can't look directly at God, but they want to spy on the unspeakable power uncontrollably. This is instinct.
Although there was a small error in the welcome ceremony in the morning, the welcome ceremony restarted in the afternoon was very smooth. Jenkins had seen the proud Tarkov in newspapers before, but today was the first time he had actually seen him.
He looked younger than Dolores' father, and was the youngest king of the three kingdoms. He was very energetic, and he handled the conversation with Queen Isabella fairly well, as well as answering limited questions from reporters.
If he hadn't known that Cheslan's domestic political conflicts were greater than those of other countries, Jenkins might have thought that Cheslan was the most promising country.
Of course, he is not interested in foreign middle-aged men, but he really wants to meet the writer who wrote the most popular popular novel of this era "The Legend of the Detective Knight". of the pinnacle.
Jenkins did not know her, but had seen her photograph from Miss Windsor. It's just that it is not necessary for everyone to attend the welcome ceremony at the city hall, so the Miss Writer who came to Nolan as an unimportant entourage did not show up. Although Jenkins was a little disappointed, this is not an important thing, so he will soon Forget about it.
After the welcome ceremony, there was a small reception, and Jenkins was forced to participate. He accepted the warm toast from the nobles of the southern country while carrying specially brewed pear water disguised as champagne.
They seem to regard Jenkins as a key figure who can influence the development of this war. After all, he is now the first heir to the throne of Fidiktri (eldest brother Newman and father Robert are not counted). In fact, he is indeed a key figure, but has nothing to do with the royal family.
It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when the reception was over, and Dolores still had something to do, so she took Julia to leave first, but Julia would show up at Jenkins' house in the evening. Miss Windsor stopped Jenkins, she had something very important to tell Jenkins.
"I know that I will meet those old dukes tomorrow afternoon. Even if I drank a lot of wine just now, I will never forget it."
He said while following Miss Windsor to the carriage parked at the entrance of the alley.
"It's not about this, and what did you drink just now?"
Miss Windsor asked strangely, seeing that Jenkins was unwilling to answer, and did not bother:
"You told me this morning that you are the Giver, so I want you to meet with my hired occult advisors and at least tell me if they are really the Giver. You know, the average person doesn't have much means of identifying this .Although I have seen their power, I have always suspected that I was deceived by circus jugglers."
Jenkins nodded, looked up at the carriage in front of him, and sure enough, he saw the person he guessed.
"I know that givers generally don't like to reveal their identities, let alone a giver like you who has a decent and noble status as an ordinary person. So I will find a way to get them off the carriage in a while, just take a look at them from a distance. I heard from the princess of the northern kingdom that you are very powerful, and you helped her solve many troubles of the bestowers in the northern kingdom."
Miss Windsor suggested that such an arrangement is very appropriate. But Jenkins shook his head:
"I'll go see them both myself."
"But... Huh? How do you know they are two people, how do you know they are both women?"
Miss Windsor noticed Jenkins' wording.
"It's an acquaintance."
Jenkins explained, straightening his collar as he spoke:
"They are all friends from the past, and they are trustworthy. But if you have a chance, I suggest you apologize to that magic lady for what happened at the pier a while ago. That lady is a little stingy, although she is indeed kind. .”
He reminded kindly, and then gave Miss Windsor a reassuring look. Knocking on the door of the carriage, before waiting for any response from inside, he bent down and got into the carriage.
"I'm Jenkins Williams."
Sitting side by side in the carriage were of course Miss Magic and Miss Silver Flute who had disguised their faces. Both of them had heard of the name "Jenkins Williams" from newspapers, and Miss Silver Flute was Jenkins' neighbor, but they didn't know. Thinking that he will appear suddenly.
"You must also know about my cooperation with Miss Windsor."
He said straight to the point, and the two women who had disguised their true faces looked at each other. They didn't expect this conversation to happen, and they didn't expect William to be such a straightforward person, and they didn't even say hello:
"So, Miss Windsor now wants us to temporarily protect your safety?"
They all knew the whole story of the assassination incident in the morning, so they had such guesses.
"No, she wants me to check if you are really givers or liars."
Miss Magic frowned when she heard the words. Although she had already known that Jenkins Williams was the gifter in Miss Bailing's "dice game", the sudden appearance of such a heavyweight like Williams still made the two people in the carriage feel uncomfortable. caught off guard.
At the same time, Miss Magic also knew that she had to show that she only understood the implication of this sentence at this moment:
"So, you too... This is really unexpected. It seems that our employer really made a very correct decision this time."
Her acting skills are good, showing her surprise appropriately. This made Miss Yindi look sideways slightly. Although she knew that she couldn't show that she knew about it, she didn't expect that Miss Magic could perform so well.
Both of them knew that Jenkins Williams had a very good relationship with the church. From the perspective of ordinary people, the term "bishop candidate" was acceptable. And if it's the bestower, it means that Jenkins Williams' status in the Church of the Sages is extremely special, so special that the entire church is covering up his identity for him.
One of the common sense of the bestowers, the bestowers of the Orthodox Church cannot be the secular leaders of the church.
Therefore, although it has been expected for a long time, the performance of Miss Magic has both acting skills and a real expression of surprise for Jenkins' "secular" and "church".
"I'm not responsible for arresting those unregistered gift givers, so you two can rest assured."
Jenkins does not intend to disclose his identity as Mr. Candle, because this identity is bound to "believers of lies".
"Then what's the matter for a noble person like you looking for a hidden person like us who hides in a dark corner?"
Miss Yindi also asked, she looked at Jenkins anxiously, unable to think of the meaning of today's conversation. Worried about being exposed as a neighbor, the right hand that is naturally placed on the lap is ready to pull out the pen in the sleeve at any time, which is a powerful weapon to fight against the benefactor at close range.
Jenkins did not answer right away, but stretched out his hand to press the brass-colored button on the side wall of the carriage. With a bang, a layer of thin steel plate fell from the closed window. This was the protective measure that Miss Windsor had set up for her carriage. , the pistols of this era cannot easily penetrate such defenses.
"Mr. Candle asked me to give you a message..."
"Mr. Candle is really you in the Orthodox Church?"
Miss Yindi was surprised and even interrupted Jenkins on her own initiative, but she didn't pay attention to her inappropriate wording. But she immediately realized that the young man in front of her was the top nobleman in the kingdom, and she was also a gifted person like herself, so she should respect him:
"Feel sorry."
"It's okay, but I'm not an insider."
He laughed:
"I'm just working with Mr. Candle, and that's a very interesting guy."
Miss Magic squinted her eyes and said nothing, her eyes fell on Chocolate lying on Jenkins' lap. The cat noticed that someone was watching him, and responded with a lazy meow. Now that the weather is hot, it has become more and more lazy.
"Speaking of which, Mr. Candle and I met at the pet hospital. Although he is a believer in lies, he is very reliable. Don't worry, Mr. Candle and I are friends. Since you are now working for Miss Windsor, That can be regarded as working for me. Mr. Candle asked me to tell you that the city is not peaceful recently, so don’t get involved in anything related to fog, steam or machinery.”
"Of course, the most important thing recently is the joint talks of the Church of the Twelve Orthodox Gods and the meeting of the Three Kings. We won't make any other moves until we finish working here with Miss Windsor."
Miss Magic said she concluded the claims about the "vet hospital" acquaintances were lies. Everyone in Mr. Hood's party, except Jenkins, has seen "Mr. Vanilla Yuuto Corpse", and such a cat is unlikely to go to the vet.
"It's good that you know the danger. That guy treats you as friends. If something happens to you, he will probably be very sad."
Jenkins said pretending not to care, but if any of his friends had an accident, he would be sad for a long time.
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Book push: "I'm really not the running dog of the evil god", author: Wan Jiehuo
Introduction: The traverser Lin Jie runs a bookstore.
He is kind and enthusiastic, always recommending books that heal the soul to the frustrated guests, and occasionally Amway his own clumsy works.
Over time, these guests became very respectful to him, and every day they brought him some simple local products in return, asked him for recommended bibliography, and told the deeds of this ordinary bookstore owner to the people around him.
They respectfully and affectionately called him—
"The Hyena of the Evil God", "The Propagator of the Gospel of Flesh", "The Writer of the Canon of Corpse Eaters", and "The Shepherd of the Stars".
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