"Actually, there is no need to prepare any special gifts."
Looking at the expectations of the ladies, Jenkins said slowly, and then looked back at the news in the newspaper. Recently, there have been a lot of advertisements for the purchase of expensive tulip bulbs and finished flowers in the advertising area. The auction house also put up a notice of the tulip auction in the newspaper. The plan is going smoothly.
"I will prepare the banquet, rich dishes, gorgeous table decorations, I understand all these."
In fact, he didn't understand at all. Jenkins had never attended anyone's birthday party in this world, so naturally he didn't know how to hold a party at home. But he can ask Bishop Parode to help prepare everything and deliver it to his home. Although the scribes of the church have been busy recently, the ordinary clergy gathered from all over the world have nothing to do.
"Then it's settled, we'll celebrate your birthday at home tomorrow night. I don't think you'll miss the time, Jenkins, do you?"
"No, definitely not."
He assured Hathaway, and then asked in a low voice:
"Then can you tell me what gifts you have prepared? I'm curious about that."
"Then wait for tomorrow's birthday party."
Hathaway smiled and brought the small plate of chocolate to the cat.
Breaking into the early morning mist and walking out of the house, Nolan's summer is already foggy, so even if there is no haze, the city is still foggy at this time.
After the failure of Miss Audrey's divination yesterday, Jenkins can actually entrust the investigation of the death of the heir to the church. With the efficiency of the church, even if the divination is not possible, it can start the investigation from other directions, and Jenkins can reply within half a week at most.
But Jenkins can't wait for such a long time. Now he sees everything as if it is related to the cataclysm at the end of the era, so he might as well investigate by himself. Arrested and brought to justice.
The first stop was still the morgue at Carfax Yard, and the bodies still hadn't been shipped out of town. Because this time he was investigating privately, there was no need to greet someone to open the door. Jenkins chose to put on a black robe and break through the empty door. Fortunately, today was Saturday, and the janitor at the mortuary of the Police Department was also a little lax, still immersed in the early morning sleep, and did not notice anyone breaking in.
The Police Department does not have a boon, and the liaison officers placed here by the church usually do not show up at the mortuary, so Jenkins got in touch with the seven corpses very smoothly.
The door of the morgue could not be locked, so Jenkins could only throw a silence charm on the ground, then pulled the corpse out, tried to use the psychic ritual with the skull sword one by one, and then all failed without accident.
"Even the anti-divination is ready, and the anti-psychic must be dealt with."
Jenkins thought to himself, let the cat stay in the corner so as not to dirty the fur on his body, he put on a white coat, gloves and a mask, and then extracted hair, teeth and pieces of meat from the seven corpses one by one.
Put these disgusting things in the bag, and said sorry to the corpses in a low voice, and then put them back to their original positions. After leaving Calfax Field by the same route, Jenkins kept his current appearance all the way to the public cemetery outside the city.
Now Nolan's fog zone is not only expanding inward, but also outward. The public cemetery on the edge of the city was still shrouded in fog at around 9 am.
But this was convenient for Jenkins. He climbed over the fence into the cemetery, avoided the Gravekeeper, the Gravekeeper in the cemetery, and carefully came to the undead tree that he destroyed on the night of the dragon game.
Probably because it was stimulated by Jenkins' spirit of life that night, the original small tree actually grew taller by at least one head within half a month, and its lush appearance was completely opposite to the scary dead tree that night.
Taking advantage of no one's attention here, Jenkins quickly took out the pieces of meat, hair, and teeth and prepared to arrange a ceremony relying on this tree. But before he was ready, he found someone walking over.
His eyes narrowed, and what he saw through the thick fog with his right eye wearing a spectacles was actually Miss Magic. He hesitated for a moment, put away his glasses, and then let the cat squatting to watch the excitement turn white, and then continued with his arrangement.
"Mr. Candle?"
Sure enough, the elegant woman walking along the path in the cemetery through the gray fog immediately recognized "Mr. Candle" from the cat next to her.
"Oh, good morning, Miss Magic."
Jenkins continued his work while saying hello, and now he has placed the seven biological materials from different corpses around the tree at equal intervals, and then knelt on the ground with a silver dagger to leave a mark on the ground. mark.
"What are you doing? Oh, it looks familiar."
The woman walked to his side while talking, and seeing that he didn't object, she bent down to observe the nicks, and at the same time, she didn't forget to explain her purpose of coming here:
"I found a nice undead tree here last month, but it disappeared suddenly for some reason. I think that since it can disappear, it will probably reappear, so I happened to have time today, so I came to take a look. It seems that the tree The tree really disappeared... This rune is revenge? Rhett language? I didn't expect you to understand this kind of writing."
She looked carefully at the outlined runes, and after getting a positive answer, she said:
"Mr. Candle, since I happened to meet you, I would like to ask you something. Are you cooperating with the believers of the God of Music recently, asking them to find more Good God sects to join forces? Someone contacted us recently, Believers who tell lies promise that a false god sect like us can gain the power to walk on the earth in the next millennium. I am worried that this group of silly women was deceived by another liar, so I want to ask you."
"It's not a liar... I mean, it's a liar, it's just that we liars... you know what I mean. This matter is true, and you've probably heard of it. We plan to negotiate with the Orthodox Church in the near future. You'll need some supporters then."
Jenkins turned his head and said, and then reminded:
"Of course, followers of Ms. Mystery and Ceremony can also remain neutral. This is completely fine, and we won't mind."
"In this era, who can remain neutral?"
Miss Magic sighed, straightened up and looked at Jenkins' cat, thinking of the last meeting with William, but she was very clear that this matter could not be mentioned, so she said instead:
"Whether we want to support you, we have to consider this matter. Our sect organization is loose, and we usually meet once a year to exchange knowledge and discuss the inheritance of the sect. Now many people are rushing here... Join in the fun, I'm going to wait until most people are there and ask their opinion before making a decision."
PS: Ask for votes and ask for everything.