"Is that all? Oh, I mean, isn't there a bit of..."
Jenkins hadn't found the right words yet, and Mr. Adil laughed:
"Mr. Williams, I understand what you mean. You want to say that you are not cautious, right? The Orthodox Church is very kind. Since he did not do strange things, but only collected some relatively secret knowledge, we It can still be tolerated. Moreover, there are people from the Orthodox Church in the gathering, and we can grasp all the dynamics of the gathering."
Jenkins had known the Orthodox Church's weird attitude towards believers of false gods a long time ago, but he didn't expect the church to hold such an indifferent attitude even if the other party was level 8.
In Jenkins' view, there is no difference between this way of handling and not dealing with it, but he did not put forward his own point of view. After all, what is the relationship between righteous gods and false gods is an extremely sensitive topic.
"So, should I still go to that party?"
He asked again, this is something related to himself.
"This will be handled by Mr. Williams himself. Of course, if you are willing to provide the Church with the actions and words of the 8th-level Gifter in each meeting, we can give you an additional information fee..."
After throwing a few silver coins into the fundraising box, Jenkins followed his father out of the church through the main entrance.
"Is it weird?"
Pop shook his coat and asked before Jenkins could speak.
"Yes, there are some."
"You'll figure it out sooner or later, but it's still too young."
"Yes yes, I am young."
Jenkins nodded resignedly and followed him across the street. Seeing no one around, he asked in a low voice: "But it's level 8 after all, could it be too careless..."
"Because it is a level 8 bestower, so there is no need to be cautious."
The old man's tone was a little strange, but he didn't look back at him. Instead, he pretended to be interested in the three-story white building at the intersection ahead. On the balcony on the second floor, a man wearing a red and yellow striped hat was looking at him. Holding a black pipe and looking at the sky, Jenkins remembered what seemed to be a club with a higher annual fee than Mr. Ink's.
Dad obviously didn't intend to continue explaining, Jenkins touched his nose, feeling that the world was getting weirder.
He remembered hearing from the coachman that morning about Robert Kumbu, the wounded victim of the street murder, and asked his father for advice.
Dad didn't know about this, so he summoned a little boy wearing a patched singlet from nowhere, and handed him a £1 note and a letter, and of course, he also paid 10 pence for the delivery of the letter.
The little boy had obviously known his father for a long time, and he knew where his destination was after glancing at the name on the envelope. During the rainy night incident, Jenkins knew through the letter that his father was also familiar with some people on the street, and the little boy was probably one of them.
In the evening, the boy delivered the reply letter, and the old man understood what had happened after reading it twice.
"The police guarding the ward last night did not leave the door of the ward, but they disappeared after opening the door early in the morning. The doctor on duty also confirmed that after the hospital was closed last night, no one came in or out. The door was locked."
Hospitals in this era did not have the rule of being open all day long, and the buildings where they were hospitalized were completely locked at night and would not be opened unless there was an emergency, such as a fire.
"Walking through the window? I asked my father to write a letter to Sheriff Black yesterday and went to the hospital. He lived on the third floor."
Jenkins asked in surprise.
"Yes, it is impossible for ordinary people to jump out of the window, but not necessarily for ordinary people."
The old man also understood what this meant, "Well, I happen to have to go to church tonight, so let's report this matter then."
"You said, does this have something to do with the followers of the evil god [Prince of Lies]?"
Jenkins asked again, the scammer is not necessarily a believer of this evil god, but the believer of this evil god must be a scammer, this is something that ordinary people know.
"We can't judge casually without evidence, but this direction will definitely be investigated. I remember that the information you provided just now includes things related to this evil god. The two may be connected. I remember that Eldron seems to be Without our church, maybe we can think of another way... ”
Because he was very interested in the affairs of the Augustus family, Jenkins asked his father if he knew more. The information that can be verified by this family began when the kingdom was established. Before that, Augustus was a commoner's surname.
That's all. Unlike the ancient and notorious family of demon summoners—the Asyash family, the Augustus family is very ordinary. The history of the Asiyashi family can be traced back to the previous era. Only descendants who agree with and practice the devil's summoning can be regarded as core members by this family.
This family was completely wiped out by the [Sun and Justice] church around the year 1666 of the common calendar. But to this day, there are still rumors that there are still descendants of the Asiyashi family. The matter of the demons coming to Nolan City has been taken seriously by the church, so it is inevitable to think of them.
When Jenkins left in the evening, Pop closed the store and went to church. Jenkins walked down the street with the chocolate in his arms, thinking about today's jewel party.
Maybe his luck was really bad, just rubbing the lid a few times to get into such trouble. Maybe we need to be more cautious in the future, and it is best to avoid all unnecessary social activities.
As soon as he walked to St. George Street, he saw a carriage parked in front of his house. The red-haired girl poked her head out of the car and greeted Jenkins with a smile, while Mrs. Mahart, the middle-aged maid hired by him, stood aside awkwardly with a vegetable basket.
Jenkins nodded to Hathaway, put down the chocolate and let it run into the house, and then opened the gate to let Mrs. Mahart clean up the kitchen.
Chocolate jumped off the fence nimbly, ran a few steps towards the house, then wagged his tail and called back, then turned around and got out from the space under the fence, and ran into the carriage at once.
It was the time when the neighbors were commuting, and it was impossible for Jenkins, a bachelor, to invite a young girl to his house. It would be bad for his neighbors to see him, and he had to take care of his reputation—or so he thought. Originally, he planned to chat with his friends in the carriage. Now that the chocolate got in, he had even more reason to do so.