The musicians finally asked for a written promise, so they quickly found paper and wrote down the conditions agreed by Jenkins and the promise of the musicians to help the believers of lies in duplicate. After the inspections by both parties, the musicians drew the holy emblem of the God of Music [Wonderful Movement] as their signature. This is a very formal way for any church or religious group.
But when it was Jenkins' turn, he realized that he didn't seem to have a holy symbol. So I thought about it, hesitated for a while, and then wrote my real name, "Jen Jin" in square characters.
"Is this the holy emblem of the God of Lies?"
Hathaway asked suspiciously.
"Of course not, this is something more reliable than the Holy Emblem."
Hathaway still wanted to ask, but was stopped by Miss Harms. She carefully put away the document and kept it, but Jenkins, who had prepared a lot of excuses, was a little puzzled, not understanding how she gained trust.
It wasn't until a long time later that I learned from Hathaway that the so-called "music score writer" was the descendant vessel of the god of music cultivated by the music sect in each generation, and then I probably guessed that Miss Harms had seen something. .
In the etiquette of Fidiktelli, there is no tradition of going to dinner together after the signing of important documents. But out of politeness, Jenkins still wants to invite everyone to have supper together.
He dared to be so generous because he knew that it was impossible for the musicians to agree to him. So when he was rejected, he even showed a very happy attitude, saying in his mouth that it would be best if the believers of Lie, as Nolan's host, would invite the musicians to the Royal Opera House until the negotiations with the church were over. box to watch a play.
"That's not necessary, you should take care of your own affairs first. My friend has shares in the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe. If you can really do what you said, I can invite you to watch a play at the Royal Opera House. "
Hathaway said, Jenkins shook his head:
"Just wait and see, ladies, it won't be long before you see my greater sincerity."
He said this, feeling a little uneasy about deceiving others, but then remembered something else:
"Speaking of which, how long do you plan to stay in Nolan?"
"Most people here are not ready to leave. Regardless of the outcome of the negotiations, we all want to stay here to witness the end."
"High Priest," said Miss Burnett.
"Don't you guys know the danger of Nolan?"
"Of course I know, but this is the end of an era. We have already made plans. When the end comes, those who are willing to stay will gather together and play a funeral song for the departure of the eighteenth century. That will It will be a super-large ceremony to commemorate those who have died and those who are about to die. You can also come and visit at that time. Music believers usually do not gather together like this. We have many such large-scale ceremonies. Haven't done it in years."
This statement was echoed by everyone, and even Hathaway seemed to be planning to participate in the ceremony.
Jenkins doesn't quite understand the ideas of these artists, what he wants to say is another thing:
"Since we stay in Nolan, once the doomsday really happens, let's fight together against the horrors we don't know yet."
The first meeting with the difference engine last time made Jenkins aware of the auxiliary role of these ladies who are not strong in combat.
"Of course it's all right."
Miss Stillwell said:
"You also said just now that in the negotiations with the church, you will propose to join forces to fight against the doomsday. I think it would be better for everyone to gather together. We also believe in the fighting ability of believers in lies."
Miss Stewell was of course happy to see the cooperation between the two parties, and Jenkins was not surprised by this.
After everything was settled, both parties left the Opera House together. Because the selected time coincided with the end of the previous scene, they dispersed among the exiting audience, and soon they couldn't see each other.
There was a lot of traffic. After all, Nolan had really poured in a lot of nobles and businessmen recently. Jenkins mixed with the crowd with his cat, thinking about whether to let Julia make a supper when he got home, to celebrate today's smooth negotiation.
At this moment, the sound of the giant beast came again from the east. Of course the people around me heard it, and they were discussing with each other, but because the voice was obviously far away, and there were a lot of strange things recently, so everyone didn't panic.
Miss Bevanna has already said that the church has sufficient preparations and countermeasures for the dragon hunter, and Jenkins does not need to intervene, so Jenkins is not interested in seeing how the battle is going there at this time.
After getting away from the crowd, he summoned his unicorn in the woods in the suburbs. After touching it intimately, he flew into the sky.
White Cat Vanilla was already bored with tonight's activities, huddled in Jenkins' pocket and yawned.
Although summer is hot, flying at high altitude is still a bit cold. The strange smell mixed in the wind made Jenkins cough uncontrollably. He lowered his body, feeling that the air in Nolan was getting worse.
There is not much distance from the Royal Opera House to the city, at least it is much closer than from the Evergreen Forest to the city.
During this short journey, after all, some accidents were encountered. Jenkins isn't surprised, because this is his day-to-day life.
First, I heard a roar from a distance, which was full of anger. Then a fiery red light appeared in the foggy front, and a short fire dragon disappeared in a flash in the distance.
Then the temperature dropped suddenly, and at the same time, snowflakes floated in the sky. But the snowflakes are not dense, and they only appear in the air, and people on the ground can hardly feel them.
"I have a very ominous premonition."
He murmured to himself, and then made the unicorn pause in its forward flight, instead standing still in the air for a moment. Surrounded by mist, but because the height is high enough, you can see the double moon and stars.
Putting on the monocle and looking around, the aura of the red dragon is getting closer and closer. At the same time, it is like a locomotive, behind it is a long string of black auras, followed by the auras of dozens of demigod bestowers, followed by yellow spell auras.
The giant dragon rushed towards Jenkins and the unicorn almost straight. As they approached, the temperature dropped at an even more exaggerated speed. At the same time, the sound of chaotic horseshoes trampling the ground sounded, and the nose could smell a very strong mix of rust and blood.
"I remember the dragon that I did not commit a crime~"
Jenkins thought to himself, patted the unicorn on the back, and let it carry him away from the red dragon and the long line of "trains" behind it. The unicorn obediently carried Jenkins down.