"Contact the church, although I can't tell whether [the priest is dead] is more dangerous or the tobacco is more dangerous, but since such a thing has already happened, the church can only send additional staff, one of our teams It really isn't enough."
Jenkins told the church about the matter with a triangular paper spell, and soon, Mr. Nicholas Trauss, the demigod of the church who was supposed to be in the Evergreen Forest, came with people. This gentleman was originally stationed in the south of Cheslan The parish, now the entire parish is engulfed in fire, and even if Nolan's affairs are over, he probably won't be able to go back.
A group of people from Evergreen Forest are responsible for handling the follow-up of tobacco and gatekeepers, and looking for other tobacco transactions that may exist nearby. Jenkins and Captain Bincy are still looking for "Father", their work has not changed.
The warehouse area in the "square" was taken over, and the work of Jenkins and others was reduced a lot. Next, he and Captain Bincy took people to visit the ships moored at the pier one by one.
Everyone boarded the ship as the Nolan police, because Jenkins' face appeared in the newspaper many times, so when Captain Bincy led people to search the ship, Jenkins and two other team members stayed under the ship.
It was pretty boring work, especially since Jenkins was well aware that there was no dark aura in this area. So in addition to chatting with his companions, he also teases chocolate as a way of entertainment.
Chocolate doesn't hate Jenkins being intimate with him, especially when Jenkins wants to scratch its chin, the cat will obediently stick its head out.
The pier was covered by a thin layer of fog, and the brilliance of the double moon sprinkled on the sea. With the waves and the cool night wind, it should have been a very warm and peaceful night, but the sound of explosions from the direction of the warehouse and the ensuing The flames completely disrupted the peace here.
"Our task is to search for the 'priest', unless the enemy rushes in front of us, don't pay attention there."
Jenkins said to his companions, at the same time, Captain Bincy and his party on the ship also heard the voice. Loudly asked the situation below, then told the three to be careful, and then continued to check the mental health of the crew. Captain Bincy's attitude was similar to that of Jenkins, it was not their business, they didn't care.
Having said that, Jenkins kept his eyes on that direction. The scribe of the church was not far from the explosion site, and at the center of the explosion was an exquisite gadget with a yellow aura, which was held by an unknown Level 4 Gifter. Even if he didn't go there, Jenkins guessed what happened there. He thought that there was more than one warehouse where the tobacco was hidden. The church might have really caught an important clue this time.
In fact, the tobacco incident did not end with the destruction of the [Smell and Appreciation Committee]. Whether it is the origin of tobacco or the continuous influence of tobacco, it is a mystery to the church. The inquiry heard that the committee was not the inventor of those tobaccos, which had the support of the treehouse.
And the committee's attempt to use the mental power of ordinary people who had smoked those tobaccos to release the nightmare in Belduran City was interrupted by Jenkins, but the gathered mental power still exists. As long as there is a guy who has smoked tobacco in the world, and that guy can sleep, then that group of mental power will become bigger and bigger.
It was something completely out of control, and neither Church nor Jenkins could handle the power, or even know, what it was being assembled for.
Thinking this way in his heart, Jenkins looked to his left side again. The area he and Captain Bincy and his party were assigned to was only a part of the slender pier area. On the beach further west, the gear giant was completely covered by thick fog.
Jenkins worried more than once about what the space-specific regions that Nolan appeared meant. But there is no evidence that this is man-made, nor is there any documented record of anything like it happening in past epochs. The church believes that this is a characteristic of the disaster of this era, and actively prevents the raging fire burning in the south from invading Nolan through the specific space.
Jenkins vaguely felt that things would not be that simple, but...
He suddenly narrowed his eyes. On the eastern beach, a humanoid creature with a black aura was approaching, and had already entered the area under the charge of Jenkins and Captain Bincy.
That thing was not close to the pier, but headed west in the direction of the warehouse. Its speed is not fast, roughly equivalent to the running speed of an ordinary adult human being.
"If it wasn't for the unlucky appearance of monsters wandering around the city other than the priest tonight, then it means that my bad luck has played a role again."
Thinking in his heart, he raised his finger forward:
"Something just ran over there."
The companions immediately raised their eyes to wait and see, but of course they couldn't see anything.
"I feel it. It's the power of the monster. There's absolutely nothing wrong with the feeling of being out of tune with the world."
He said to his "colleagues" who were also wearing police uniforms:
"I'll catch up first, don't get too close to me, otherwise if it controls you once it starts to make a move, the situation will be very bad."
This is the encounter arrangement that was agreed upon in the church.
"I'm going to inform the captain, Saint William, you can rest assured to do what you want to do, we will surround it on the periphery, no matter what, we will not let that thing leave again."
said one of them.
"Okay, be careful with everything."
Saying that, Jenkins set off and ran into the night.
In fact, he deliberately threw away the church people, because the figure with the black aura was actually chasing another person into this area, and Jenkins still knew that person. Mr. Hood was the only person he knew who could run around the docks so late at night and be bumped into by Jenkins.
Soon the chaser and the chased entered the forested warehouse together. Mr. Hood saw the explosion here just now, so he turned here. Those who caused the explosion here in the middle of the night must not be good people, and Mr. Hood would not feel guilty if he threw the things behind him to those people.
He used his left hand to support his right hand that seemed to be uncontrollably drooping naturally, and hurriedly turned left at the alley ahead, entering the path between two warehouses. He was actually very nervous about who he would meet next, but he also knew that if he couldn't get help, he would either die from losing control of the strength of his right arm, or be dragged away by something chasing him to believe in the unknown The hellish evil thing.
Except for a few unloading docks that need to work at night, most of the dock area has no street lights. Because of the influence of his right arm, Mr. Hood's eyes are already a little blurred. After walking a few steps in that narrow road, he vaguely saw a person standing in front of him, who wanted to open his mouth to ask for help, but his sixth sense reminded him that turning his head immediately was the right choice.
"how so?"
Standing in front of Mr. Hood seemed to be waiting for him. It was the priest holding the book, the one who had been chasing after him. The tall, thin, gray-haired middle-aged man looked at Mr. Hood expressionlessly in the dark. He wore a pair of glasses with round lenses on his face, and held a thick black book in his right hand. The lower right corner of the book was connected with a The two chains are connected together, and the other end of the chain is submerged in the sleeve of the right hand.
Seeing what it was, Mr. Hood immediately looked away. After the unlucky encounter with the priest, it was the spell used after the book was opened that made his injured right hand look even more injured.
Slowly step back step by step, staring at the shadow on the ground to prevent mental problems due to long-term staring. Mr. Hood is very fortunate now. When he met Mr. Candle last time, he was not asked to take out the tulip seeds in his arm, otherwise he would have died just now.
He held his breath, knowing that this time there would be no escape. It seemed that every nerve in his body was preparing to deal with the enemy's attack, and his mind was so concentrated that Mr. Hood even thought he heard a faint meowing sound behind him.
At this moment of life and death, he felt the barrier to the next level that he hadn't touched for a long time:
"As long as I can survive, I can advance."
He thought in his heart, while his brain was empty, the spirit in his body flowed smoothly, as if he was making a last-ditch effort.
Mr. Hood believes that he is highly concentrated at this moment, which he has never experienced in his entire life. Because of this, when the hand behind him rested on his shoulder, Mr. Hood thought that the feeling of cardiac arrest caused by his fright at this moment had never been related in his entire life.
"it's me."
A strange man's voice came from behind. In order to guard against the sudden attack of "Father", Mr. Hood did not dare to turn his head. The man behind him saw the situation, and then said in a damn low voice:
"I am Mr. Candle with the white cat. The last time we met was in the hotel where Horace Luthor died. We first met at the end of last autumn, which is the second half of this month. Speaking of which, In a week or two, we've known each other for a whole year."
"Oh my God!"
Mr. Hood could no longer hold his breath, he gasped heavily, terrified, angry and sober:
"Mr. Candle? I'm really... happy."
He did not express his complicated feelings, but reminded while saying this:
"Standing before us is..."
"I know what it is. You go away first, and I will deal with it here."
His voice was steady.
"No, how can this work? How can I leave such a dangerous thing to you?"
"I came here tonight because of it. You can understand that I have received a mission. Once I solve this thing in front of me, I will be rewarded by the mission issuer."
Of course, the mission issuer is the church, and if someone is appointed, the task issuer is Miss Bevanna, so what Jenkins said is indeed his current situation. As for the rewards, "the honor value of the Church of the Twelve Gods has increased" and "the stability of the Nolan area" remains unchanged, which are also very valuable things for Jenkins.