Miss Stewell turned away almost immediately after the conversation was over. Jenkins watched her disappear into the distance, smiled and touched the already sleepy cat, then whistled and called out the unicorn, which flew high into the sky under the night.
It just landed after taking off, letting the little beast leave temporarily, he raised his sword from the air, and then walked quietly along the alley. At the other end of the alley, he saw a gray indescribable four-legged monster, crawling on the ground, about to bite the man who fell to the ground because of panic not far away.
"Crawlers in the fog?"
These are the strange creatures that appeared in the fog after the first mutation of the gray fog. They are one with the fog, and even if they are destroyed, they will be reborn after a certain period of time. Theoretically speaking, as long as there is such a gray fog, such monsters may appear, so the Church has increased the frequency and intensity of night patrols, but there will always be some unlucky guys.
With a swing of the sword, the sword light split the monster in half and left a deep scratch on the ground. There was no corpse, and the monster slowly turned into a gray mist, reintegrating into the environment, as if it had never appeared before.
He snorted and retracted his sword to leave, but the fallen man stopped him:
"Please wait a moment sir, can you... help me up... my legs are a little weak."
This is an ordinary person, looking at his attire, he is probably a businessman who has negotiated business at night, but for some reason he did not take a carriage but walked on the street.
Jenkins glanced at the time on his pocket watch and reached out to pull him up. After the man stood upright, he bowed and thanked him softly, and then asked in a trembling voice if he could leave.
"Yes, but come to the church after dawn, any church is fine, and report what happened just now."
"Good sir."
After speaking, he limped away.
Jenkins turned around and wanted to leave, but the cat on his shoulder meowed suddenly.
"What's the matter? We'll go back right away, don't worry."
"Meow~"
Chocolate jumped off Jenkins' shoulders, and Jenkins hadn't seen the cat standing on the street in an indefinite amount of time.
The cat lowered its head and sniffed at the marks left by Jenkins on the ground. Jenkins also squatted down, wiped the ground, and found some black ash in the dents.
"this… "
This is undoubtedly the product of the black smoke in the cracks in the ground that appeared with the rise of the seventh-story tower. Jenkins thought that after the cracks in the ground were closed by the church, the black mist would slowly disappear, but he did not expect that it had completely merged with the gray fog. One, even in the remains of the body of the "Crawler in the Mist".
"That's not a good sign."
He looked at the black tower in the distance, and for a moment he didn't know what to sigh.
Perhaps stimulated by the "high efficiency" of believers in lies, Miss Broniance's large-scale divination ceremony was prepared in advance on Thursday.
In the morning, I got up very early on purpose to welcome Saint Ponteve, Pope of the Church of the Sages, who came in a steam airship. He came to participate in tomorrow's negotiations. After exchanging greetings, Jenkins didn't stay long and went home for breakfast, so he didn't go out all morning, but played a card game with Hathaway and the others at home. It wasn't until noon that he knew that Miss Broniance was ready, so he appeared at down the tower.
"Have you been at home playing poker?"
asked the old man who appeared with Jenkins in the Civic Square.
"I suddenly realized that I didn't seem to have anything to do."
He was too lazy to deal with the mundane affairs of the queen, and even turned down the etiquette teacher hired by Queen Isabella. After waking up in the morning, I planned to read the divination girl's notes from Blacktown's adventure, but found that I couldn't calm down, so I played cards.
"You just don't want to do it. Whether it's secular politics or the activities of our church, you are actually needed everywhere. When the old Pope from the Natural Church arrived by train in the morning, why didn't you go to greet him? Even if this is not important , so I saw you in the morning, why didn't you stay in the church and talk to St. Ponteve?"
"Isn't he busy visiting delegations from other churches that have already arrived in Nolan, and is also busy meeting with the kings before the negotiations? How could he have time to talk to me?"
"Did you forget that you have become the king... Forget it, it's good to take a break, but don't forget the business."
Dad said, and Jenkins scratched his hair with a smile:
"Before a big event happens, I should always have time to rest. Negotiations will be held tomorrow. I originally planned to let the whole family take a family portrait together, but now it seems that there is no time."
"With Robert and Mary and your brothers?"
"No, it's just me and them."
"The church can arrange it, let's set a time."
"Okay, how about Saturday?"
Although it was two o'clock in the afternoon, the visibility in the open square was not very good because of the gray fog covering the sky. Neither Jenkins nor Dad was a participant in the ceremony. They chatted and stood on the edge of the square, watching the ceremony step by step.
Jenkins thought again of Miss Audrey's water divination ceremony half a month ago, and he still doesn't understand who the woman behind him who warned him not to open the Epic of Time is.
"I had a talk with Miss Miller not long ago, and we happened to meet in Evergreen Forest."
Dad said:
"That is a very knowledgeable girl. You are really lucky to meet such a lady."
"I also feel lucky."
"I heard that she is an unbelievers?"
"Yes... you're going to ask me to get her to join the church? Oh, Dad, on the subject of religion, it's..."
"I don't mean that. As long as you don't believe in evil gods, it doesn't matter if you don't believe in them. I'm a very enlightened person."
Dad nodded, his eyes still on the ceremony. Now everyone is in place and final material checks are being done.
"I found that her research and the core of her ability seem to be very close to our church? The pursuit of mathematics is also the pursuit of knowledge. Her philosophy is actually very similar to ours."
asked Dad.
Jenkins thought for a while:
"It seems to be like this. It is indeed all related to knowledge, but Alexia is specialized in mathematics."
"It was once conceived to conduct research with the power of mathematics as the core. Unfortunately, it is difficult to cultivate scholars and benefactors together, because no matter which one is quite time-consuming and talented. Miss Miller is quite good, if not Knowing that she is an unbeliever, I would even think that she is an heir secretly cultivated by the church or something... "
PS: Ask for everything at the beginning of the month.