"Don't think about it too much. If the other party is really going to participate in the negotiation, we will see you again in a while. You can ask yourself. If the other party is deceiving us, you can't think of the answer no matter how you think about it. Why don't you go to the fortune tellers for divination."
Dad said.
"Father, are there many sects that are good at shadow abilities?"
Jenkins then asked, trying to find clues to the identity of the other party from this aspect.
Dad thought for a moment:
"Excluding the cultists who are absolutely impossible to come to our church to participate in the negotiations, as well as the small and loosely organized sect, the sect that can cultivate such an outstanding gifter... I really couldn't think of it for a while. But not It must be a sect that is good at shadow abilities to cultivate such a bestower, after all, there are ways to force people to learn abilities that they would not be able to learn."
"Does our church have one too?"
What he was thinking about was [Blessing of Books]. It's not that he couldn't learn it, but he would encounter trouble every time he wanted to learn it, so it would be great if he could force it to learn without spending time in the ceremony.
"Of course there are, and there are many. The simplest one, according to the different learning abilities, is to forcefully learn an ability at the cost of permanently eliminating several blank bubbles. Jenkins, are you interested?"
"No, of course not."
"If you are really curious, then go to the church and ask later, there will always be results."
Dad said with a smile.
While saying this, the two were about to return to the carriage, but when they turned around, they saw the driver standing at the exit of the alley with a wry smile on his face, looking at the center of the street.
The carriage was also caught in the siege of monsters just now, and now it has been scattered into a pile of garbage.
"Oh, chocolate~"
Jenkins screamed and ran over immediately, just in time to see his cat get out from the ruins of the carriage with a small piece of wood on it.
"Are you OK?"
He asked nervously, squatting down and grabbing the chocolate to help her check her body. The old man raised his head and looked into the distance, and a bolt of lightning suddenly fell down. This should be the demigod of the Church of Storms fighting.
"Looks like it should have started over there too. Jenkins~"
"I am here."
"Since the carriage is gone, let's move forward on foot. Don't look for another carriage, there is no need to involve ordinary people."
"Okay, it's not far from the church. Even if we walk, we can walk there in at most forty minutes."
Jenkins stood up and stuffed the confirmed healthy cat into his coat pocket, with a ferocious expression on his face:
"Don't let me know where those shadow world monsters came from, and dare to do something to my cat!"
He said viciously, ran quickly to the old man, picked up the umbrella with the old man, and walked along the street.
Probably because of the short-term connection between the material world and the shadow world, the space blockade of the dancer failed, so the dancer disappeared after everything was over.
Both Dad and Jenkins didn't think about the rationale carefully, because there would be no results if they thought about it. They just want to get to the warm and dry church as soon as possible, and then sit by the window and drink hot tea while listening to the storm outside the window.
It seems that every time there is a big event, the weather is very bad. In Jenkins' memory, no major event occurred on a sunny day.
As he walks down the street on a rainy morning, Jenkins tries to connect the weather with bad luck and tells Pop his thoughts. The old man thinks that he is thinking too much. With this kind of time, it is better to think carefully about what to do first when you arrive at the church.
"So, since the girl just said that she is also going to participate in the negotiation, does that mean that we will still have a chance to see fellow travelers?"
"Theoretically, it is, if that person has not been drawn into danger because of us."
Jenkins estimated forty minutes from his present position to the church, based on the fact that there was no obstacle ahead and that he and Pop were moving at a normal pace. In fact, the pace of the two is even faster, because neither of them is in the mood to walk in the rain, and it is of course impossible for the future to be unobstructed.
After leaving the low-lying slums by the bridge, it turned into a shopping street that neither Jenkins nor the original owner had walked through. Even in bad weather, store owners are mostly open for business.
Both Pop and Jenkins had breakfast, but neither of them minded drinking a cup of hot tea before moving on. Although this sounds like a waste of time, both of them knew that the time they arrived at the church had little to do with how fast they walked.
Not to mention, since just now, there have been changes in various parts of the city, and they are not the only two who may not be able to reach the church in time. Jenkins has already learned about the church's ingenious plan from his father. The church seems to be thinking that, if possible, it should take advantage of this opportunity to wipe out most of the effective forces of the cultists entrenched in Nolan.
This is of course difficult to do, but this time is really a good opportunity.
It happened that the restaurant on the side of the road was already open, so they went in with peace of mind. Originally, they were going to have a cup of tea and leave, but after getting the menu, everyone ordered some meals.
"Can we really do this?"
He still has some qualms about wasting time.
"The negotiation started at ten o'clock, and it's less than eight o'clock now."
Dad confirmed the time:
"Besides, there may be strange things blocking the way in a while. You have strength when you are full, don't you?"
The way of thinking of the elderly is probably a little different from that of Jenkins, but seeing his father's relaxed look, Jenkins ordered another breakfast for his cat.
I didn't eat much chocolate at home this morning. It seemed that I was angry because Jenkins didn't take it home to rest last night. The timid cat hates strange environments. But now the anger has subsided, so I have a good appetite.
I didn't stay in the restaurant for a long time, and it took only fifteen minutes from entering to leaving. During this period, Jenkins did see some benefactors passing by in a hurry, and they were all benefactors he didn't know. He believed that these were members of the Pseudo-God Sect.
When we continued to set off, the rain still did not weaken. At the end of the shopping street was a five-forked road, where Jenkins and Dad took the straight road to the east, and then no matter whether we chose to go southeast or due south , can reach the church.
"Then which way to go?"
Standing by the mailbox at the intersection, Jenkins asked Dad.
"I remember that these two roads are equally close, and either one will do."
"I think there are probably ambushes blocking us on both roads, so why not choose one at random."
Jenkins suggested that, realizing that this might affect the future for the next hour, he tried to use [unknown way forward]. It's a pity that this is not a choice of fate, and abilities have no effect at all.
"Chocolate, where are you going?"
He asked his cat again, and the cat squeezed its little head out from between the buttons of the coat, squeaked and went back, and didn't intend to give Jenkins any advice.
He was about to decide with his father by guessing punches, when he suddenly saw a man on the other side of the street, staggering across the street and walking towards this side, a bit like a drunk who couldn't control his pace.
"Something's wrong."
Dad also reminded.
Seeing the staggering man coming towards this side, Jenkins and Dad avoided to the left and right respectively. The man then bumped straight into the metal mailbox, making a loud noise.
The human body can't compete with the metal, so the person falls, but the mailbox is fine. The man fell face down in the puddle in front of the mailbox. Jenkins stood relatively close, and even saw the gurgling sound of his face in the puddle. Fortunately, the water was relatively shallow, and before he drowned, The water is sucked clean.
"Be careful, if it is [corpse explosion] and other abilities, it will be very dangerous to get close."
Pop reminded Jenkins.
"It's not a corpse explosion, this person is not dead... He is not a gifter, but how can there be a black spirit... We'd better stay away, this time it's a monster."
In Jenkins' eyes, the black aura that did not exist originally appeared on the mailbox and the man's body at the same time the moment the man collided with the mailbox. Along with the man's fall, the aura gradually strengthened, and broke through the lowest critical point of the strange thing's aura at an extremely fast speed.
"What kind of monster is this?"
"Do you regard me as an encyclopedia? Unless there is a very special appearance, we can only judge numbered items based on their characteristics. Have you forgotten what I taught you?"
Now is obviously not a good time to blame Jenkins. While talking, Dad and Jenkins have actually started thinking about running away. Although running away may not be useful when facing strange things, it must be the simplest and most practical way to save one's life. This is what Dad taught Jenkins in the first lesson, and it is based on this that Jenkins ran away without even asking for change when he first encountered the flower girl.
But this monster obviously also has the ability to restrain space. Dad and Jenkins didn't run very far before they found that they had returned to that empty intersection again. However, the man who collided with the mailbox has already got up from the muddy ground. He held the mailbox covered with raindrops with one hand, and his original brown coat has also turned into army green, which is the uniform color of the postman.
Looking at the two people who stopped running, the man's eyes no longer have whites, they are all black. It was originally a human being, but now there is no doubt that it is a weird thing.
"There are not many monsters that use the body of ordinary people as a means of showing up. Give me some time, I will think about it..."
Jenkins heard his father muttering to himself, and the two stood in the rain as if facing an enemy, waiting for each other to speak. It would be irrational to run away under such circumstances.