Even the church of the Orthodox Church is in danger of being invaded by monsters, but so far, no monsters have appeared directly in Jenkins' home, even the son of the evil god who was born in the neighbor's house, did not dare to invade.
The church itself is a place built by mortals to enshrine the gods. There is suppression of tricks, but it does not mean a complete prohibition. And the Jenkins house is the real residence of the gods, which is why Jenkins insisted not to move, and must let the family members leave Nolan after the final battle.
"Can this letter be delivered?"
Seeing that the other party did not speak for a long time, Jenkins asked. He took a step forward, and the postman subconsciously stepped back, and then bumped into the mailbox behind him with a bang.
The impact wasn't very loud, and the mailbox didn't even shake, but the postman fell anyway. He twitched on the ground, and the black aura disappeared as quickly as paper in a fire, until it disappeared completely, as if washed away by the rain from the sky.
Although the old man couldn't see the aura, he could feel the unique spiritual pollution and the disappearance of the oppressive force of the monster. He let out a long breath, bent down and picked up his umbrella:
"I won't ask what you did to your house, as long as you can successfully disperse it."
"I feel the spirit, but very faintly."
"Normally, you just expelled it, not making it disappear completely."
Talking and looking at the house Jenkins just pointed out:
"Are those cultists still in there?"
"I'm running away. I just climbed over the wall. There are three people in total, one of the sixth level, and the other two are not worth mentioning. If we chase now, maybe we can catch up."
Dad thought for a while:
"...Forget it, this might be another trap, and time is really running out. Our task is to arrive at the church on time, let's continue."
"Good old man."
Instead of looking at the fleeing cultists, he knelt down and checked the physical condition of the man who was possessed by the monster. The opponent was no longer breathing, which was what Dad and Jenkins expected.
So, together with my father, I dragged the corpse to a shop on the side of the street. Under the horrified eyes of the shop owner, I left some money for him to take care of the corpse temporarily:
"About an hour or two later, someone from the Sage Church came to fetch it. Don't worry, we are not bad people."
This sentence is not very convincing in this case.
It is a little closer to the church. If the current speed is followed, the two of them will reach the gate of the Sage Church in less than 20 minutes.
Seeing that Dad really didn't want to ask about the reason for dispersing the postman, Jenkins walked side by side with Dad, and said in a low voice:
"Even the strange things have appeared, we can't encounter a worse situation, right? For example, two strange things..."
"Needless to say. Although I'm not a superstitious person, in this case, it's better for you to shut up."
Dad warned, slowing down and looking around:
"Since you can now know the number and level of cult members even across a street and a house, then be vigilant and look around at all times, and don't let danger approach us before we react."
Jenkins immediately nodded and looked around:
"There is no problem now, at least the street is fine."
"Is there no problem with that sneaky person over there?"
Jenkins looked towards the direction his father pointed out quietly, and raised his eyebrows:
"… no problem."
At the intersection ahead, the man leaning against the wall with his head lowered, holding his hat and holding an umbrella, although he is not a registered benefactor, is Mr. Hood, so of course there is no problem.
Mr. Hood walks in the opposite direction of Papa and Jenkins, so he definitely doesn't want to go to church to participate in the negotiations. The gentleman said a week ago that he wanted to repay Jenkins for saving his life. He didn't know what he was doing recently. Jenkins only hoped that he would not make trouble.
It was probably the cultists who arranged to intercept Jenkins. I didn't expect Jenkins to solve the obstacles of the monster so quickly that he didn't encounter any troubles in the next journey.
When he saw the steps in front of the church from a distance, Jenkins was worried that there would be a few terrible killers coming out of the road under his feet. But until they walked into the church and actually sat on the sofa by the window to listen to the sound of rain with hot tea, there was no one blocking the way.
Their speed is fairly fast, it is only after nine o'clock, and there is still an hour before the official start of the negotiation. The people in the church were completely busy, and Miss Bevanna had already picked up Britney and Julia.
It's just that, although Jenkins, who is an important participant, has arrived, none of the believers in lies have come yet. The church thinks that this group of people does not seem to be unpunctual, but that they may have encountered trouble on the way just like Jenkins and Dad.
But no one knew who they were, and now that the city was in such a mess, it was impossible to tell where the believers of lies were in trouble.
Almost 60% of the forces preparing for battle in the Evergreen Forest were mobilized to the city early in the morning. The situation outside is worse than what Jenkins and Dad saw on the road. If it wasn't for the gray fog and rain clouds blocking the view, the sky outside would be as lively as fireworks.
None of the false gods who were supposed to appear here did not show up. Fortunately, the church knew their approximate location and had already set off to meet them. Jenkins originally wanted to go out to help, so it would be convenient to find a reason to use his identity as a lie believer to inform himself that he might be late.
But the church thinks that he and his father have finally broken through many obstacles and reached the destination, so they don't want to take any more risks, so let the father watch him and prevent Jenkins from running around, and Jenkins can only be nice with his cat Sitting together watching the rain outside the window.
Miss Stillwell presumably played a role, the music congregation was the first to arrive. Jenkins looked at the window, but his eyes didn't see them, but his ears heard the melodious sound of the organ in the rain. It was an organ solo, and it did sound beautiful on a rainy day with the sound of raindrops.
The voice came from about a street away, but it was unusually clear and moving, and even had a sad rhythm in the rainy day.
"It's raining outside, and they're still playing! Besides, aren't they afraid of being heard by the nearby residents?"
Jenkins rubbed his ears and said incredulously.
"It should be played for the church on purpose. Moreover, this kind of large gathering that only happens once in hundreds of years and thousands of years, it's normal for people to want to show off themselves. If they just come in a carriage, I'd rather Will doubt the true identity of this group of people."
The old man waved his hands in no surprise, and stood up with Jenkins to greet him.
When the music sounded, the musicians were still a street away, which made it easier for the church to arrange a welcome team. After the representatives of the Twelve Churches stood at the door of the church, the musicians in dresses appeared from the street.
Not just the accordion, but everyone else in the team has instruments to harmonize. As they approached, the music of other voices gradually became louder, blending harmoniously with the melody of the accordion. It was a tune Jenkins had never heard before, sad, but very appropriate in this weather.
It will not be as sad and excessive as the funeral march, but solemn and solemn.
A group of people wore long dresses and high-heeled shoes with a uniform style. Everyone was well-dressed, as if they were shining in the rain. Because they were playing music, everyone did not open an umbrella, but the rain did not fall on them. Instead, it seemed to avoid these performers deliberately, and they couldn't even wet their high heels.
"It's amazing~"
Jenkins in the crowd sighed softly, and the old man said next to him:
"That's really good. These women probably paid a lot of money."
"You mean clothes?"
"I mean ritual, watch what they play, it's obviously some kind of ritual to keep the rain away from everyone. I don't know exactly what ritual it is, but it's definitely not random in terms of performance Silver, gold and gems can be used, these women are really rich."
They did not stop until the musicians approached the steps of the church. Everyone else stood still, and Miss Lydia Burnett took the gift-accordion back into her spirit, and then took the lead to walk up the steps. Because it was raining, there was no red carpet on the steps, but because there was a platform supported by columns above to cover the rain, the welcoming team stood on the large platform at the door.
Of course, Pope Pontiff IV would not come to greet him. The old man is still resting, so Bishop Parode, as the actual person in charge of the church, greeted him first, and shook hands with Miss Burnett cordially. After saying goodbye to each other, he introduced the son Jenkins to shake hands, and then the other performers followed and walked up the steps.
Led by Bishop Parode and several priests around him, the group entered the church. Miss Bevanna and other representatives of the Eleventh Church also came forward to express their condolences, and then led them to the large lounge that had already been prepared.
Generally speaking, this process has nothing to do with Jenkins. The presence or absence of the Holy Son is only a matter of etiquette, and it is not very important. This kind of greeting is actually a formalistic element rather than an effective effect, but it is an unavoidable activity.
There are more and more church groups coming to the church, just like what the old man said, everyone wants to appear in a unique way, which can be regarded as showing off, or it can be regarded as trying to impress people.
In just half an hour, various sound and light effects appeared in turn on the street where the church is located. In comparison, the appearance of the music congregation was actually relatively low-key.