Just holding the green leaves in your hands gives you a refreshing feeling of coolness. Jenkins tried to hold the leaf in his mouth again, but he felt the sweet taste, but did not feel the power.
"The leaf can only let me temporarily help you once. Besides, holding it will only make you immune to all toxins and all abnormal states that affect the body."
said the woman.
Jenkins nodded, retracted the leaves of the World Tree into his spirit, and then stood up, knowing that he should wake up. But World Tree still had something to say, and her tone was very sad:
"Little sapling, you must not have any accidents."
"Everyone has been saying these things to me lately, don't worry, I'll be fine."
"If you really don't know what kind of power you still have, you can try to think about your own essence."
"Then what is my essence? My original posture?"
He has heard this sentence many times.
"Yes, think carefully about what you mean to this world. Good luck..."
The lake and grass in front of me gradually became blurred, as if the water was blurring the colors of an oil painting. The voice of the World Tree disappeared, and Jenkins, who was standing, was about to wake up, but found that the blurred picture and chaotic colors recombined before his eyes, and soon formed the appearance of the astral world.
Above the surging sea of stars, the protoss Rakul, who seemed to be immobile for hundreds of millions of years, was smiling at him.
"I'm really busy tonight."
He sighed, and then took the initiative to greet the protoss:
"Good evening."
"Good evening, God of lies."
Rakul held her hands forward, and Jenkins saw the corner fragments of the stele appear in her hands. Only three sides of the fragment are smooth and flat, and the other parts are uneven like ordinary stones on the ground. Jenkins has not seen the fragment of this stele for almost a year. It is a fragment of the [Genesis Tablet] that the protoss helped to keep temporarily.
"Do you want to give this back to me?"
"No, the material world still does not allow more [Genesis Slate] fragments to enter. I know that you are about to face the final test of this era, so I must remind you of one thing—this fragment will be of great benefit to you. help."
Jenkins stared at the stone, but couldn't see the power in it.
"You can call my name at any time, and I will personally deliver this piece of slate to you when you need it."
"OK."
He nodded, although he didn't know what it would do, but at least it increased his chances of winning again.
"In addition, although our family has never intervened in the changes of the material world. But as long as it is not helping you fight against the beast of disaster, I am willing to help you once."
Jenkins looked at Lacour in surprise, this promise was not in line with her usual performance at all.
"Do you consider me a friend?"
Lacourt asked.
"certainly."
"Then as your friend, I can't do nothing when you are in danger. But I can only show up once, please seize the opportunity. Although this is against the rules, I need to personally escort this Fragment, put it into your hands, so I did not violate the rules."
"I understand, it's really hard work for you."
Jenkins nodded, sighed, hesitated before asking:
"Actually, there is one more thing I want to ask you. Do you know [Moon Swallowing Civet]?"
Rakour smiled again, looked Jenkins in the eyes and nodded, but said nothing.
"You know but you can't say it, right? Again."
He whispered, and after saying goodbye to the protoss, he finally woke up in the bed in the church.
"Feeling sleepy and getting more tired."
He pulled back the quilt and sat up from the bed. Although the door was closed and there was no light in the room, but because of the effect of [Dark Soul], his eyes could see things in the dark.
The chocolate was gone, too, but Jenkins wasn't alarmed. He got up and pushed open the door, subconsciously reached out to block the light in the corridor, then turned left, and saw the chocolate standing on the dining table in the next room, and the girls waiting for Jenkins to wake up.
"what time is it now?"
he asked, yawning.
"Twenty past eleven. We were going to wake you up in twenty minutes."
Britney said.
"It's okay, that's enough."
Julia opened the seat for Jenkins. Jenkins sat down, touched the chocolate, and asked again:
"Did something happen while I was asleep?"
"No, everything is fine."
Hathaway replied.
"Oh well."
Looking at the bright food on the table illuminated by candles, he somehow thought of the big meal before the execution of the executioner.
"What am I thinking."
He shook his head vigorously, and then pulled the coquettish cat to his lap:
"Aren't you going to eat with me?"
"Jenkins, don't you know that ladies have to stay in shape?"
"Well, speaking of it, I suddenly thought of a love poem, why don't I read it to you, this poem fits the current atmosphere very well.
It seems that I have never read love poems to you, is this the first time? ahem—
i will wait
I will wait.
No matter how long... (Note)"
"Meow~"
I don't know why, but Jenkins' hand almost got scratched by the chocolate, so he couldn't finish the beautiful little poem.
Although the Difference Engine claimed to be raising the tower in the early hours of Sunday, Jenkins could not have waited for the tower to appear at the church.
After eating supper, I joined my father and the others and prepared to set off. Since there was still a big battle ahead, no other ladies were accompanied except Alexia. Before leaving the church, everyone kissed Jenkins on the side of the face. Dolores looked like she wanted to cry. After kissing Jenkins, she hugged the maid and really cried.
"I will definitely come back, no need to remind this sentence again."
He smiled and said to everyone, and then asked:
"Has the photo we took together been developed?"
"It's flushed out, but we want to wait until you get back."
Jessica replied.
"It's good, hope there's no surprises when it's rinsed, or we'll have to do it again... It's not bad to do it again, next time I'll have to give the chocolate a bow."
Rarely, Chocolate didn't refute. It is now desperately grabbing Jenkins' collar, preventing Jenkins from leaving it in the church. Jenkins did not pull the cat down forcibly. He entered the tower for a while and left it to Alexia to take it back to the church. Jenkins hoped that the chocolate would accompany him for the rest of the journey:
"Then I'm off."
He took the hat from Julia's hand and put it on his head, and said to the ladies with a smile.
"Then, come back as soon as possible."
Only Sigrid whispered, and the others seemed unable to speak.
"Yes, come back as soon as possible."
As he spoke, he turned around and walked towards the people waiting for him at the church door. He heard crying behind him, but he didn't want to turn his head to see who it was.
The church has already arranged for the deployment of defenses around the black metal tower, and the combat forces near Nolan, except for the necessary demigods guarding the Evergreen Forest and the church, have also been mobilized to wait near the Civic Square.
The church is very close to the Civic Square. After all, they are all in the city center, so Jenkins and everyone in the church went there on foot. He was surrounded by people, and everyone except him was holding oil lamps or candles in their hands, making him really look like a brave man who was escorted to defeat the devil.
Dad handed him a backpack, the backpack was bulging, and the weight was even more exaggerated than it looked. These are the ceremonial supplies and some items that may be used by the church for Jenkins, and there are also things that Jenkins packed up himself.
It's a pity that the Paradise has a rule that the additional items with extraordinary properties cannot exceed a certain limit, otherwise the church is likely to let Jenkins drive the carriage into the Paradise.
He took the backpack from his father, and chased away the cat with its head stretched out and sniffing:
"Father, let's assume. If I don't come back, then has the church arranged what should be done after this possibility happens?"
"Of course it was arranged, but I took care of your emotions and didn't tell you."
Pop didn't look Jenkins in the eye, nor was he in high spirits. There are only two apprentices left by the old man so far, and he really can't bear to imagine the possibility that Jenkins won't come back.
"Of course it doesn't have to be told to me. I just hope that if I don't come back..."
He lowered his voice:
"You take care of me..."
"I can only live for three days, you want me to take care of it?"
The old man asked back, and then whispered something to the people around him, and soon Miss Stewell was found. Although she was "undercover" in the music church, she was also a powerful gifter, so she regained her original identity and participated in this operation.
"Jenkins has something to say to you."
Dad said to his former students.
"whats the matter?"
Miss Stillwell leaned over and asked.
"If I can't come back, you can help take care of Hathaway. I know the church will definitely not let them suffer, but with her character, maybe she will do some stupid things."
Miss Stillwell nodded silently, probably a little surprised by his pessimistic thoughts. The group continued to move forward, and she asked at least ten seconds later:
"Jenkins, I really want to know... being forced to face such a thing, have you ever thought about..."
"I'm not forced to do this."
He said lightly, interrupting Miss Stillwell.
From the perspective of the church, he only recently realized his identity as a savior and decided to become a savior to save the world. But in fact, since he first learned the secret of the end of the era a year ago, he has been ready to sacrifice on this road.
His goal has always been to truly become a god. He knows the difficulty of this goal, so he will not be naive to think that everything will be smooth sailing. Even dying on this road is a normal thing.
PS: The last poem in the intermission of One Thousand and One Nights.
PS2: The final decisive battle is about to begin, because there are nine strange places, and there are other things during the period, so there are actually many chapters, which will not end in the addition of the first day of junior high school.