Regarding Miss Bevanna's statement that things about Jenkins would not be spread, Hathaway expressed that she did not believe it, and Alexia had told her how many people saw that scene at the time.
Maybe "the god of lies is by my side" won't spread, but rumors will certainly spread.
"So, we need to know who else knows about this besides the church."
Miss Bevanna fully expressed her meaning.
"I know, and Alexia knows. Sigrid, Jessica, and Britney definitely don't know. As for Dolores and Julia... I don't know, you can Ask Alexia."
"Speaking of which, where did Miss Miller go?"
Miss Bevanna asked again.
"She'll be back soon."
Hathaway shrugged, and raised her hand to touch the chocolate again, but was opened again by the little claws of the chocolate.
"Is there anything else?"
She asked again, Hathaway now prefers to find a quiet place to wait for Jenkins to appear:
"Since the church is not worried about Jenkins' loyalty, wouldn't it be better to ask him personally about other things when he comes back? Or do you want to avoid talking to him directly?"
Miss Bevanna refused to answer the question, and said instead:
"There's one last thing, if Jenkins really is... is he guaranteed to win?"
Hearing this question, Hathaway's face immediately changed. She resisted the panic and worry that had been temporarily forgotten but resurfaced in her heart at this moment:
"Jenkins will win, that's true. But he hasn't always been a god."
Miss Bevanna wanted to avoid the word, but Hathaway didn't. Sure enough, hearing her bluntly say that Jenkins is a god, the other four people in the room began to avoid her eyes.
"He is a great man who walks on the earth. He is a god, but he is also a mortal. What he has to do now is to face the last horror of this era as a mortal, and let us The fire of civilization burns; not the gesture of a god, saving us mortals on the ground in the sky."
Hathaway said seriously, and Miss Bevanna had nothing to say about it:
"So, Jenkins is bound to be back, right?"
"Yes, I never doubted that. If you want to ask anything else, I will let him talk to the church alone after his victory. Miss Bevanna, I have always believed that Jenkins will come back safely, Never doubted that."
"Meow~"
(Finnie is praying... )
"Oh my god!"
When he got up from the ground for the third time, the dizzy Jenkins bumped into something when he looked up. Fortunately, the thing was soft, so he wasn't hurt.
I lay down on the ground in the dark and sniffed, but I didn't smell any scent that could be used to distinguish the location of the environment. So after a while, he covered his head and tentatively got up. This time he didn't hit his head, but he found that he was lying in the gap between the front and back of a row of chairs like an opera house.
It was dark all around, Jenkins touched the seat, pulled down the upright seat covered with soft cushions, and then sat down by himself. Then, he put the backpack and metal cocoon on the seat next to him.
Instead of observing the surrounding situation first, he immediately put his hand into his pocket, and as expected, touched the second round coin that did not exist.
This time it is made of white gemstones, which are exactly the same size and thickness as the crime coins. The front that Jenkins believed was exactly the same as the emblem of the [Undead], and the back was two crossed bones, and the shape of a skull was engraved where the two bones connected.
"It's like this again."
He also temporarily stored this round coin in his spirit, and then checked his own ability. After passing through the second treacherous environment, almost all the abilities related to the "death" system have been used once, leaving only the [Aura of Fear] that can be used once.
And this is only two-ninths of the past, Jenkins can not help but have some pessimistic views on the future.
In addition to the abilities related to death, the effect of the undead was also triggered once in the last treacherous realm, and it could no longer play the role of resurrection before Jenkins completely left the nine treacherous realms. But even so, the last paradox is not a rebellion against the fate of the "undead". Even if Jenkins sacrificed himself to light the fire, he did not die after all, so no matter how you look at it, the undead are still undead.
As for the ability of immortality being used, it doesn't really matter. If he is really beaten by the difference machine and needs to be resurrected from the dead, then there is a high probability that he will die after resurrection. It's okay to leave it till the end.
And the terrible flame that burned Jenkins' body in the end and caused Jenkins' death at a certain moment also remained in his body after Jenkins' resurrection. The flame merged with the Inextinguishable Flame that was fused with the purification candle again, making the flame on that candle brighter, and there was also a touch of blue on the warm yellow flame.
The original flame is almost non-flammable, but the effect on the soul is still a bit poor, mainly relying on the purifying effect of the purification candle on the pollution to harm evil spirits. But the current flame can ignite souls of any nature, which enriches Jenkins' attack methods to a certain extent.
If this is not a tricky environment for the final decisive battle, but an ordinary one, then what happened just now can definitely be called very valuable.
"As a result, the second treacherous realm also relied on forces other than my own to fight against the power of the disaster beasts... there are still seven treacherous realms left, and the power of seven unidentified disaster beasts. Find the other seven that do not belong to me, but can appear in the strange world and have enough power to deal with the beasts of disaster?"
After thinking about these things, I have time to sit on the soft seat and look around.
In the rear, the rows of seats seem to extend to the horizon diagonally upwards, and even dark vision cannot see the rear boundary, presumably because the area of the strange land is not large.
Looking up, it seems that the star curtain is hanging above the head, but those stars are dim, and it is easy to see that this is a clumsy artificial imitation of the ceiling. In the hand-painted starry sky, in addition to the silver stars, there are also large black shadows, which seem to represent unknown things. There was a faint gleam from the ceiling, not enough light for Jenkins to see the pattern on the seat cushion beneath him if it wasn't for dark vision.
The left and right sides did not extend likewise to the rear, into the eerie darkness, but the walls could be observed. In rooms like opera houses and concert halls, the walls are usually uneven to prevent sound from echoing in the room. This place is no exception, but the way the walls are concavo-convex is not to create simple artificial circular or conical depressions. The depressions look like the heads of giant beasts, as if they were permanently sealed in gray-green covered with mold. interior of the walls.
As for the stage directly in front of it, of course, it's just that the stage was pulled up with a blood-red curtain, and the two curtains met in the center, leaving a gap just right. The gap casts a not-so-glare but warm-looking yellow light that just naturally extends to the edge of the stage and thus fails to illuminate Jenkins.
Jenkins and his backpack are located in the center of the third row, and this theater, except that the rear border cannot be seen and the height is a bit exaggerated, other aspects of the size are not much different from the theaters built by humans.
"Are you watching a show this time? Or, do I want to participate in it? Or just simply escape from here within the time limit?"
Thinking of this, he wanted to stand up and see what was behind the blood-red curtain. But just as he made the gesture of getting up, he was pushed back to the seat by an unreasonable force.
It stands to reason that such a powerful force is enough to completely destroy the chair under his buttocks, but the seat didn't even make the sound of wood splitting.
"Guest, please don't try to get up."
The voice came from Jenkins' left, very close, in the seat next to him. At some point, there was a child on the seat that was originally empty...
"No, it's not a child, it's a puppet. No, it's not a puppet either, it's a metal puppet."
On the seat next to Jenkins on the left side, there is an extra brass-colored metal puppet with extremely exquisite workmanship. It looked about the size of a seven or eight-year-old child, and was wearing a ridiculous yellow plaid shirt, but because it was short-sleeved, the metal structure inside the arms and head could still be seen. Apparently, whoever designed the metal puppet thought about designing the clothes, but not about covering it with a skin so Jenkins could see its detailed structure.
A metal puppet sits with its legs apart, holding what looks like a deck of cards. Because it was blocked by the palm, it was impossible to distinguish what it was. Because there is no skin, the face is more terrifying than ordinary dolls. The positions of the eyes are two white candles inserted into the eye sockets. The position of the candle head just protrudes slightly from the eye sockets. Now the candle wick is burning.
It's just that the flame is very small, there is almost only one bright spot, and the color of the flame is pure red.
"You didn't appear on my right side because my backpack and two cocoons were piled up on the seat on the right. So I'm curious, if I also occupy the seat on my left, where would you appear ?”
Jenkins asked bluntly.
"Appear in front of you, or behind you. If those positions are also occupied by you in advance, then I will try my best to appear in the seat closest to your straight line distance."
The metal doll uses the standard 18th century lingua franca, which also sounds like a human voice, but...
"It sounds like a ventriloquist puppeteer in a circus."