"Alexia went underground temporarily to meet the machine. Before she left, I asked me to notify the church and send Finnie to the Evergreen Forest. Although Alexia has not come back now, she did so There must be a reason. She probably knew something, and she said some inexplicable things at dinner a few hours ago."
Hathaway explained her guess, and after she finished speaking, she very much agreed with such a guess:
"So, she must have been prepared."
"Okay, then I will go to Evergreen Forest now."
Jenkins couldn't leave the tower for too long. After all, the door existed for a short time. If the door closed, his soul would need to re-enter from the first floor of the tower. Although Protoss and Mr. Augustus have probably already dealt with the first and second floors, but he doesn't want to personally verify his ideas.
He reached out and hugged Hathaway, then pinched the waist of the chocolate with both hands and put it back on top of Hathaway's head:
"I'll be back soon, don't worry."
"I know."
Hathaway bit her lip and nodded without saying anything. Chocolate doesn't want to be separated from Jenkins, but Jenkins obviously doesn't intend to act with it now.
"Fate will guide me forward, Hathaway, although I cannot rely on the power of so-called fate to defeat the enemy, but when I am at a loss, fate will always guide me."
This refers both to what has been happening all along and to the [unknown way forward].
"I know, that's your original strength."
Hathaway smiled reluctantly and said:
"The original strength is also the original destiny."
"Yes, the original... destiny?"
Jenkins frowned, as if lightning flashed across his head at this moment, and as if the "fate" he witnessed a few minutes ago really guided fate. A moment of thought connects everything, and those chaotic fragments piece together to finally form the truth:
"Is that so? I'm really stupid, thinking about it for so long..."
"What did you think of?"
"Miss Audrey already knew!"
He could no longer control his voice, and Hathaway, who was near, noticed that a layer of purple light appeared on the surface of Jenkins' soul. It was fleeting, but it did appear.
"Everything begins with destiny, and everything ends with destiny. The nine emblems are not a line at all, but a circle. The first destiny is the last destiny, does it mean that? If it is true, isn't my essence... "
Obviously, what he wanted to understand at the moment was not just the ninth emblem.
"What did you think of?"
Hathaway asked again.
"I'm so stupid!"
He said again, then knocked his head hard, and said to Hathaway again:
"I'm going to Evergreen Forest now, you can do one thing for me."
"No problem, what's the matter?"
"Tell the church that I know the location of the ninth doomsday document."
"You mean..."
Hathaway also understood:
"You already had it? Is that the one?"
"Yes, that's the one."
He nodded:
"I told you about the fact that I became the bestower, and I also mentioned that alley and that wall. I became the bestower the moment I entered the strange world, and the doomsday document is obviously impossible in the strange world, so That stone slab is either near the wall where Mr. Barnard and I entered the strange place, or in the alley where I saw Mr. Hood and you after I left the strange place."
He once talked to Hathaway about becoming the Bestower, and the specific location of that incident. And not long after leaving the strange place, he bumped into Mr. Hood's party, so Hathaway also knew the location:
"Perhaps when the church finds the ninth doomsday document, I have already returned to the tower, but I must find it. I have an intuition that the gathering of all nine stone slabs must have extraordinary meaning."
"No problem, I will take the church to find it."
Hathaway said firmly.
Jenkins hugged her again, and was about to leave, but was stopped again:
"Mr. Williams."
It was the "composer of the music score" Miss Harmes who stopped Jenkins, and she looked at Jenkins actively:
"Waste a few seconds of your time, this is a gift from the music church."
As he spoke, he took out a rolled parchment roll from the small bag on the table and handed it to Jenkins. It looks quite old, with a strong golden aura, and it has reached the level of numbered items.
After opening, the music score was written in blue ink, but the handwriting was already mottled.
"This is on loan to you."
Miss Harms laughed.
"Wait, this isn't..."
Miss Burnett hastily stopped her, but in the middle of speaking, she suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment, and immediately changed her words:
"Yes, this is on loan to you."
"But I can't bring this into the strange world, only the items I touched a month ago can be substituted by me. Thank you for your kindness..."
Jenkins shook his head to refuse, but Miss Harms had no intention of taking back the score:
"Aren't you going to the Evergreen Forest? Maybe this sheet music will be useful in the Evergreen Forest."
Seeing what she said, Jenkins temporarily accepted the score. After saying goodbye to the three ladies in the room and his cat, he turned into a golden light and disappeared again. He can fly in the soul state, but not in the physical state, so Jenkins has always insisted that the body is his limiter.
And when Jenkins left, Hathaway didn't immediately go to Miss Bevanna, but looked suspiciously at Miss Burnett and Miss Harms:
"Is there something else you are hiding from me?"
"of course not."
The two said at the same time.
"So, what happened to the score just now? Is it the property of the religious order? Why have I never heard of it?"
Miss Burnett immediately took the lead and said:
"Let Brilly answer you."
He laughed triumphantly as he spoke, and then went to peel the remaining melon seeds. Miss Harmes gave Miss Burnett a "vicious" look before answering Hathaway's question:
"That is an item that can only be held by each generation of 'music composers'. According to regulations, I cannot disclose its existence to anyone."
"Why?"
Hathaway asked, but Miss Harms didn't answer, and the expression on her face changed. After all, she is aware of the unique responsibility of the "composer of the score" and can therefore guess what can only be held by the composer.
"Look, Hathaway figured it out."
Miss Burnett, who was peeling melon seeds, laughed.
"She definitely didn't fully understand it, but she should have touched the edge of the truth."
Miss Harms looked at Hathaway with the cat on her head:
"She probably doesn't understand the cute kitten yet... Hathaway, if you don't leave, I'm afraid it will delay things. Also, didn't you say you were going to tell His Majesty the king that his friend is coming to visit? You seem to have forgotten too .”