"Good morning, Mr. Goodman!"
Jenkins repeated what he said yesterday, without further greetings, he glanced at the date on the newspaper next to the fence, and rushed into the room without even taking the milk.
Mr. Goodman kept waving in surprise, feeling that something was wrong with the neighbor next door today.
Take out the spare ceremonial dagger from under the bedding in front of the fireplace, lift the carpet, and directly carve the holy symbol of the sage on the expensive wooden floor: "Your gaze is requested!"
Jenkins knelt on the ground on one knee. In order to find out what happened, the sacrifice he chose this time was the [Water of Wisdom] that was about to expire.
Like a real divine gaze, it penetrates from the farthest high altitude. The lip print on his forehead was faintly hot, and the man under his eyes seemed to be drenched by warm water from the top of his head. His ears, which were sore from the cold because he stayed outside the door for too long, also returned to normal.
But that's all, that's all. Probably because the goddess was very satisfied with this sacrifice, the gaze lasted for a full ten minutes before it ended.
Standing up again, Jenkins felt his whole body was full of vitality, and the colorless spirit in his body was stained with faint traces of gold.
"It is indeed the sage's gaze, so now we are indeed in the real world, not a dream, not an illusion..."
He swallowed, feeling that things were too absurd. He was deified yesterday in his cognition, and that feeling cannot be simulated, it is the domain of gods alone.
So, yesterday's 31st was true, and today's 31st is also true.
"Could it be the clock that controls time?"
He made another guess, and now this gift is not in his body.
But it was rejected immediately:
"Reversing the time of the world, at least in this world where there is a true god, is absolutely impossible."
This is the only possible conjecture. The only thing he encountered in the first 31 days related to the concept of "time" was the gift of the owner of the watch shop.
Taking a deep breath, Jenkins followed the trajectory of yesterday's activities, the bathroom, the dining room, the living room, and then went to the watch shop just like yesterday. But this time, instead of carrying the package that he was going to send to Miss Mary, he was holding the metal block, to prevent accidents.
The middle-aged owner of the watch shop was still busy in the backyard. Almost at the same time as yesterday, he came to the shop with a bunch of boxes and chatted with Jenkins enthusiastically.
This time, Jenkins didn't pay attention to the strange clicking sound of the gift, and left his pocket watch before turning around and leaving.
"It has nothing to do with him..."
Due to the existence of the [Book of Memories], Jenkins' memory has been greatly enhanced. The owner's actions today are exactly the same as yesterday, even the twisting of the muscles and the turning of the head are the same. This can only show that he didn't keep the memory of the last time on the 31st, and he didn't know that the two had met once.
With a gloomy face, he walked to the coachman at the intersection, rode in the carriage, and heard the sound of the wheels crushing the snow, and came to the old man's antique shop.
Originally he pushed open the door full of hope, but amidst the sound of the bell, the old man's expression was normal.
"Clean off the snow on your body and the soles of your shoes at the door before you come in."
Dad reminded.
Jenkins nodded, but then remembered something: "Dad, please take a day off today."
"Can."
Father Oliver looked down at the book in his hand, without even asking Jenkins' reason.
He nodded, ready to leave. But it stopped again: "Sir, I want to inquire about one thing, is it possible, which monster can reverse time on a large scale?"
"Stop talking silly."
The old man raised his head, glanced at Jenkins, and reminded in a low voice: "Don't you realize? The righteous gods and false gods themselves correspond to the power of time, and every supreme being is suppressing... Cough cough, Cough cough... This represents the power of the gods to maintain the normal operation of time. Reversing time means fighting against the power of all gods, heh~"
Jenkins nodded and turned to leave. What the old man said made sense, but this made things even more complicated.
"But it's not entirely impossible."
The old man's words continued, and he deliberately said them after Jenkins left, because it involved something that could not be mentioned, and he didn't think it would actually happen:
"Strange objects are not acceptable, but gifts and transcendence less than the number of five fingers are acceptable. For example, C-07-0-0001, [Epic of Time]..."
With a chuckle, as if laughing at the absurdity of the sentence just now, he muttered softly, "But how is it possible?"
After leaving the church, Jenkins stood in the snow and calmed down for a while before calling the carriage at the intersection to drive him halfway across the city to the [Knowledge and Books] church. Because today is a working day, it is still early in the morning, and the snow is still falling in the sky, so there are not many believers who come here to worship.
Most of the church guards and the priests responsible for welcoming the believers recognized Jenkins. He had just cleared the snow off his boots at the church door when two nuns walked in with towels.
"Oh, thank you."
He opened his arms a little uncomfortable, and the nuns helped him sweep the snow off his shoulders. Seeing the small cat head protruding from the chest, the nuns covered their mouths with their free hands and laughed lightly.
Saying goodbye to the nuns and ladies, Jenkins stepped on his boots through the snow-covered courtyard, walked through the corridor decorated with the oil paintings of the legend of the savior, and then knocked on the door of Miss Bevanna's office.
"Please come in."
Such a voice came from inside.
Jenkins lifted the cat from his chest, brushed his hair quickly, and smoothed out the wrinkles in his coat before twisting the cold metal doorknob.
"Mr. Williams?"
The woman didn't expect that it was Jenkins who knocked on the door at this time.
She was sitting behind a desk holding a cup of steaming tea, wearing a brown women's coat. Although the only furniture in the office is the desk, the small bookshelf by the wall, and the coffee table and sofa for welcoming guests, its area is quite huge. In fact, it occupies almost half the area of the building.
"Please sit down. In fact, I will be in the library over there in the morning. If you want to find me, you can go there."
Jenkins nodded, and sat down a little stiffly.
"Long time no see, Miss Bevanna. Are things going well in New Truman City?"
First of all, we need to say a few words of pleasantries, even if we are anxious to explode, we must maintain the necessary etiquette.
"It went well, the son of the evil god escaped..."
"..."