"Although interfering with the time of two people at the same time will pay a greater price, this is only a second-level gifter..."
Thinking of this, the power of the middle-aged man to mobilize the clock was concentrated in his palm, and then extended to the blond young man through the palm.
In the early morning of the 31st, since Jenkins didn't show up at the church, no one disturbed Miss Bevanna's reading without knowing it.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, although she is a woman, this demigod-level bestower is usually very serious. But in fact, she would also read some knight novels and other books to pass the time during her break.
The book that Ms. Bevanna read today is not the best-selling "Detective Knight" in the mainland in recent years, but a poorly sold work brought by a foreign businessman from the Hampawa Kingdom. It is said that the author is a powerful aristocrat in the kingdom, so it can be published even if the writing and story are disasters, but most people would rather try canned herring than read to the third page.
Bevanna loves books like this, it reminds her of her own youth and the foolish things she did. At that time, she also tried to become a writer, and she made up her mind to devote herself to the study of occultism after regrettable failure.
"The author should be young and simple-minded, but the description of court life is very real."
Seeing the ridiculous description, she couldn't help squinting her eyes, and stretched out her hand to turn to the next page, to see how chaotic this book could be.
His fingers hung in the air, and his brow furrowed.
Putting down the book, there is something wrong with the clock in the corner behind the door. The three hands automatically rotate counterclockwise, and then turn back clockwise after a circle, and the cycle repeats.
Suspiciously, she took out the pocket watch from the drawer, and opened the watch cover with a click, and the same phenomenon happened to the hands.
"This is… "
A strange feeling came from the east of the city, and when I walked to the window, colorful stripes appeared in the eastern sky. In illusory colors, images of unrecognizable cities are reflected in the sky.
"Miss Bevanna!"
The deputy, Mr. Gaskell Peters, rushed in without even knocking. The woman didn't blame him, but stared blankly at the clock that had returned to normal, and then quickly opened the book on the desk.
"Now the entire city can see the phantom in the sky, and it can be determined that the center of the phantom should be..."
"Be quiet, Peters!"
She stretched out her hand to stop the man's report, watching the pages of the book in her hand flipping automatically. Although the thickness of this book is astonishing, the action of turning the pages for a full minute is still shocking.
It finally stopped, and Bevanna glanced down at the text displayed on the book, her already frowning brows became even more worrying.
"There is a time disorder in a certain area of the city, and it won't last long. The vision in the sky is a display of the past and future of that area, and it will disappear soon, and..."
"Come and see! Oh, God!"
Peters groaned and interrupted her, lowered his head and drew the holy emblem on his chest in a panic.
Miss Bevanna looked out of the window, the bustling city was clearly reflected in the colorful mirage in the sky, squinting her eyes, she could see a clear figure shrouded in beams of light falling from the sky. Golden light burst out from his body, and pure white light covered half of the city.
This scene lasted less than ten seconds before disappearing. If you didn't observe deliberately, you couldn't see what it was from the chaotic colors and distorted picture, but Bevanna, who happened to be watching this scene, understood it.
"At some point in the future, will a god descend publicly?"
Before he had time to think about it, the illusion in the sky finally disappeared. The colorful colors shrank and collapsed like cubes. Looking at the snow outside the window, everything seemed like a dream.
"Notify the 7th, 8th, and 9th standing teams, and immediately go to the location just now to check the situation."
She left Peters and walked out of the office, speaking to the rushing crowd.
"But… "
A man said embarrassingly.
"That's enough. It's not a monster, nor is it the power of a god. One of the gifts has been broken. Go to the scene immediately to check the situation and retrieve clues."
She turned her head again, and said to the nun standing beside her with her head bowed, "Sister Rita, does Bishop Parode know about this?"
"We have all seen that the bishop is now organizing the priests and nuns in the church to appease the believers. The bishop said that he has sent people to other churches to discuss countermeasures. He heard that he would announce to the public that what happened just now was caused by a righteous god. miracle."
"I won't interfere with worldly matters, it's a good way to deal with it."
She has basically determined that what happened just now was done by mortals and has nothing to do with gods. Therefore, even claiming to be a miracle can only be regarded as an immoral promotion of the glory of God, not blasphemy.
Miss Bevanna turned around again and looked at the expressionless young man standing at the end of the crowd: "Are all the keepers here?"
"The three Your Excellencies are all in front of the Gate of Vientiane. What happened just now caused changes in several clocks and watches behind the gate."
"Notice, Mr. Smith, please set off with the team, he needs to identify the situation at the scene."
"OK."
After finishing these things vigorously, Miss Bevana picked up her coat and went to the yard with the crowd.
Ignoring the people who saluted and greeted her, she squinted her eyes and raised her head to look at the sky just now.
"time… "
Jenkins also kept his head up, with a stunned expression on his face.
"Why is there so much movement..."
The moment the shopkeeper tried to use the power of time on him, something went wrong as expected.
Although the body is a mortal, the soul is a god, and the gifted power acting on the soul will naturally cause a lot of problems. The first person to bear the brunt was the owner of the gift, who turned into dust and scattered on the ground before he even had time to express his last words or complain about the injustice of fate. Nothing remained but the test tube containing the germs.
Something went wrong with the gift itself, and the divine essence had fatally wounded it.
Jenkins only remembered that the hands of the clock twirled like crazy, and even the afterimage turned out. Turning and turning, the whole body is turned away. With all kinds of metal parts scattered on the ground, the intense nausea almost made Jenkins fall on the pile of ashes.
What happened next could be seen throughout the city.
"Bless the sage, I didn't do it on purpose."
PS: Wrong time is set!