If Jenkins is a rich and powerful nobleman, maybe he will really form a sect to expand his power. This will also facilitate the collection of secret activities such as divinity exploration and priesthood. You don’t have to do everything yourself, and you can enjoy the different world to the fullest. second life.
But in fact, he is just a lowly aristocrat who works in an antique shop. The biggest headache every day is what to eat for his own dinner and what to eat for the cat's dinner.
Therefore, even if Captain Bincy talks about his eccentric believers in front of the false god, Jenkins can't change the situation as he hopes.
"The matter in the morning is related to the believers of the New God. I heard Miss Bevanna said that. But how do you judge the second matter? Do you rely on divination?"
"No, it's just a guess at the moment. But the church found the bodies of two women in the apartment directly below the vision. The appearance of the bodies is the same as the wanted criminal in the Witch's House. The last time the low house by the Rhone exploded In the case, the twin demons also clashed with the members of the Witch's House, and this matter has the kind of confusion about divination that is unique to believers of new gods, and this is our preliminary judgment."
"Then the owner of that apartment..."
"It's completely impossible to find out. Everyone's memory has been erased. The landlord even firmly believes that he cleans the house every day, but he has never seen anyone living in it."
This was the method of Miss Miller, a lady as cautious as Jenkins. She has long thought about how to deal with the aftermath if one day she is forced to give up her residence. That's why the two were able to escape in such a short period of time. The subsequent incident actually happened as early as the moment the two left through the window.
After bidding farewell to Captain Bincy, Jenkins took the cat back home in a carriage, processed the materials he got from Miss Miller, and then left over the wall from the back of the yard.
After changing his appearance, he boarded the carriage at the intersection three days later.
When they arrived at the hillside overlooking Ponton Winery, Miss Miller had been waiting for a long time.
She didn't hold an umbrella, but stood directly in the dead forest. The snowflakes fell on her body and disappeared, and her hair swayed slightly with the wind behind her. The color of her body blended with the surrounding snow and dead wood like a chameleon. She put her hand on Jenkins' shoulder, and even the man and the cat changed into that weird look together.
She simply said hello and began to introduce the situation here.
"The situation is exactly as you described. Because of the bad weather, no one or a carriage has left the front exit of the winery since noon. I can't see the exit at the back."
"That's good. Judging from my fourth experience on the 31st, the original owner of the winery is a follower of the evil god, the Undead Lord. He has been pretending to be an ordinary person living in Nolan, passing on some irrelevant information. It wasn't until the main force of the Church of the Evil God came here two months ago to carry out a plan called [Undead] that the actual management of the winery was handed over."
"Undead?"
"Yes, it's the legendary white basic ability. But it's a pity that the main force of the church didn't get the information in time last time, so we still have a chance this time."
While talking, Jenkins squinted his eyes and looked at the small building between the white sky and the earth.
"According to Miss Audrey's last divination, the only thing that might become the source of the disaster is the monster with a frighteningly vigorous vitality that was imprisoned in the wine cellar. Since there is no assistance from the local church this time, I will Sneak in there alone, if it goes well, you just need to wait for me here."
"If it doesn't go well, then I will create some chaos at the gate of the winery to buy time for you to get out of trouble."
Miss Miller added.
"Yes."
He nodded, and left the two umbrellas between his arms to Miss Miller, then bent down to get out of the range of the disguise, and ran towards the hill further behind.
Miss Miller narrowed her eyes and watched Jenkins disappear into the wild, and then put up the umbrella that the man specially prepared for her: "I don't know if it's true or fake."
During the last 31 days, the cultists escaped through a secret tunnel leading to the wine cellar. This time, Jenkins used the tunnel in reverse, directly reaching the monster in custody, and left the same way after quickly solving the problem.
He ran in the snow for a while, and finally lost his strength and changed to a fast walk, and then a slow walk. After turning over two hills, I found a stone wall on the mountainside according to the appearance in my memory.
In fact, this terrain is inherently very unreasonable. Nolan is a coastal city, surrounded by gentle plains, most of which can be called mountains are some mounds.
Therefore, in such an area, it is very strange that a large stone wall suddenly appears.
It is true to lean on a big tree to enjoy the shade. The Orthodox Church has completely deciphered the traps, rituals, and warning methods at both ends of the secret road when it was chasing the whereabouts of the cultists. What Jenkins needs is to memorize them. live.
He waved out the [Book of Memories], and a complex pattern appeared on the page.
Put your hands in your arms...
"Feel sorry."
Originally wanted to take the ritual silver dagger, but unexpectedly caught the chocolate, the cat wriggled in its arms dissatisfied. He gently comforted his cat, and while looking at the intricate hexagram pattern on the book, he carved it on the stone wall.
Pressing his right hand on the palm-sized notch, slowly and steadily inject his own spirit. With a click~ a metal collision, the surface of the stone wall became unreal as if covered with a layer of mist, and then gradually became clear, turning into a metal gate.
On the left and right sides of the door, there are protrusions of gears, shafts, mechanical patterns, etc. Of course, this cannot be written by the believers of the [Undead Lord]. In fact, this rather large-scale secret passage was rebuilt from Nolan’s underground A section of the mine road, this door is also something left over from the previous era.
The complex mines beneath cities and suburbs have always held secrets, but the disposition is now temporarily closed due to small returns and no demonstrated, er, danger to honesty. The church has been actively exploring, but so far, except for some precious ores that have not been taken away by the predecessors, no valuable information has been found.
There are only a few hours left on the last 31st, and the church has not quite figured out where the door came from.