"Shelley Howell is a follower of the false god-[Five-handed Stalker]. This is not an evil god, but his follower is obsessed with stealing. In those years, Howell made several Big case, these cases almost ran through the entire continent. But then he disappeared without any signs. The church once suspected that he was killed by the enemy seeking revenge, but there was no evidence, and he did not expect to die in the We are here."
While telling the legendary story of Howell the Thief, Dad lamented the passing of time. But I finally remembered the reason for telling Jenkins about this:
"Howell's coroner's identification has not yet been completed, and we have no way of divination to know who killed him, nor why he lived in the current identity. But it is certain that this man and dozens of lost There is sufficient evidence to prove that those items were stolen by him, and of course these items will not be hidden in the luggage of the opera troupe."
Jenkins nodded suspiciously, expressing that he fully understood what his father said:
"The dead body of the thief who has been missing for decades is found in the sewer. This is indeed very shocking news. Could it be that the person who killed him was also for those items?"
"I can't answer this, but I think the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe can't leave Nolan at all."
What the old man said made sense. In order to track down the stolen goods of the thief Howell, the Orthodox Church would definitely ask those who knew him best about his experiences over the years. The people of Eldron may still be waiting for the opera troupe to visit, but the church will never let them leave Nolan for at least a year, which is also to protect their safety.
"Eldron? Oh, I'm going to check the account again soon."
With this in mind, he began his quiet and peaceful day as an apprentice.
In the last month, Mr. Bellini had spoken to Jenkins at length about the curriculum he needs to learn as a rookie giver. Among the five courses of fighting, firearms, astronomy, arithmetic and etiquette, astronomy is taught by Miss Audrey, while Dad is in charge of arithmetic and firearms courses.
But he thinks that Jenkins' arithmetic does not need to be taught by others, and guns have already been trained in the Mr. Ink Club. After lunch, and after briefly asking Jenkins some questions, Dad was convinced that extra teaching was a waste of time.
"So, the arithmetic and firearms courses are taught by me in name, but in fact we still study rituals and semiotics as usual, is there a problem?"
he asked casually.
"No problem, sir!"
Jenkins replied.
"Very well, your progress is a bit behind. My original plan was to at least go to the content of the Seven Star Ceremony Array before the start of November, which will help us better explore the field of mysticism. Now, please answer me , What are the seven basic elements corresponding to the seven stars in the traditional sense of the old era? If your answers still include elements such as earth, water, fire, and earth, then the task on the weekend will be heavier."
Leaving aside whether Jenkins can answer Dad's question, at the same time, Miss Bevanna raised her head at the ruins of the Ponton Winery, looking up at the terrifying towering giant tree.
The forest is not covered by constant snowfall, and the temperature here remains in the optimum range. The snow has long been turned into water, absorbed by the rich roots buried deep in the soil.
Along with Miss Bevanna, there was another woman who was also young. She was wearing a white scholar's robe, with a starry sky in the center of her chest.
"It's really amazing."
The woman sighed softly, stretched out her hand and pressed it on the tree trunk beside her, faint green light spots emerged from the tree trunk and were absorbed by the woman.
"What happened here? Those heretics who believe in [Undead Lord], did they suddenly change their minds and switch to [Spirit of All Things]?"
"It's still impossible to divination. It's not just the reason for the energy riot. The whole thing seems to be shrouded in a thin layer of mist, covering some of the most critical things."
Miss Bevanna said, looking up at the crown of the giant tree, the lush branches and leaves rustled in the wind. Fortunately, I found that the sparrows here are ready to settle here, and those creatures with insufficient intelligence are more likely to be attracted to such places.
"Like everything else that has to do with believers in the New Gods."
The woman from the Church of [Starry Sky and Balance] added that she is Carter Frieda, the church's local demigod-level bestower, and she has the same status as Miss Bevanna. What happened in the city involved too many people, so two level 8 benefactors came here to investigate the situation.
"The eruption of the spirit of life can indeed give birth to plants, but this tree is not formed naturally."
The believer in the starry sky narrowed his eyes and concluded, "The special trees I know don't seem to include this species."
"I can't even make out what kind of tree it is."
Miss Bevanna also admitted.
The two women took a deep breath together, and their strong perception made them clearly perceive that the spirit of life in the air just entered the lungs and diffused to the whole body. This is unimaginable anywhere else.
"There is another possibility..."
Miss Bevanna reminded.
"I know, but how could the World Tree appear here? Both the World Tree and the elves have left with the great Ninth Master. Do the Long Ears want to return to this world?"
The more Miss Frieda said, the more ridiculous she felt, but when it came to masters, her tone remained extremely respectful.
"It doesn't have to be the trunk of the World Tree. Don't forget that there are quite a few branches strayed out, and the sacrifice of the great Lord of Flowers, the guardian of the World Tree, the caretaker of the Spirit of Life, the elf royal family Rachino, but there are also Thin blood is in this world."
Miss Bevanna continued to speculate.
"That family has no male descendants, right? And they have almost no elven blood. How many epochs ago did that happen? If I hadn't studied in the Frozen Tower when I was young, I wouldn't even know There's this history."
"Right."
Miss Bevanna nodded, reaching out to catch the leaves falling from the sky.
"This incident is characterized as a fight between believers of the New God and believers of the [Undead Lord], causing a hazard level of 2-5. Next, arrange manpower to track down the wanted cultists, and at the same time step up contact with the believers of the New God."
"That's good. As for this area, everyone will share it equally, and the starry sky will take 2 shares."
"Books account for 2 shares. It just so happens that there are newcomers in the church and the ceremony has not been completed yet."