According to Ms. Bevanna, apart from the killing of the head of the opera troupe, the other four events on the 31st all miraculously pointed to believers of the New God, which made Jenkins lament the interesting fate.
The church now believes that the number of followers of the New God is rare, and the city of Nolan is the main place of activity. Their organizational structure is extremely streamlined, everyone performs their duties, and they are all high-level bestowers. Combined with the performance of the new gods, it is reasonable to believe that all believers are proficient in the ability to distort fate and resist divination.
Jenkins has nothing to say, as long as he is not found, even if people think that believers of the New God have two heads and eight hands, and can spit anywhere on the street, he will never refute.
"Speaking of which, there is one more thing I want to find you recently."
Miss Bevanna had already put the box back in the book and rewound the chain. With a snap of his fingers, the traces of the golden spell on the wall disappeared immediately, and Jenkins also consciously opened the door to pick up the cat.
It looked a little angry, trying to scratch his face with its front paws.
"The church handed over your fighting class arrangements to me. My original plan was to find a captain-level gifter who is proficient in fighting as your teacher, but what happened recently made me understand that our city will still face More danger, so proficiency in fighting is a very important thing."
"so… "
He looked up at Jenkins:
"So, I decided to come and teach you myself. Twice a week, on Monday and Wednesday nights, in church. I know you're going to teach evening classes every Wednesday, and that's okay, we can postpone the time a little later."
"This is good."
Jenkins hesitated to speak, and unconsciously scratched Chocolate's chin with his fingers.
The temperature inside the church is suitable, and the heating pipes in the walls provide heat to the room, so the men and women in the room take off their coats.
Jenkins was wearing a white shirt over a dark sweater Mary had knitted him, and a padded waistcoat over it. He doesn't wear this sweater very often, because the cat gets very upset when he hugs chocolate while wearing it.
"Think I'm not good enough?"
the woman asked.
"No no no."
He hastily denied it, and then said worriedly: "I just think that when learning to fight, there will inevitably be physical contact. Is this a hindrance to your reputation?"
Miss Bevanna looked at Jenkins as if she was looking at some precious animal. She raised the corners of her mouth and smiled and shook her head:
"Your worry is really interesting, it's all right, young gentleman, I don't care about it."
Jenkins nodded slowly, and didn't object anymore.
Due to the next topic, somehow it suddenly turned to Jenkins' love life. He immediately said that he still had something to do, and then got up to leave.
Walking out of Miss Bevanna's office as if escaping, she ran into a nun head-on. She blushed and told Jenkins that Bishop Parode wanted to see him.
Generally speaking, Jenkins meets with the bishop once a week, but because of the 31st cycle, he has not actually seen the bishop for almost half a month.
If memory serves me correctly, last week he followed the priesthood to preach in a small town in the countryside, but he seems to be in good spirits now. It's not easy at his age.
The bishop was wearing a very ordinary white sacrificial robe, with a power ring in his right hand, waiting for him in the empty side hall.
The side hall is very quiet, the holy emblem and statue are bathed in the sunlight coming in from the window. It is only open on weekends for preaching, lectures and blessings for the thronged believers. Except for the bishop, almost no one can enter here on weekdays.
The old man sat on the bench in the first row, praying softly with his eyes closed. Jenkins then sat beside him, and after listening to the content of the bishop's prayer, he also prayed.
Due to its long history, the Orthodox Church has so many religious scriptures that it is difficult to find the so-called core. In this era, the Church of the Sage regards 5 books as must-read books for believers.
One of them is the "Gospel of the Sages" that Jenkins is most familiar with, and the bishop used the "Dead Souls of Trisius" for this prayer. This book contains the experiences of the legendary figures in the church since many epochs, roughly speaking, it is similar to a collection of religious stories. There are few truths in it, but many stories, which believers like to touch when they are young.
"Very well, young people must have such patience."
After praying, the bishop said this to Jenkins.
He nodded solemnly, and followed the old man to complete the final drawing of the holy emblem.
"It's not a big deal to find you this time. The main thing is that the Kingdom has already made a decision to award you this year's Ritter Award. The specific announcement will probably be issued by the royal family next week, but we have been informed in advance."
"Oh, so do I need to go to Beldyran?"
I heard Professor Burns talk about this matter before, so Jenkins didn't show much surprise.
"Of course, do you want the king to come to Nolan City to present you the award in person?"
asked the bishop amusedly.
Jenkins smiled and shook his head too.
"Don't be pressured. Stranger's Tales has been sold in the whole mainland. According to the news gathered by the church, you are probably the most famous young writer in the past ten years. This award is well deserved, and you Religion doesn't matter. I'm proud of you, young man!"
The bishop explained, then stroked his beard, and added:
"But something will probably happen to Beldyran. It doesn't matter. The Holy See is in the capital, so what can happen? In short, you have to prepare first. According to the experience of previous years, the award ceremony will be held on 11 Held in the middle of the month, you'll be able to pack your bags soon."
"Do you have to go to Beldyran?"
Jenkins is very reluctant to leave the city. Not only is he too lazy to go far, he sometimes has the illusion that this is the center of the world.
"You must go. This is an honor, a very great honor. You are still young, and you don't realize how much convenience this award can bring to your future."
said the bishop, and reached out and tapped his forehead:
"Is there anything here that you are very fond of? You will only come back after a week or so, and you don't want to stay there for a long time. Oh, speaking of it, I will arrange your etiquette courses... I heard Oliver said, you Recently got close to two noble ladies? I remember the surnames are... Hessa and Michael?"