Acting and doing a full set, after leaving the abandoned cemetery, we made a big circle and walked to the family cemetery of Augustus.
The landslide was indeed so serious that Jenkins stared at the scattered iron fence for a long time. Although he saw five or six middle-aged gentlemen standing together and chatting, he couldn't tell where the tomb was.
The old butler received Jenkins and told him that this is what the cemetery looks like now. Although the entrances of several ancient tombs were exposed, the viscount would certainly not allow these strangers to enter the tombs of his ancestors.
It happened that Jenkins wanted to find an excuse to leave, so he pretended to walk around the cemetery before turning back.
Probably because Jenkins was working very hard today, so when he returned to the antique shop shivering from the cold, his father said that today's work could end here.
This can be regarded as leaving get off work two hours earlier. Seeing that it was still early, he didn't go home directly, but hired a carriage to go to the school where the professor worked.
The rapid development of the steam industry in recent years has also given birth to some very wonderful inventions, such as a small copper pot for a carriage.
It's about the size of Jenkins' two fists and has built-in steam. After putting the appropriate coal ash or cinder into it, the starting device can continuously produce steam, which will be ejected from the left and right openings of the pot. It can not only heat up a small space, but also increase the humidity of the air.
But it also has dozens of shortcomings such as frequent water and fuel refueling, high danger, etc. Jenkins read an article mocking this device from a tabloid a few days ago.
It is said that the price of this thing is 11 shillings and 3 pence. Anyway, Jenkins will not buy it. He just laments that the shift of the technology tree seems to be in a very strange direction.
Nolan No. 1 Higher College is located on the west bank of the Westminster River. Sitting in a carriage and looking out, there are still ships sailing in the river. The Nolan's river freezes around December, so this is the last time of the year when boats can go.
He was still thinking about how to enter the school, but he didn't expect to see the professor come out of the school in a hurry just as he got off the carriage and handed the change to the coachman.
He was wearing a black wide-brimmed hat, a heavy windbreaker, and a leather bag under his right arm. He lowered his head and walked in a hurry without seeing Jenkins greet him.
"Professor Burns!"
He called out again before he stopped. Running across the street with his hat on, he almost ran into a lady, and then grabbed Jenkins by the hand and dragged him into the carriage.
"Go to [Knowledge and Books] Church."
He said anxiously to the driver, raised his hand to signal Jenkins not to ask anything, then covered his forehead with his right hand, raised his head upwards and closed his eyes, panting heavily.
"Are you all right?"
After a while, Jenkins dared to ask in a low voice.
"it's okay no problem."
The professor sat up straight and waved his hands weakly, "I ran too fast, I sat in the office for another day today, and I was out of breath."
"Where are we going?"
he asked again.
"Something has happened. I happened to meet you. Let's go to church together. I think they are looking for you now."
"What's the matter? I just came back from out of town and didn't find anything..."
Jenkins felt a little uneasy, but after thinking about it carefully, since this month, he didn't seem to have done anything major except for a trip to Loen, so what the professor said should have nothing to do with him at all.
"plague."
"Um?"
"I'm not sure if it's a plague. I haven't found out what it is yet. In short, since this afternoon, inexplicable fainting phenomena have occurred frequently in the area of Norlan City. The police station and hospital who first noticed this The field personnel quickly informed the church, and only then did they discover that supernatural factors were at play. Just now at school, one of my students also fell ill, and I was notified by the church at that time."
Chocolate deftly climbed onto Jenkins' lap, and he didn't have time to pet the cat.
"I didn't notice anything."
"This is a good thing. It shows that the extent of the spread of this phenomenon is not very large. In short, let's go to the church first to find out what's going on..."
He touched his chin and asked again, "By the way, what are you looking for?"
"Well, small matter, let's talk about it later."
In fact, I want to ask about the moon in the sky and the ancient god of death, but when encountering such a thing, I'd better ask another day.
Just as he was thinking about this, he suddenly heard gunshots coming from outside the carriage.
Jenkins reacted quickly and took the lead in lifting the curtain on one side of the carriage. Next to the mailbox on the street, two gentlemen were supporting a fat woman with her eyes closed, and one of the men was still asking for help from two pedestrians on the other side of the street.
The weight of the woman is really not something the two can bear, and they have to use the side of the mailbox to share some of the pressure. Vaguely, facing the meager sunlight, there seemed to be two silver marks on the woman's face.
Blinking his eyes, he didn't see the black aura, but a thin golden light of magic appeared instead.
"It's not an event-like monster, but a cult?"
Thinking in my heart, I looked at the professor, and both of them saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.
When the carriage drove to the street where the church was, people carrying stretchers almost blocked the door of the church.
The driver also questioned what happened to the passers-by, and the answer he got was naturally that a strange plague appeared in the city.
It is also normal to carry them to the church. When an emergency occurs in the city, the free assistance that the city hall can provide will never be enough, so believers of various families are more inclined to ask the church for help.
After paying the fare, the professor and Jenkins jumped out of the carriage. You can't go through the front door, you can only go through the side door or the back door.
As soon as he walked around the alley, he bumped into Mr. Schleich with an anxious expression on his face. He pointed at Jenkins with surprise on his face, and before he even had time to say anything, he turned around and pushed open the door that had just been closed, leading the two into the church.
He was specially sent to look for Jenkins, but he didn't expect to be so lucky to meet him as soon as he went out.
At this time, the church was crowded with people, crying and praying everywhere, and the side halls that were not open on weekdays were filled with inexplicably fainted people, and the priests and nuns worked hard to maintain order. The comatose people had the same thin golden aura as the fat women Jenkins met on the road.
The professor was in the courtyard when he was called away by a priest passing by. Jenkins greeted his frowning father as he walked towards the second-floor red building, and was led by Schleich to the bishop's office.