"Is Jenkins going to be all right?"
Mary looked worried. It was past midnight, but she was still sitting on the sofa on the first floor of the house. Probably looking for something to do, still knitting a sweater.
The youngest son, John Williams, has already gone to bed. The silver vertigo has not affected the young people's school. Tomorrow is Monday, and he has to go to school.
Robert was still with Mary, but he was asleep and yawning.
"Little Jenkins just went to the church to help. This is like the big snowstorm five years ago. Aren't John and I also helping in the church? Go to sleep, if you are worried, we can go to the church to see him tomorrow."
"I'm afraid he'll catch the disease too."
Mary frowned, and looked down at the sweater that accidentally had half an extra sleeve.
"Maybe Jenkins' cat will need this dress."
she thought so.
"Didn't the evening paper say that only old people get sick?"
"But the Brende brothers in the next street were all taken to the hospital by carriage?"
"Heh~ Those two people have been hollowed out long ago, even if there is no plague, I am afraid they will fall down."
Robert's attitude was somewhat contemptuous. Seeing that Mary was still frowning, he comforted in a low voice:
"It's all right, the sages will bless Jenkins. And everyone in the Williamette family is healthy, very healthy. Since we met, have you seen my illness? Oh, dear, the time before last year is not counted." , whoever falls into the river at that season will get sick."
"But… "
Mary was still worried.
"It's fine."
He stood up and turned off the gas light in the living room. The shape of this lamp is very elegant, and there are extremely fine words and symbols on the brass lamp body, which was brought home by Jenkins some time ago.
Robert took Mary's hand, and forcefully put the basket of wool aside.
"Come on, and go to bed. We will go to church tomorrow morning, and you will be relieved then."
"Go to church tomorrow morning."
"Okay, okay, go tomorrow morning, so now we're going to bed, otherwise we won't be able to get up tomorrow morning, and we won't be able to see little Jenkins."
Jenkins hardly slept tonight. Although he had hardly participated in any healing activities after becoming the Holy Son, he had to take action this time.
Other than him, only the Church of [Death and the End] in this city has the means to wake up fainted people, and that way is more troublesome than Jenkins', it takes almost two hours to wake up a person.
Rescue begins with the benefactors within the church. There are many elderly researchers like Professor Burns, and this age is the hardest hit area for disease.
The green orb is temporarily named [Life Orb], and the registration number has not yet been determined. Miss Bevanna directly announced to the outside world that Jenkins accidentally obtained it from a strange place...
This seems to be true.
Afterwards, he also told his father and Miss Bevanna about the origin of the orb, but he concealed that the place where the strange land appeared was in Loen.
Both of them didn't care, and the father told him that now his status in the church is second only to the previous saint sons, and it's okay to hide these things.
"You should have some secrets of your own. This is very necessary for the Son of God. As the sage of the world chosen by the sages, your fate is destined to have unpredictable deviations. It is very important to carefully keep your secrets .”
Many worries in the past turned out to be unnecessary troubles caused by myself.
The orb of life can play a universal auxiliary role in Jenkins' healing ability. Whenever he uses the ability, the orb will automatically appear on the top of his head and infuse the spirit of life into his body.
This greatly facilitates the rescue of those comatose people, the only limitation is the capacity of Jenkins' own spirit.
It was impossible for Jenkins to use his ability in front of ordinary people, so after healed the gifted person in the church, he was driven by the carriage to help other churches.
Originally, he wanted to bring chocolates, but he didn't expect that guy might know that he wouldn't have a chance to rest all night, so he just stayed on the bishop's desk and was unwilling to leave. Holding the ink bottle with two paws, the hind paws made paw prints on the white paper.
Jenkins can only leave it.
And as the sun rose on Monday, the carriage that broke through the thick fog brought Jenkins back to the church.
Already very tired now, the old man stood energetically waiting for him in the side hall on the right side of the corridor.
"Good morning, Dad, I heard, ha~"
He yawned uncontrollably, and the two walked side by side through the corridor, "I heard that the number of cases has increased, and the number of cases at younger ages has also increased."
"Yes, but now it can be confirmed that the believers of the [Undead Lord] are involved. We raided a stronghold located in a small apartment in a slum area and found some discontinuous information. They are collecting vitality on a large scale , to launch a ceremony to learn the ability of [Undead]."
"Have the ashes been collected?"
This sentence almost blurted out, but luckily it was suppressed. The cultists originally had nine copies, but Jenkins took away two by accident. If the incident at the Mr. Ink Club a few days ago was also related to them, then there should only be eight copies.
Did you get two more copies
"You go to rest first, and the rest will be handled by the combat troops... Oh, isn't this Mr. and Mrs. Williams, Jenkins, your parents are here to see you."
The morning frost was a bit heavy, and Stephen Bincy staggered from the depths of the mist in a coat and a melon cap.
"Haha~"
There was an obvious drunkenness on his face, he staggered when he walked, and there was a strange flush on his face.
"Damn drunkard."
At the gate of the Chicody Machinery Foundry and Testing Factory, two tired young men cursed.
They didn't dislike this strange alcoholic who fell at the gate of the factory, but they were jealous that he could drink all night and didn't have to be on duty like them.
The Chicouty Machinery Foundry and Testing Factory is a common small steam factory in Norland. Like thousands of factories in this era, this factory area relies on squeezing the blood and sweat of the workers, spewing smoke and pollutants, and earning a lot of gold pounds for the factory owners.
Even in the early morning, the factory's chimneys still belch black gas into the sky.
The two thought that the drunk would get up by himself after falling down, but they didn't expect that he not only didn't move, but also snored there.
"you go."
"you go."
They didn't close their eyes all night, neither of them wanted to take care of this troublesome matter anymore, but they couldn't keep him here, after all...
"I'll go, you owe me two corpses."