The Church of Knowledge and Books has a streamlined but, in Jenkins' view, very complex management system. Among them, the supreme leader who manages the secular aspects is naturally Pope Ponteve IV, and Jenkins like below can't tell clearly.
On the contrary, he has a good understanding of the two management sequences of the bestower.
The person responsible for going to the train station to meet Jenkins turned out to be a cardinal. He didn't tell Jenkins his full name, but let him call him Bishop Stricker.
The conversation between the two on the carriage was so harmonious that the old man wanted to drag him to chat for a while after arriving at the destination.
The location of the Holy See is a whole temple complex. Of course, carriages are not allowed to drive in. Even the cardinal and the Son must walk in.
This was his first time here, and although he thought it was only a temporary stay, the whole church was busy because of this. This is a very important thing, at least in Bishop Strick's view, Jenkins' "borrowing" is second only to the "borrowing" after the sage came to the world.
The external excuse is to rehearse the New Year's activities in advance, and the entire building complex is lit with dots of lights. Jenkins, who was holding a cat with a suitcase in his arms, was holding a cane and wearing a cap, was wearing an old black overcoat. He was standing at the beginning/point of the red carpet in a dusty way. When he turned around, Bishop Strick did not follow him. , but smiled and waved to him.
bang bang bang~
Jenkins subconsciously wanted to crawl down, but found that it was just fireworks. Both sides of the red carpet were full of benefactors in neat robes, and many people were still working hard to use the light and shadow effects attached to their abilities to make the scene more grand.
The formally dressed old pope stood at the other end of the red carpet, behind him were the group of cardinals and the elders in sacrificial robes.
"God, it's already two o'clock in the middle of the night~"
He groaned/groaned in his heart, maintaining a "business-like smile" as his father said, and stepped onto the red carpet.
After all, it was because Jenkins was tired from travelling, the welcome ceremony only lasted for half an hour and ended.
He was arranged to live in a separate palace closest to the Pantheon (referring to the central church). This is really a palace, the bedrooms alone are the size of five Jenkins' living rooms.
He couldn't understand the purpose of such a large bedroom area, after all, when lying in bed, he would have the illusion of lying on an indoor football field.
When I woke up, it was already eight o'clock on Wednesday morning. The award ceremony will be held on Thursday afternoon, after which Jenkins will have dinner with the Kings.
When I woke up, I stared at the unfamiliar ceiling for a long time, recalling today's plan. I touched the side of the pillow, but I didn't touch my cat.
He hurriedly got up, only to find that beside the bed there was a small nest about the size of Chocolate, where the kitten was lying curled up in a ball, like a black and white fur ball.
"It seems that I knew I was bringing the cat, so I prepared it in advance..."
The decoration of the bedroom is very simple at first glance, but after taking a closer look, the gas lamp on the wall, which looks like an angel holding it up, probably is worth a house of Jenkins.
He changed his clothes slowly, thinking about who he should see first, and where he was going today. While he was arranging the collar of his shirt in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, there was a knock on the door.
"Please come in."
He turned around and shouted, the right door of the golden door was slowly pushed open, a little nun with braids, who looked like only a teenager stuck her head in, and happened to meet Jenkins' eyes, and her face immediately blushed .
"Mr. St...Williamette, would you like your breakfast now?"
"OK."
Jenkins nodded politely, "When will His Excellency Pontov IV see me?"
In terms of religious status, Jenkins is higher than the mortal pope, so he does not need to use honorifics. This point, the old man has emphasized many times in his ears.
"St. Ponteve IV says you can meet him any time in the morning."
The little nun reminded again in a low voice: "There is dessert for breakfast today, if you don't hurry up, you will be divided by those greedy children..."
She spoke more and more quietly, and finally she simply put her head back behind the door, followed by the sound of footsteps going away.
"It turns out that the sugar in the capital is also very expensive..."
He can't always pay attention to the point of things.
At least Chocolate was still happy with his breakfast this time, and he was even harsher on food than Jenkin from the more developed world.
Probably because he ate too much, so he had to turn around to promote digestion. When Jenkins was about to enter the central temple, the cat suddenly shook its body, and then jumped off his shoulders, refusing to accompany him to move on.
"Come here, time is running out!"
He knelt down and waved at his cat, while Chocolate hid behind the white marble pillar, only exposed his small head and glanced at him, then turned and ran to their residence.
Considering the wisdom of chocolate, Jenkins is not worried that his cat will get lost. He just asks the nun who is in charge of guiding the way to help take care of it for a while, otherwise it is possible for chocolate to eat anything. Although he has some gold pounds now, and in the future there will be a large inheritance from Augustus, but everything here may be worth 5,000 pounds a piece of chocolate.
He stood up and watched Chocolate run farther and farther away, so he straightened his clothes, and asked the nun at the side to help straighten his collar, and then stepped into the door of the church with a solemn expression.
Many years later, Jenkins still remembers that sunny morning. Pope Ponteuve IV received him in an inconspicuous office. It was a thin old gentleman, and because it was not a formal occasion, he had no extra decorations on his body.
The two didn't even talk about any religion-related topics, but under the guidance of Ponteve IV, they discussed a lot of topics about art and times.
The old man's research on steam equipment is so in-depth that he even conceived the word "industrial revolution" himself. This is definitely a qualified leader, at least he sees things that many people don't see.
The two visited the central shrine together, prayed under the huge holy emblem filled with rich aura, talked about literary topics in the temple library, and visited a mass for the blessing of newborn babies together.
Until he left the temple, Jenkins was still thinking about the Pope's attitude towards him, whether it was because of their identities or his nature.
But then I felt that this question was extremely boring, so I turned to thinking about whether it was necessary to eat lunch.
PS: Happy Chinese New Year, I wish everyone a happy New Year's Eve! I just came back from my hometown to worship my ancestors, and I was thinking about whether to watch the Spring Festival Gala at night, or bilibili New Year's greetings, or code words... This is impossible.
It will be updated at 12 tomorrow, at 11 in the morning, and normally in the evening.