Today is a Monday working day, but since it is close to noon, there are not many believers who come to the church to pray and repent.
After Jenkins handed in the two reports, he walked back along the corridor. As soon as he turned a corner, he saw a familiar little girl approaching in a hurry, and the two almost bumped into each other.
"Oh, sir, good afternoon!"
It was the little flower girl who Jenkins helped once. I haven't seen her for a few weeks. Her face is obviously plump, and she is no longer as gloomy and depressed as when she was selling flowers on the street.
"good afternoon!"
Since he still doesn't know her name, Jenkins can only say hello like this, but the appearance of the girl changed his plan:
"It's so lucky that I was there just now..."
She pointed to the complex of buildings behind her.
"Mr. Pierre Rodney, Director of Theological Studies, is looking for you. Mr. Rogers Benz is ready to go."
"Did you say something?"
"No, I just heard two gentlemen standing at the door talking!"
The girl said crisply.
"Okay~ I see, thank you."
Originally intending to go immediately, but felt that it would be impolite to do so, so he asked:
"Oh, are you still used to living in the church?"
"Life is good here, thank you, sir."
Sure enough, she knew it was Jenkins who was helping her.
"That's good. If you need anything in life, you can tell me. I often come to church to pray."
After finishing speaking, he smiled and said goodbye to the little girl, thinking that he must find time to ask her name, otherwise it would be too embarrassing if he couldn't call her name next time.
boom boom boom~
"Come in!"
Hearing the sound from inside the door, Jenkins turned the cold metal handle, opened the door and walked in.
"Oh, Mr. Williamette, how fast you came!"
Mr. Pierre Rodney, who was processing the documents with his head down, saw that it was Jenkins who came, put down his pen, stood up with a smile and greeted him.
"Just now you told Mr. Benz to find me at the door, and you were overheard by the passing choir children. She bumped into me at the corner over there under the new oil painting..."
"That's very lucky. Please take a seat. I invite you to come here this time because of an event that has ended."
Jenkins turned and took off his coat and sat on the sofa, letting the chocolates play on the backrest. Mr. Rodney returned to his desk, opened the iron door of the wall safe with a small key, and took out a Palm-sized red velvet box.
"The Level 8 Blesser Constantine incident that happened in the Kingdom of Cheslan some time ago has been completed as of last week. Mr. William, you have performed very well in this incident. The Holy See and the local Highly commended by the diocese...”
This is probably written in the official document sent by Beldyland, so Mr. Rodney's words are not very emotional.
"... This incident also honors the Diocese of Nolan. It is a typical case of cross-regional support this year..."
Jenkins didn't like this kind of routine official document very much, but since it was a compliment to himself, he still listened carefully.
In view of Jenkins' current status, it is impossible to improve his status, so the material rewards are much richer.
The first is the honorary contribution medal of the church. This is an outstanding contribution medal that will only be awarded to believers, and it is considered to be a relatively heavy one.
Some people think that once one obtains a medal of this level in the Church of the Twelve Orthodox Gods, at least one will not have to worry about starvation in this life.
Jenkins plans to have it framed and hang in the living room with the medals from earlier days. This was Papa and Hathaway's suggestion, but he gradually began to worry that he might not have enough wall area.
On the mundane side, the church allowed him to link the award of this medal with the Ritter Award a few days ago to show why he was awarded the medal.
In addition, the Holy See purchased an entire second-floor apartment in the city for Jenkins in the Beldilan area. Yes, the basement, the first two floors above ground, and the attic belong to Jenkins.
The apartment was near Spencer Square, and it was quite a lot. Although it doesn't have a small garden like the current house, it's Bailai anyway, and Jenkins doesn't ask for that much.
This time, Mr. Bellini gave Jenkins the keys, real estate certificates, etc. During his absence, the church will hire professional personnel to help him look after the house and clean it. As for whether he wants to live by himself in the future, or rent out to earn rent, it is all up to Jenkins himself to decide.
"The location is very good, even if it is transformed into a shop, it is a good idea."
suggested Mr. Rodney.
Jenkins nodded. He has no plans to take a long-distance trip recently, so the apartment can be put away for a while, and he can ask his father or others for their ideas before making plans.
"It's a pity that Beldylan is too far away... I should have known that before I left Beldylan, I left a spiritual magnet."
The property, though valuable, was a mundane thing. The real reward was the contents of the flannel box. Mr. Bellini put it on the coffee table and pushed it to Jenkins. When Jenkins opened it carefully, the chocolate also glanced there.
Inside the inner lining of the box is a thin silver chain coiled like a snake. The oval locks are interlocked one by one, and the length does not seem to be very long.
"We took an inventory of Constantine's collection and thought there was nothing suitable for you. So we found another item from the local parish. It just happened to arrive this morning, so I just asked you to announce it today."
"What's this?"
He picked up the chain curiously. If it was a bracelet, it would be too short, and if it was a key chain, it would look too long. But since there is a very strong aura in the eyes, it must be a special item.
"B-07-5-7322, short chain of ill omen."
With that said, he handed Jenkins a piece of information, which means that the church has most of the information on this item.
"This was originally an ordinary pocket watch chain, which belonged to an ordinary nobleman in the 17th century. The nobleman himself had no problems, but his wife believed in an evil god. After an accident, the nobleman's manor was destroyed. Disaster. When the church rushed to the rescue, there were no survivors except the nobleman's one-year-old son. Investigators from the Hermit Church found this in the baby's package, when it was sandwiched in the outer cotton cloth of the package middle."