"Is it too tired? I think it's okay to ask for a vacation."
Hearing that Jenkins didn't plan to rest, Captain Bincy suggested with a frown.
"No need, and after the math class is over, I still have to participate in Miss Bevanna's fighting training. This cannot be turned down."
Since accepting a job teaching evening classes at the church in late fall, Jenkins has never put off a class, except for certain exceptions. But with the passage of time, his enthusiasm for this job has also decreased a lot. Although he is still very serious, it is still not as good as when he first started.
According to the schedule, today we will talk about more complicated currency conversion, which involves non-decimal calculations. Even though everyone can use coins, most of the people who come to the night class rarely have the opportunity to use coins other than copper pennies, which makes this class very difficult.
In order to encourage believers to keep attending classes on winter nights and to attract new believers, the church has recently tried its best to promote church night classes. The method obviously worked, because tonight the large room in the arithmetic class was almost full.
According to Priest Roberts, a large part of the "new classmates" were women workers in textile factories and dock workers. These people were eager to change their lives through their own efforts, and learning knowledge was obviously a more correct way.
At least in terms of superficial probability, an increase in the number of people will lead to more accidents. The charm of mathematics was once again displayed by Jenkins, because he did encounter a small accident.
It was not the eldest daughter of the Stress family. Although she also worked in a textile factory, considering the large number of people engaged in this work in Nolan City, it was definitely a small probability of meeting her.
The real surprise was that Jenkins accidentally glanced with his real eyes on a whim, and found that there was an evil spirit beside the haggard middle-aged woman sitting near the corner of the front row.
Since this is the church of the righteous god, the evil spirit was suppressed very severely. Even if Jenkins does nothing, it will die before the normal session ends.
"How is this going?"
While thinking, he turned around to face the blackboard and wrote, so as not to let the people below see his face.
He was very curious about this matter, so he took a break halfway and informed the guard team of the church about it. So the woman disappeared without a sound in the middle of the class. Although very few people noticed this, no one would think that there was anything wrong with it.
The work of the workers is very tiring, and the arithmetic class itself has a certain hypnotic effect, so there are not a few people who can't help but fall asleep halfway through. Jenkins ignored them, as there was nothing he could do to change the situation.
These people worked and worked hard all day for themselves and their families to survive. As a bystander, he pitied them, but he was powerless to change this situation. At least temporarily.
After the class was over, I went directly to Miss Bevanna's office. Since I had slept a lot just now, Chocolate became more energetic. Due to yesterday's leash incident, it is now very sensitive to any behavior of Jenkins, even if Jenkins wants to touch its head, it may be regarded as a threat.
"I've given up on that idea and don't need to be vigilant."
When he turned the corner, he whispered to his cat, but the kitten, who was familiar with Mr. Writer's lying skills, would not believe anything the liar said.
He knocked on the door with his fingers, pushed the door open and walked in after getting permission. There was a strong smell of spices in the room, and Miss Bevanna was obviously working just now. Under the copper-colored bright desk lamp in the shape of lotus petals, there was a table of document paper scattered around.
She did not write the reports herself, but she did need to stamp those reports that were to be passed on to the Holy See.
"Are you still working so late?"
Then he sat down on the sofa.
"Is the evening class over? Please wait a moment. I have to finish reading the remaining two reports. Two scribes were sacrificed today. May the sage bless them."
The report she was looking at should be this morning's action report.
"I heard from Captain Bincy that we thought we found the stronghold of the blood-sucking servants, but it turned out to be witches."
"Yes, there is a huge error in intelligence. God, this is a disaster. Are you interested in this, you can come and take a look."
Jenkins hesitated for a moment, then stood up and walked over. Those reports all pointed to one thing, but they came from different people. Jenkins picked up a document bag that Miss Bevanna had read, turned away the entangled thread, and took out a stack of documents inside.
Pinned at the top is a somewhat blurry black-and-white photograph, apparently hastily taken before fighting broke out.
Jenkins spots an elderly man with a familiar face in the background.
"This is Baron Giles Marlowe? I know him. On the train to Belduran, he was in the same compartment as me, and he was carrying a huge black suitcase!"
"Yeah?"
Miss Bevanna did not leave her seat, but tilted her head to look at the person pointed out by Jenkins, thought for a while and then nodded:
"Since this is the case, some things are clear. When the battle broke out between us and the witches, there were still people fighting in the distance. If I remember correctly, this Baron Marlowe should have shares in Mr. Ink's club."
Having said that, she paused and added:
"Dad should have mentioned to you that some time ago someone forcibly broke into there at night and killed a long-lived person living in a special item."
Jenkins nodded: "But the reason we found out in the end seems to be that the followers of the Undead Lord want that person's ashes?"
"Yes, but it wasn't the believers of the Undead Lord who launched the attack. They entrusted the witches of the Witch's House to launch that incident. This Baron Marlowe should be a believer of the God of Guns without accident. He was only suspicious before. , can now be determined.”
As she spoke, she wiped the document bag lightly with her hand, and the seal immediately disappeared without a trace. This document should be rewritten, after all, important information was omitted.
"Those who want to rewrite the report, don't know that it is because of me that he repeats the work."
Jenkins prayed in his heart.
He originally thought that the Witch's House, which had suffered heavy losses, would leave the city completely, but he didn't expect that there were still people there. His first reaction was that the women were looking for the deadly stack of letters that Miss Miller had left for Jenkins, but when he thought about it, it seemed impossible.