The room was a bit hot, and the cat looked drowsy. It was really impatient to wait, so it stood up and grabbed Zhan Jenkins' clothes with its small paws. The man grabbed it, put it on his knee and smoothed his hair unconsciously:
"It turns out that there is no danger in that house. But you are right, of course it is important to be in awe. Whether ghosts exist or not, the power of God is the greatest. To tell you the truth, I am great A faithful follower of the sages of the lineage, and therefore spent some time praying alone in the house before moving to that house."
"is that useful?"
The fat businessman asked enthusiastically.
"I don't know. After all, I've never seen a ghost or ghost in my house. It's probably just a silly legend of the small townsfolk."
While talking, he took a sip from his teacup, and the conversation continued to develop according to his control.
Pretending to be inadvertently stunned, then tentatively asked:
"Could it be that you have encountered that problem too... Sorry, I don't think this kind of thing is suitable for sharing with others."
He shook his head as he spoke, apologetically.
"You don't need to apologize, there's nothing hard to say... Do you think prayers will help?"
Mr. Nelly's words are equivalent to an indirect acknowledgment of what happened to him.
"With the liberty to ask, what is your religion..."
"A traveler with a contract priesthood."
Jenkins nodded, sat up straight and looked at his partner:
"I'm glad that you also believe in righteous gods. Then pray, try to pray to your own god!"
Chocolate lay on Jenkins' lap, his body rolled into a ball. It slightly opened its left eye, looked up at the man who was trying to perform, moved its nose slightly, and then closed its eyes again. It has always known that Jenkins is good at acting, but today's performance is definitely beyond all previous performances.
"Is that all right?"
Mr. Nellie asked in disbelief, as if feeling absurd.
"Of course, devout prayers are enough. Don't you believe in the greatness of the Righteous God?"
Jenkins believed that his expression must be very religious at the moment.
"No, no, of course I believe it!"
He hastily declared, hesitated and asked again: "So how pious is it?"
"Be very religious, very very religious."
Jenkins nodded and replied, deliberately emphasizing the pronunciation of the word "very", but the expression on his face showed that he took it for granted.
The corners of Mr. Nelly's mouth twitched a few times, he reached out to touch his nose, and leaned back after sitting upright.
Mr. Writer chuckled lightly, expressing his understanding of his attitude:
"Of course, if you really encounter that kind of troublesome thing, you can also find a professional exorcist to solve it. I heard that this kind of occupation is not uncommon now."
"Hmph, they're all liars!"
Jenkins chuckled again. According to the information found by the church, those who claimed to be able to exorcise demons found by Mr. Nelly were indeed very few who were gifted. But the key lies in the fact that the level is too low, and this evil spirit that has haunted him from Cheslan to Fidetictli is obviously not an easy target to deal with.
"Then what about the church? The Orthodox Church provides blessings, baptisms and other ceremonies to all believers. Although it is paid for, given your wealth, you probably don't care."
"this… "
The merchant's thick lips moved, but no more sound came out.
Like most people in this era, businessmen fear and worship God from the bottom of their hearts. He has done something bad himself, so he is not willing to go near the church, and even would rather endure the entanglement of evil spirits than...
"The mistakes he has made are by no means as simple as the church is currently investigating."
Jenkins has already confirmed this in his heart. He took a look at his pocket watch from his chest pocket with a smile on his face, and then called the chocolate to climb on his shoulder:
"It's getting late, I think it's time to say goodbye. May our cooperation go well..."
"please wait a while!"
said Mr. Nelly, wiping the sweat from his brow, and licking his lips:
"Lord Williamette, please..."
"Relax, I'm not the kind of person who likes to spread other people's privacy."
"No, no, that's not what I meant to say. I trust your character, you are definitely the most upright and kind gentleman I know! Please help me, I think you must have a way!"
Jenkins shook his head, picked up the hat hanging on the hanger behind the door and put it on his head:
"Sorry, although I grew up in this city, I don't know any exorcists."
"but… "
He hesitated for a moment, "You can exorcise demons for me! Yes, didn't you do it in the house you live in?"
"But that house is haunted, it's just a townsman's rumour, and maybe what people see is actually just a night thief. And—"
He shook his head regretfully: "Only regular priests recognized by the church are qualified to baptize and bless believers. Sorry, I am not a priest."
"But no one will know, I will never talk nonsense! And whether it is useful or not, I will pay you a lot of money..."
Seeing the displeased expression immediately on Jenkins' face, he hastily added:
"Please save me, a kind person like you will never die! Yes, please save me, Baron William, or I will die!"
Regardless of his image, he rushed towards Jenkins, then knelt down on the red carpet and began to sob:
"Please save me, I'm really fed up, that thing, that thing..."
Tears fell drop by drop on the carpet, making the red color deeper.
And at an angle he couldn't see, the corners of Jenkins' mouth turned up, and in less than a second, it changed into the embarrassed expression just now.
Unable to bear Mr. Nelly's repeated requests, Jenkins finally reluctantly agreed to his request. But he repeatedly stated that his actions were only to help those in need. Although it violated the church's regulations, it was also a righteous act.
He doesn't need Mr. Nelly's payment, but if the merchant really wants to thank him, he can go to the Sage's Church and find a reason to make a donation.
Mr. Nelly was almost moved to tears.
Of course, Jenkins believes that his acting skills are also very superb.
Now that the matter has been discussed, Mr. Nelly is unwilling to wait any longer. He couldn't wait to ask Jenkins if he needed to prepare anything, but Jenkins said he didn't need anything.