John is wearing a loose black coat today, and the trousers are the flared trousers that are popular among young people now. The buttons of the shirt had obviously been replaced, and judging from the style, Mary should have picked them herself.
At a glance, he saw Jenkins leaning against the tree with a straight face, his whole face was flushed red.
"I… "
"John Wells Williams! Why are you here? I remember that was not what you said at dinner last night."
Jenkins himself was surprised by the stern voice.
"I… "
John looked very embarrassed.
"I met my mother at the post office in the afternoon, and she asked me to send the textbooks you left at home to Sal Five Star Street. Do you know, John, lying is a very shameful behavior, and I am ashamed of you!"
The young man was speechless. He lowered his head and walked to his brother, quietly bearing the accusation that made people want to crawl into the cracks in the ground.
"Now tell me, why are you here?"
"Because everyone is coming..."
John explained in a low voice.
"So you're here?"
"Yes."
He responded even more quietly, pausing, and before Jenkins could speak again, added: "And Miss Hoover is coming..."
Jenkins froze for a second before remembering who he was referring to.
Since his eldest brother, Newman Williams, was away all year round, John would sometimes share his secrets with Jenkins before someone who took the magpie's nest arrived.
Among them, he had a crush on his classmate Jennifer Hoover.
"oh… "
For a moment Mr. Writer didn't know what to say, he had no experience in these matters.
"Is this the first time you have come out to play while you are studying?"
he asked again.
John lowered his head, and it took him a long time to reply: "No, the third time."
Jenkins clicked his mouth and snorted coldly again, actually he didn't know how to deal with this matter. But he quickly found a good idea:
"I hope you can confess this to Mary and Robert when you get home."
"Yes I know."
John didn't object, maybe he also knew that the objection was invalid.
That's enough to say, Jenkins doesn't have much time, and he has to go back to the city to prepare for the evening banquet. He bent down and picked up the cat at his feet, then took out a few banknotes from his pocket and stuffed them into John's hand:
"Go back and admit your mistakes when you get home, and I hope to hear this discussion when I get home next weekend."
"This is… "
John looked at the banknotes in his hand in bewilderment, and the queen smiled at him on the banknotes.
"Pocket money, take it, my savings are at least more than Newman's now."
After finishing this matter, Jenkins felt that his whole body was immersed in a wonderful sense of pleasure. He watched John walk towards his companion with a smile, and then took off the dead leaves around Chocolate's ears. Just as he was about to turn around, the chain in the front pocket of his jacket vibrated crazily.
The place where he talked with John was not far from the path in the forest farm, so the nearby trees were very sparse. Quickly looked around, but found no approaching creatures.
He blinked again, and in the direction John was walking, the black light was faint but very conspicuous.
"Goddess, what's the matter?"
The vibration of the chain means that there is definitely danger nearby. If the people in front are strangers, Jenkins will definitely summon the unicorn to fly away from this area at this moment, and then return to the church to organize people to search the vicinity from bottom to top.
But John was right in front, and he couldn't turn around and leave. In addition, Chocolate didn't seem to feel any danger, and the vibration frequency of the chain wasn't too fast. He only hesitated for a breath, and then decided to follow up to see what was in front of him.
John and his classmates were so vigilant that they didn't notice a grown man with a cat following them all the time.
A group of people continued to move forward, and when Jenkins ventured closer, he even saw John's classmates asking him what he was doing just now.
"I saw a rabbit."
The distance was too far, and Jenkins could only see John's embarrassed expression. The meaning of that sentence was guessed based on the shape of his mouth. But this is obviously not a good excuse. If Jenkins answered, he would definitely say that he had a sudden abdominal distension and went to solve his personal problems.
In the forest farm in winter, only a few trees still have leaves, but the thick trunks are enough to hide the figure of a man of standard build.
He followed the group of energetic young people along the forest path for another half an hour, and then, led by a girl, they left the path and entered the depths of the forest. Jenkins guessed that she was the daughter of the owner of this forest, Miss Madison, otherwise she shouldn't be so familiar with this place.
They were headed in the same direction as the black aura Jenkins had seen, and they arrived at their destination around four o'clock in the afternoon. From above the trees in front, the dome of a broken church building can be seen in the distance.
After approaching, it turned out to be an abandoned church standing in the middle of the woodland. The walls, pillars, and dome of the church are all made of a stone material that looks good in texture, but due to serious damage, only half of the door with a large hole remains.
From Jenkins' point of view, you can look inward from the door. There are some benches in the chapel, and a lot of garbage on the ground. But no cobwebs, no floating dust.
A faint black aura permeates from all parts of the building, but strangely, this color is very pale compared to the monsters seen before, but it is the same as the one in the basement where Jenkins first encountered the doomsday slate. Corpses that have been artificially horned exhibit a similar concentration of auras.
"Is this church a dangerous object made by humans? Or is it the prototype of a strange thing that has not yet been born?"
He swallowed, seeing the young men walking in while talking.
According to the common rules of the Orthodox Church, buildings like churches and shrines have extraordinary religious significance. Even if it is discontinued for some mandatory reasons, it cannot be completely discarded like this.
The general approach is to change it to a charity organization, or donate it as a welfare home. Even if it is a desolate place that cannot even be demolished, at least a priest will be left to guard it.
It can be deduced from this that the small church in front of him definitely does not belong to the Orthodox Church.
After everyone entered the church, Jenkins leaned over cautiously. He was posted on the wall next to the church door, just in a position to hear what the people inside were saying.