Miss Bevanna didn't let Jenkins have a close look at the knife, and of course she didn't pull the knife out of its sheath, for safety's sake.
Jenkins sighed, since the son of the evil god was born again in a mortal body, the necessary birth process is still necessary. It was hard for him to imagine that ordinary scissors could cut the umbilical cord of a divine being, so it was indeed necessary to kill a powerful gifter to capture this small knife that could cut flesh.
"In addition to this dagger, we also found traces of some special items that have been lost for nearly half a year. Obviously, those people made sufficient preparations for the Son of God to be born as a human."
"Then New Truman City..."
Jenkins was taken aback for a moment, obviously there was something wrong with what happened a few months ago.
"That was a trap, making us mistakenly think that the Son of God failed to come into the world and could only flee. In fact, their goal from the beginning was to let Him be born again in Nolan. I think you should still remember A-12-4-6701,[Reaper's cloak fragment]."
"Yes."
This item was originally held by the Church of the End of Death in this city, but it was taken away a few months ago.
"This item is very likely to be used as a wrapping cloth after the birth of the Son of God. They have long planned to do so, which is why they failed in a weird way in New Truman City."
Just like the demon summoning and the mystery of the undead, this is obviously another thing that has been planned since a long time ago. It's just unfortunate that these "bombs" all went off at the same time and in the same place.
"Can you find them?"
"Still in Nolan... The Church of the Orthodox God is ready to call the gods to come to the world at any time."
At this time, the secret keeper who had been silent all this time said that it seemed that everyone had prepared for the worst.
At least on the surface, Jenkins just "unfortunately" lives next door to the widow in this matter.
Current investigations have shown that the house and basement of Mrs. Margaret's house, and even the underground soil, have been treated by extraordinary powers to form the most suitable environment for the son of God to come into the world. Jenkins moved to St. George's Avenue only a few months ago, when the planning had begun, so he was really just plain unlucky.
In addition, there was no fighting last night, and the biggest loss was that the glass was smashed by stones, so the church did not associate this incident with Jenkins, after all, he always encountered such bad luck.
The evening was sort of muddled, but Sunday afternoon had to be dealt with.
Earl Hessa's proposal was written by Jenkins and submitted directly to Bishop Parode. As for John's matter, his father notified him directly.
This incident was described as an accidental illegal sacrifice, and the biggest accident was the emergence of the new god believers-the twin demons.
"John has nothing to do, so he went home this morning. I told Robert and Mary that you have important things to deal with at church, so you can't go home for the time being."
Dad said so.
"Is he all right?"
Even so, Jenkins was well aware that the worst misfortune that could happen to John was to catch a cold.
"He is very good, but the church is not good... The matter of the believers of the new god and the son of the evil god are happening at the same time, and we already feel a little overwhelmed. The latter is more serious, so we can only relax our treatment of the believers of the new god recently. investigation, may the sage bless Nolan City!"
Pop finally yelled, but Jenkins was very pessimistic about it.
Unlike believers of the New God, who are invisible and intangible, like shadows, the strange scene that happened on St. George Street last night was discovered by many citizens. The subsequent appeasement work will not trouble Jenkins, but for safety reasons, the entire street is temporarily closed, and the residents are forced to move out temporarily. Even Jenkins can only take out his own things and temporarily live in the church.
Trapped in the church this Monday, he suddenly realized that he was often away from the antique shop recently. Even today is the same, Dad decided to temporarily close the shop for a day and supervise Jenkins to rest in the church, but in fact, he should be afraid that he would wander around and accidentally encounter bad luck that would destroy the city.
There's something wrong with the logic of this, because even if Jenkins can't touch them, the things that should exist still exist. But Dad is not a person who likes to reason with Jenkins, his angry appearance is indeed very scary.
Chocolate enjoys it, and it is also a daily care for the seeds of fantasy flowers. Now even some nuns know that a small area in the garden belongs to Mr. Williams's cat, so they are more diligent in watering and weeding.
But the flower buds in the pot at home didn't mean to grow at all, so Jenkins felt that the chocolate was just doing useless work, and those seeds were absolutely impossible to grow and bloom.
It was really a very boring day. Jenkins, who was grounded in the church, spent the whole afternoon proofreading Frozen with his father, and then was called to help assemble a spare steam engine.
Jenkins didn't know why he suddenly called him, but the process of assembling parts was really interesting. But after the fun is over, he's stuck in an even more uninteresting time.
Seeing Jenkins sitting on the bench in the corridor, watching Chocolate pushing beads not far away, the old man took the initiative to lean over and sit beside him, and then handed him a comb.
"Hmm... is my hair messed up?"
"Don't be silly, this is a loot from the incident you reported last week, forgot? The Love Comb! Just finished naming B-10-02-3491 today, Curse of the Love Comb!"
Blinking, it really was the comb with the blue aura. Its style is very ordinary, thick in the middle and slightly thinner on both sides, but the spacing between the comb teeth is very fine, and there is a red rune-like symbol above the comb teeth.
It didn't feel like a wooden product, but Jenkins couldn't guess what material it was made of.
"This is a bone product."
The old man answered this question, looking at the comb in Jenkins' hand, with a sigh of emotion on his face:
"This comb is made of ten percent elderberry, sixty-three percent lovebird skulls, fifteen percent human bones, and twelve percent bones of unknown creatures. Oh, you I probably don’t know about lovebirds. That kind of biological bird is a kind of bird that has disappeared in the material world. Their only extraordinary ability is to bless love. It’s hard for me to imagine the circumstances under which this comb was made. , but you should understand that the function of this item is no longer a blessing, but a curse."