According to Miss Bevanna and Mr. Smith, under the singing of the choir and the gaze of the crowd, Jenkins walked towards the pond along the path formed by the priests in white robes.
Whenever he passed by, the priests sprinkled water, flowers and other items with holy meanings on him. So when I walked to the pond, my whole body was wet.
The next step is to take off and soak in the pond, and then Miss Bevanna will preside over the christening ceremony. He just needs to wait.
But Jenkins really couldn't undress in front of so many people.
He looked at Miss Bevanna, who had changed into another outfit, with pleading eyes. She looked straight into Jenkins' eyes and pretended not to understand the meaning.
Turning his head to look behind him again, there were at least fifty people looking at him.
"This is so..."
He had never hoped that an accident would happen so much, and when his right hand was raised and placed on the button, the gods seemed to have heard Jenkins' thoughts, because the accident actually happened.
First, Miss Bevanna, who was standing closest, gave a soft "huh", and then the secret keeper standing at the front of the line raised her head unexpectedly.
Jenkins immediately followed his gaze and looked up at the sky. The air in the suburbs was good, and he could see the sun, the moon and the stars. And just after the last rays of the setting sun disappeared, the two moons in the sky became clearer.
But at this moment, a small black spot appeared on the edge of the blue moon, and after a few seconds, it was found that the black spot was getting bigger and bigger. The red moon has not changed, and still emits a bleak light there.
"A lunar eclipse?"
Jenkins couldn't believe his luck. The last baptism was interrupted because of a solar eclipse, but the second time it was interrupted for a similar reason.
A real mystic ritual has very strict requirements on time, celestial phenomena, and environment, so when encountering such a situation, the baptism must not continue.
As he returned to the church in the carriage, he was still thinking about whether this lunar eclipse was a normal celestial phenomenon. But judging from Miss Bevana's expression, it was more likely that she was abnormal.
It's a red world outside.
When he first came to this world, Jenkins felt weird and uncomfortable with the red and blue moonlight at night, but after half a year passed, he gradually began to get used to it. But with the blue moon disappearing tonight, coupled with the unusually good weather, the light of the red moon can be projected directly to the ground, and the city at night seems to be shrouded in blood. Even if it is silent, it makes people feel Unusually weird.
He was escorted back to the church by a nervous crowd with his cat in his arms, and was ordered not to go out. Afterwards, Miss Bevanna and the scribes of the combat unit disappeared, and even the father who had been silent all this time was nowhere to be found.
He didn't know what the lonely moon and sky meant, but according to various knowledge and rumors about vampires, those guys who could manipulate blood might appear and cause trouble.
It was not yet seven o'clock, and he didn't want to go to bed so early, so he found Bishop Parode in the prayer room. When he saw the old man, he knelt on the mat alone, praying to the holy emblem with his eyes closed, which is what the bishop does every day.
"Come back? So soon? It seems that I am really old, and even the sense of time has become so bad."
No extra items can be carried on the body when praying, and there is no clock in the prayer room, so the bishop does not know what time it is.
"No, something happened again."
Jenkins himself felt embarrassed, although all the accidents were not caused by him.
The two walked outside together. Bishop Parode raised his head and noticed the abnormal celestial phenomenon tonight.
His eyes were a little dazed, and he stretched out his hand to signal Jenkins to stand beside him:
"Since the beginning of this year, the stars, the sun and the moon have become more and more abnormal. Jenkins, do you know that when the last lunar eclipse occurred, I was about your age."
That should have been half a century ago.
"Although I am not someone like you who can go deep into the world, I can still feel that the world is changing. This is traceable in history. Even though most of the pre-epoch history has been lost, the ancient myths and myths that have been handed down In religious legends, catastrophes and world turmoil have always appeared together."
Bishop Parode has read a lot of books, especially in religious classics. Some of the books he read when he was young have been lost, but the bishop can restore at least 60% of those books with his own memory, which is quite a powerful memory.
"So the moon has something to do with the disaster?"
Jenkins asked following the topic just now, and looked up at the night sky with the bishop.
"Yes, whether it's folk tales or the records of the Orthodox Church, there are relevant records. We even have sufficient reasons to believe that the end of the 12th century was due to the mutation of the blue moon. Even before In ancient and even more unverifiable myths, there is a saying that in the most primitive starry sky, the moon is neither blue nor red."
This is the first time Jenkins has heard of this statement. Whether it is Dad or Professor Burns, the moon they know can only be traced back to the monochrome blood moon at the farthest. As sure as Bishop. Since the bishop was able to say this to Jenkins in a certain tone, he should have read about it in a lost book.
"So what are the records about the original starry sky?"
Jenkins asked, he didn't want to find out the secret this time, but just continued the conversation in the right scene and in the right context.
The bishop shook his head, but his tone was very relaxed: "It's hard to say. After all, they are things that cannot be proven. They may even be ravings written by a lunatic. After several epochs, they become recorded myths."
He sighed, not knowing what he thought of, and added:
"But the most credible records hold that the primordial moon was yellow."
Not far away, Chocolate was lying beside the flowerbed, spitting out the bright yellow bead.
It squinted and looked up at Blood Moon, then turned to look at the two men who were chatting, opened its mouth wide and yawned, and swallowed the beads back into its stomach.
"Meow~"
The cat was lying there, looking at the nursery in front of it with its two little paws under its head.
The red moonlight seems to be subconsciously avoiding the cat, and its figure is shrouded in large swathes of shadow. But those cat pupils were surprisingly bright, a color comparable to moonlight.