After the huge explosion, there was no movement at night, and Jenkins couldn't sleep, so he whispered:
"Chocolate, how many times do you think it will be fried tonight?"
"Meow~"
In fact, he didn't care about the answer, he just wanted to test whether his cat had the same insomnia as himself.
The residents of Nolan City probably couldn't get a good night's sleep that night. Before dawn, there were three explosions accompanied by loud noises.
As a result, the next day, that is, in the morning of December 24, the focus of people's attention was not the news in the morning paper, because there must be no early morning events on it, but the focus of attention was on talking with friends and guessing what happened.
Because I can go to Papa's Antique Store later, after breakfast, Jenkins helped sort out the books that fell off the shelves last night in the library, while waiting to meet Captain Bincy and others who might know the truth. people.
He quickly waited for the result. A group of seriously injured givers were carried into the church on stretchers from the back door of the church. This was Jenkins' work.
There were thirteen wounded in this group, and each of them had red marks like whiplash, and there were also marks left by creatures like electric eels attacking humans.
The rest of the wounds are easy to heal, but this kind of wounds can't even be healed with [Healing Breath]. It wasn't until the [Life Orb] was taken out as an aid and mixed with a little flame of the [Immortal Purifying Candle] that the scars disappeared, but they still remained on the skin.
The more critical issue is that the wounded are still unconscious.
"What's going on here?"
The people who sent the wounded back didn't know either. They only knew that a fierce battle broke out between high-level benefactors in the small factory area on the river bank. Including Miss Bevanna, at least four demigod bestowers belonging to the Orthodox Church appeared on the battlefield.
And this group of wounded was the first team to enter the explosion factory area for investigation last night. The members were from the Church of the Night and the Hidden, the Church of Knowledge and Books, and the Church of the Sea and Exploration.
Although Jenkins' treatment was not completely effective, at least the wounded's condition showed no signs of further deterioration.
When I saw Miss Bevanna again, it was already the evening of this day. Jenkins was reading the evening paper, wondering how the secular side understood the night's explosion, when Captain Bincy stumbled over and informed him to go to Miss Bevanna's office.
Miss Bevanna was injured, and she had the same scars on her right arm as those injured this morning. The red and swollen scars were even stronger, but she was not unconscious.
"What the hell happened?"
Jenkins held the woman's smooth wrist, and the green smoke quickly passed between the two. The Orb of Life was suspended in front of Jenkins, and the green light was like a green flame burning in the air.
"The son of the evil god has appeared."
Miss Bevanna's tone revealed exhaustion. She stretched out her intact left hand and pushed a strand of long hair back behind her ear against the setting sun from the window.
"Yesterday, the first batch of investigation teams did not show up, so I knew something serious happened. There are probably no living people in the factory area. The cultists have started all the steam engines, and the harmful gas produced is lingering in Nolan City. The fog layer above was completely absorbed by the Son of God. We tried to interrupt this process, but unfortunately failed."
Jenkins was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood why the weather was so good today, and also understood that the scars that could not be erased were probably caused by divine power.
"Then now..."
"It has absorbed too much power from the fog and blocked the entire factory area by itself. We can't enter, and it probably won't be able to come out until it wakes up... The application for the god drop has been passed to Beldylan. Jenkins, you'd better prepare For a moment, if the sage has time to meet his followers in the material world, he will most likely meet you."
This news is really too sudden, whether it is the sudden disturbance of the Son of God or the arrival of the sage. Although he had met the unknowable form of the great god more than once, he never imagined that he would meet a real god in human form.
"Will the sage discover my identity?"
He was thinking with some worry, but compared to when he first came to this world, this sense of panic has been reduced a lot.
"I have made a lot of contributions to the church, and I have not kept too many secrets."
He consoled himself, then thought again:
"Do you want to find a reason to go out and hide for a while?"
It's the worst idea, but also the surest. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, desperately hoping that the evil son of the evil god would explode by himself immediately, and he must not really attract the righteous god.
In the blink of an eye, it came to Tuesday. After saying goodbye to Hathaway and Miss Mihail in the evening, Jenkins looked at the sunset and felt melancholy again. The air quality in the city is beyond imagination. Even my father thinks that these two days are the best days since he lived in Nolan.
Strolling around looking for a carriage to return to the church, I somehow saw Agnes Howard, code-named "Miss Magic", hurrying over from the other side of the street, and the two passed each other.
"It is none of my business."
He said to himself in his heart, continue to move forward.
But before he took two steps, he saw the sneaky Mr. Liverpool across the street looking at the club's lobby. He was a lot more careful this time, not letting the club's security guards find him, but that suspicious behavior has already attracted the attention of passers-by.
"Why is it him again... It has nothing to do with me."
He shook his head, stopped, bought an evening paper from the newsboy, and continued walking down the street.
But he stopped after a few steps, and turned to look at Liverpool who was still there.
"I keep running into him recently. This is definitely not a good sign. Let's solve this matter thoroughly this time. This is a good opportunity."
While thinking, he strode across the street with big strides, gradually approached Mr. Liverpool under the cover of pedestrians, and then suddenly patted him on the shoulder.
"Oh~"
He was startled, and then realized that standing in front of him was an acquaintance.
"Oh, it's Baron Williams. Good afternoon. Nice to meet you."
He said with some fear, his face with pimples lowered, not daring to look into Jenkins' eyes.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Liverpool."
Jenkins' palms tightly grasped his shoulders, and in order not to attract the attention of passers-by, he turned sideways to block his movements.
"Maybe I'm meddling, but I'd love to know, what are you doing right now?"