"This is really a sage's blessing!"
Thinking of the thing that could permanently get rid of that trouble, he couldn't help but admire softly.
"Yes, it's really a sage's blessing. Eldron originally planned to start in March, and all the preparations were insufficient. A series of accidents forced the plan to start early, but it went quite smoothly. The Orthodox Church did not even Losing any hands! Not even any organized resistance!"
Miss Bevanna seemed to be in a really good mood, and even the scar on her right arm that hadn't faded could not change this.
"Could it be a hoax? I know that followers of the Prince of Lies are good at weaving lies."
"No, by the time Nolan Diocese received the news, it was all over. There is no scam, this time is really our victory."
Miss Bevanna said, indicating that Jenkins could check the documents she put on the table at will, which was the action report of Eldron City sent from the Holy See.
"Not only that, the church also found a large amount of information about Nolan City in the house on Luyin Avenue. Although it has been encrypted, those materials have been deciphered, and we have learned a lot of information related to the incident of the Son of the Cthulhu. Jenkins, this is really It is as if the sages and other righteous gods are blessing, and the diocese has grasped the whole story of this matter before even doing anything, which is really incredible. The only regret is that those believers should have a large number of Wealth, these are sinful. But we do not find them from the green avenue...”
The report in Jenkins' hands lists the entire process of the incident of the son of the evil god. It all starts with a monster three hundred years ago. At that time, the cult sect that was extremely active on the mainland learned the news of the end of the era in advance through that monster. Although they were wiped out by the Orthodox Church before they could do anything, the news spread.
After years of preparation and fermentation, several sects of evil gods joined together, intending to compete for the emblem of the savior by letting the Son of God appear in the world. Once successful, a divine creature with a human body will be the most favorable contender for the final victory.
"...what is the emblem of the Savior?"
Jenkins asked suspiciously, he still remembered that "I" had never heard of this word.
"You can think of it as a unique identity."
Miss Bevanna answered vaguely.
"Oh, that's how it is."
He nodded, pretending not to care. In the materials obtained by the church, there are almost all plans for the Son of God to incarnate, except that there is no record of the way for the Son of God to obtain the emblem of the Savior after the plan is successful.
The sacrifice that took place in New Truman City is already in the middle and late stages of the plan, and the house next to Jenkins was chosen as the place where the Son of God was born, which was planned a hundred years ago.
Looking deeper, the current length and streetscape of St. George's Street have a great connection with this group of people. Their plan, while unexpected, was generally going well until Jenkins mistakenly used the Ouija board out of curiosity. Otherwise, no one would even have known about the horrible events that would take place on St. George's Avenue a few months later.
"Based on this information, we will arrest all those involved. The sage will personally deal with the Son of God who is absorbing the mist, and then everything will be over."
Miss Bevanna said lightly that she has been under a lot of pressure recently.
"It must be the coming of the sage? I heard that other churches in Nolan City are also planning the coming of the gods."
He still has a fluke mentality.
"No, that's just a cover-up. Everything has been decided. Jenkins, you don't need to worry."
"No, that's why I'm so worried."
he thought sadly.
But even if he couldn't sleep because of worry, he couldn't find a suitable reason to stay away from Nolan in the near future. In fact, there are some numbered items or alien species that make people accidentally space transfer, such as A-07-2-3222 [Twisting Alley] or Lost Butterfly, but Jenkins' recent bad luck seems to have really run out.
The public class in the afternoon was arranged at the Nolan No. 1 Higher College where the professor worked. Because students from other schools and ordinary citizens were allowed to attend this class, the organizer specially chose the largest lecture hall in the school. But if this is the case, there are still many people who can only lie outside the window and listen.
After Jenkins met the professor an hour earlier, he had already discovered the extraordinarily lively atmosphere in the college today. And when he was chatting with Mr. Stephen Gries, the president of the University Federation, there was a riot at the gate of the school because a large number of carriages were blocked.
When they arrived at the door of the classroom, the people waiting in the corridor cheered. They spontaneously made way for Jenkins who was holding a notebook, and some people in the crowd kept shouting his name.
The entire lecture theater was already full, even the aisle between the desks and the activity area behind the classroom were full of people. Everyone waved and shouted at Jenkins, hoping to be noticed by the young nobleman and writer, but the dense crowd already made Jenkins uncomfortable.
Not only young students, but also children, women, middle-aged people and even old people wearing wigs can be found under the podium.
Although it was announced that this class would only talk about some topics related to literature, this did not affect people's enthusiasm for meeting Jenkins Williams.
Amidst the cheers, Jenkins walked up to the podium stiffly with the lesson plan in his hands.
Put those papers in order and put them on one side, and took out a cat from his arms and put it on the other side. No matter what he did, the crowd erupted in cheers and cheers.
Looking up and looking forward, the dense audience all looked at him, eager to hear what this handsome young writer had to say.
"Good afternoon, I didn't expect so many people to come. I think maybe we should change to a classroom as big as a civic square."
There were some laughter from under the podium. Miss Stuart said that in the occasion of a public speech, the opening remarks can deliberately create some jokes. Of course, some serious occasions absolutely can not do so.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Williamette!"
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Williamette!"
Such voices could be heard over the din, and someone outside the window even waved a hat to Jenkins.
"Please be quiet."
He smiled at the people, then raised his hands and pressed the palms down. Although sporadic voices sounded intermittently, most people really kept quiet.