Didn't fall asleep in front of his fireplace until three o'clock, but got up on time in the morning to go to work. While eating breakfast, it even felt like everything that happened last night was a dream, but Jenkins obviously couldn't deceive himself.
He couldn't hide his exhaustion at all, and when he arrived at Papa's antique shop, Papa had miraculously understood everything that happened last night.
Presumably because Jenkins' reason for being out was really to socialize, not to be bored wandering around the city, so Dad didn't blame him for being connected to last night's events. Just let him rest on the second floor of the antique shop all morning, and only walk down after lunch.
"Meow~"
Chocolate also kicked her legs and stretched, her eyes were narrowed into a line, and her mustache was trembling.
"Have you had enough sleep?"
"Enough sleep, in fact, a little rest is all right."
Jenkins yawned again, and straightened the vase on the cabinet next to him.
There is no doubt about what happened last night. All the Church can do is continue to investigate the cause of the mutation in the woman. Judging from yesterday's observation, the woman's body has been alienated into the appearance of a monster. Although she still maintains her human form, she is not human at all.
Jenkins's real eyes did not observe the black aura, but saw the blue light. This represents the heterogeneity, and the mantis-like woman has an obvious relationship with the heterogeneity, but I don't know what kind of hidden secrets there are.
"The awakening of the ancient bloodline, probably like this."
That was Dad's opinion, and he didn't seem surprised by it.
When I was having lunch, I saw the newspaper on the counter. I turned a few pages back and saw the news of the opera rehearsal. There was only a short paragraph of text without photos. Jenkins didn't care about the words of praise, but after knowing that the mainstream views were all praise, he was completely relieved.
Mr. Nellie has yet to negotiate a date with the opera house for the first public performance, but it is not expected to be later than spring. At the end of the icy winter, the opera by the great writer William Matt will be presented to the audience in Norland.
Monday was still a day without business as usual, and nothing worth noting happened except that Jenkins went to Santiaojie to collect bills in the afternoon.
In the evening, I continued to study with Miss Bevanna, and met Captain Bincy to talk about the issue of public security in the city. As usual, I ran into Fini. She and several other choir children were holding a stack of books, and they were walking towards the library behind an old priest.
Jenkins didn't bother her, but stood in the corridor far away, hugging the chocolate, grabbed its right front paw and waved it, making the children laugh.
"Meow~"
Chocolate doesn't sound very happy.
When I was about to leave the church, I met Professor Burns at the door of the church again. It is already ten o'clock in the middle of the night, and I didn't expect to meet the professor at this time. Jenkins knew that he would have a course on "Appreciation of Ancient Literature" every Tuesday morning.
"I happen to have something to do with you."
The professor walked out as he spoke, and Jenkins immediately understood that he had something to say that the church should not know.
The two walked to the street, first stood under the streetlight for a few seconds to see if there was anyone nearby, and then entered the dark alley. After walking out from the exit on the other side of the alley, seeing that there were no street lights on this street, he stood at the intersection where it was easy to observe the surroundings and talked.
"Since 'that' gentleman's party last time, I've been wanting to find you, and I'm a little busy recently and don't have time."
The last time Mr. Corpse's meeting and Mr. Hood's meeting coincided, Jenkins decisively abandoned the former, and the professor promised to help deliver the news.
Professor Burns was wearing his usual khaki coat with a black cap. He seemed in good spirits, but a little nervous.
"Nothing worth noting happened at the party, and finally 'that' gentleman reminded us to be careful of the fog around the city recently."
The night wind at the street was a bit cold, and both Jenkins and the professor shrank their necks, which made their voices tremble.
"Peripheral? Just the surrounding fog?"
Jenkins grasped the key point keenly.
"Yes, says 'that' gentleman, do not touch the mists around the city at night. The mists there now contain too much of an indescribably dreadful component, which is mortal's own sin, nature's punishment, bestower The conspiracies and the influence of extraordinary things work together, at least it is more troublesome than the blood-sucking xenomorphs."
"Oh, this is really..."
Jenkins was speechless in surprise. At the end of the vampire incident, he almost got the calamity beast out of the moon many epochs ago.
"The church... oh sir, I will definitely hand over the paper to you by next week, please give me a little more time. Beautiful girls are always too enthusiastic, I shouldn't be focusing on..."
The drunk man who was coming from a distance stumbled forward while leaning on the wall, he didn't seem to notice Jenkins' performance, and turned around the corner. Half a minute later, Jenkins heard vomiting from half a street away, and he and the professor frowned at the same time.
"Does the church know about this? I mean the fog."
"Of course I know, the fog outside the city is extremely abnormal, and the church noticed it at the beginning of the year."
There are all kinds of things happening in Nolan every day, and Jenkins only knows the tip of the iceberg. Generally speaking, all he knows is related to himself, or has endangered the entire city.
Of course, in general the former and the latter overlap.
"After I got a reminder from 'that' gentleman, I paid special attention to it in the church. Now I can be sure that the composition of the fog outside the city is not purely polluted gas, but something even smaller and even unobservable is contained in it .We don’t know if this stuff is man-made or natural, but it’s definitely not a good thing.”
The professor's tone was very serious. He and Jenkins looked at the thin fog around them. There are also such things in the city at night. This is the normal "landscape" of this city with an extremely developed steam industry.
"Can the church clear them?"
"From the root, the air management bill can be done, but you can guess the thoughts of the nobles and parliamentarians of the kingdom. In the short term, it is difficult to temporarily clear them, at least the church has not yet found a suitable method. We need to intervene Only the overall policy of the kingdom can eliminate hidden dangers, but the difficulty of doing so is almost equivalent to letting another person sit on the throne."
Although the parliament exists, the power of the imperial power is still overwhelmingly huge. To change the country requires a decision from the man on the throne. The professor is right, but it's impossible.