There are also some items left in Jenkins' room that he didn't take away during his stay here during the Cthulhu incident. When I opened the drawer and saw some colorful candies, I realized that these were lucky candies that had not been handed out. I smiled and opened one and put it in my mouth.
Chocolate was still in bed at first, looking around as if inspecting the territory, seeing Jenkins' movements and immediately jumped over eagerly.
"Meow~"
It would have thought that the candies had all been sent by Jenkins.
It was almost early in the morning when I fell asleep, and I felt that I hadn't slept for a long time before I heard the sound of chaos in my ears, and it seemed that there was an army advancing outside the door. He hadn't had a good rest these past few days, and subconsciously believed that the church was absolutely safe, so he didn't worry about the outside things and continued to sleep.
After a while, Jenkins felt something get under the covers again. It belatedly realized that it was chocolate, and it was probably dissatisfied with the sound outside.
"What exactly is going on?"
It is sometimes difficult to fall asleep after being awakened in sleep, and Jenkins is currently in this state. He was a little impatient with his eyes closed, so he dragged his feet to get up from bed, and then opened the door in his pajamas and slippers.
When I opened the door, I ran into an acquaintance. It was a scribe who Jenkins could not name, but he had treated. Seeing Jenkins come out of the room with a surprised look on his face, and regardless of his current clothes, he could not help but pull him towards the main hall of the church.
The cat's body is hidden under the quilt, leaving only its nose exposed to breathe. It waited for a long time but did not wait for the real owner of this bed to come back, so it crawled out lazily, but only saw the empty corridor.
"Meow~"
It let out a melodious cry, jumped down from the bed, and then disappeared into the corridor sniffing Jenkins' scent.
A few seconds later, the cat ran back again, and the tentacles protruding from the shadows pulled the drawer open, and then swallowed all the candy.
This time I really chased after Jenkins's scent.
He was dragged to the main hall of the church, where the lights were brightly lit, as if the people in the church were about to hold a grand church mass. At this time, the huge holy emblem hanging high was emitting light visible to the naked eye, and a faint golden radiance filled every corner of the main hall. After Jenkins stepped in, he even felt a certain area of his forehead heating up, and the spirit in his body showed a more stable and majestic trend.
"Oh, sage, you really are protecting us!"
I don't know who saw Jenkins first, and then groaned, and the scribes who gathered in the main hall to pray, rest, recuperate and discuss immediately gave up their positions so that Jenkins could walk under the holy emblem.
A white skeleton is lying there, it is as white as milk, which is very abnormal. Black particles continuously ooze out from the bones, and the golden light spots descending from above are also constantly expelling these particles.
It's hard to say which side has the upper hand, the golden and black rays of light are interlaced and distributed on the bones, and then collide with each other and disappear.
The skeleton belonged to a man, but Jenkins could not tell its age or cause of death. At this moment, Miss Bevanna is presiding over the ceremony. The woman knelt on one knee in front of the holy emblem, leading a group of scribes to pray. This is a bit like the night when the water-absorbing bones were sealed, but Jenkins still doesn't know what happened tonight.
"Oh, Jenkins, that's a sage's blessing!"
Miss Bevanna beckoned Jenkins to walk over, and knelt down on one knee with him in front of the holy emblem. At this time, everyone was dressed solemnly except Jenkins, who was still in pajamas and cat slippers.
Jenkins estimated that no one would have prayed like himself before, and he didn't know if it was blasphemy. But since Miss Bevanna thinks this is no problem, then it should be no problem.
You can't talk casually while praying, so Jenkins can't ask what's going on. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw chocolate appearing on the edge of the main hall. He raised his head curiously to look at those beautiful golden spots, and then ran towards Jenkins without any hesitation.
Before touching him, he made a sudden turn and jumped onto the bench behind him, then waited obediently there.
Seeing that the cat is so obedient, Jenkins didn't care about its movements, and closed his eyes with peace of mind to join in the prayers.
There was darkness in front of him, and as his voice merged into the deep and sacred chanting, a golden light appeared in his vision. The body seemed to be soaked in warm water, and the exhaustion caused by lack of sleep was swept away.
He quietly opened one eye, and saw a stream of golden light appearing from top to bottom like a waterfall in front of him and washing over the skeleton. At this point all the black spots on the skeleton were gone, at least not observed by Jenkins.
He now understands that they should have successfully suppressed some kind of mutation.
It was already half an hour after everything was over. When Jenkins stood up, his legs felt a little numb, but fortunately, Miss Bevanna supported him, so he didn't fall to the ground.
The bone placed directly in front of it has now returned to its normal appearance, but careful observation reveals some faintly discernible magical runes surging on it, which is a seal against it.
"Miss Bevanna, what's the matter?"
Jenkins finally had a chance to say this. He watched Smith, the keeper of secrets, come out of nowhere and put the bones in a black box. Nodding at Jenkins, he walked towards the passage behind the main hall under the escort of a group of people behind him.
The scribes in the church seemed to be relieved, and they gathered in twos and threes to say hello, and then left through different passages. Someone walked up to Jenkins and Miss Bevanna to ask if there were any questions, and they were really relieved when they got an answer that everything was fine.
"The containment is out of control. The one just now is A-06-1-4408, which was originally contained behind the Vientiane Gate, [the curse of the remains of the shipwrecked]. This is a very dangerous monster. Only ships sailing in the open sea have It may be encountered on an uninhabited desert island. Once the crew touches it, whether it is buried or brought on board, it almost means that the entire ship will experience terrible things and die miserably. die.
Storms, shipwrecks, ghosts, betrayals, hallucinations, curses... These are actually a collection of resentments, containing extremely terrifying hatred for the living. Because of the special location of Norland Parish, every church in the city has something like this. "