"I know something about Miss Knight's ancestors. I mean the ancestors on the maternal side. If the information and the records in the "Ancient Glory: Those Heroes and Legends" are correct, then her ancestors are likely to have been The missing dragon knight."
"Oh~"
Jenkins sighed softly, "Sounds amazing, so she went to the Evergreen Forest to have a relationship with that Nieder Holgen?"
"I'm not sure. You need to find out about this, Audrey, or Father Scott who is stationed in the Evergreen Forest. But I talked to that dragon, it is very knowledgeable and kind, I think if there is Opportunity, you can also try to talk to it.”
the Bishop suggested, and Jenkins realized that he never seemed to speak to the dragon. Maybe we can take advantage of the opportunity to go to the evergreen forest for baptism in a few weeks to meet it. Long-lived species that can talk normally are not so easy to meet.
The bishop was fine this afternoon, so he talked with Jenkins for a while. You can often hear some interesting stories from his mouth, which is the favorite of the original owner Jenkins in his childhood. Now Jenkins also likes those fantasy stories, and he always likes to spy on those safe secrets.
Somehow the conversation came to the sect of false gods, and Jenkins mentioned followers of the God of Music. Bishop Parode also knew those people very well, and it seemed that he knew a little too much.
"... That's it, so, not under special circumstances, if the believers of the great [Wonderful Movement] come to the church for help, the church will definitely not hesitate to provide convenience. The church of the sage and the sect of the god of music have existed since many epochs ago As far as the relationship is friendly. Although Nolan City does not seem to have such believers, but in the art capital of the Kingdom’s interior—Arakel City in Sekelim County, or Muir Mode City, the city of music in the Kingdom of Chesland , believers of the God of Music often haunt our church."
"Um?"
Jenkins has never heard of this, because people are always reluctant to talk about the relationship between the Orthodox Church and false god believers. Even Hathaway didn't tell him about her sect, and Jenkins sometimes even suspected that Hathaway was the only follower of the God of Music.
"Do you have any questions?"
Seeing Jenkins' puzzled expression, the bishop asked cheerfully. He was happy to answer questions for young people.
"I used to think that believers in righteous gods and false gods were incompatible, but I didn't expect..."
"Oh, young man, it seems that you haven't read enough books. But I think Papa Oliver should have told you about the relationship between the believers of the God of Guns and the believers of the God of War, the relationship between the believers of the God of Music and us It's about the same."
Speaking of this, the bishop exhorted:
"I know that you have read a lot of historical books and religious classics, but you are not interested in books published in recent years. I suggest you read: "Teaching You to Identify the Holy Emblem of the Church" and "My Friends Are Around , or Asking the Heretics: We Don't Need to Face Gun Barrels, these modern books are useful."
"Okay, I made a note."
He actually took out the notepad he was carrying with him from his pocket, and used a pencil to write down what Bishop Parode recommended. The bishop looked at the oil painting on the wall and smiled. He just liked Jenkins' attitude.
Originally, I wanted to go to the restaurant with the bishop in the evening, but a priest called him away at around 5 o’clock. It seemed that an 80-year-old believer from the countryside of Nolan came to the city after a long journey. Everyone thought it was best for the bishop to go and meet him. meet.
Jenkins, who was extremely bored, still couldn't find Fenny. After inquiring with a passing nun, he found out that the children in the choir were still in class.
He strolled to the underground Vientiane Gate again, where the secret keeper Corinthor sat on a wooden chair against the wall, with his hands folded on his chest and his head bowed. Hearing the sound, he stretched out his hand and took off the hat covering his face. Seeing that it was Jenkins, he greeted him with a smile.
Colin Shire was the youngest of the official keepers in the suburbs of Nolan, but although he looked young, his actual age was probably older than Robert Williams.
Jenkins had wanted to see Mr. Smith, but since he was not there, it would be good to have a chat with Mr. Collinshire.
"Are you on duty today?"
"Yes, it has been in the past week. I heard that something big happened at the pier? Dad just came over."
"Papa came? Did he say anything?"
"Complaining about the believers of the god of lies who smashed the shop windows, and then looked up A-12-1-0044 [Skull Sword of the Revenant]..."
Having said that, he looked at Jenkins:
"So, the sword really appeared again?"
"I don't know, Miss Bevanna isn't here, but... I hope not."
Mr. Collinshire had a worried look on his face.
In fact, Jenkins wanted to inquire about the woman with the blood of the praying mantis this time. The last time I heard that she had taken the blood awakening potion, I didn't hear the follow-up. Jenkins was very interested in this matter.
The investigation has indeed made new progress. The secret keeper Colin Shire told Jenkins that the main ingredient of the potion had been extracted from the woman's blood. Using some divination methods, there is no difficulty in supplementing the potion.
It's just that this potion is only specially formulated for specific people, and even if it is restored, it is of little value. The Church just hoped to be able to rely on this to find the person who prepared the potion. After all, fundamentally speaking, the maker of the potion was the culprit who caused the murder.
Before leaving, Jenkins heard one more thing. It was about the information he found from the doctor who raised monsters during his vacation in the snow mountain. In those materials, information similar to the awakening of the ancient blood was also found, and half of the ingredients of the potion were found in the woman's blood.
The doctor's information came from unknown people in Shire City, which made the church suspect that the original owner of those materials in Shire City had now come to Nolan and planned a conspiracy. Although the focus of the diocese is still on the undead, the investigation of this matter has not been relaxed because of this.
Because it is impossible to enter the door of Vientiane with chocolate, and the cat is unwilling to come to Jenkins. So Jenkins did not enter the secret library to search for information, but returned to the ground with the cat to prepare for dinner.
When passing by the courtyard, I also took a look at the seeds of those fantasy flowers with the cat. They were covered under the snow, and because they didn't absorb enough life spirits, they couldn't enter the next stage for the time being.
PS: Subscriptions have been sluggish for half a month in a row (cover your face), are they all fattening up, or I can’t write anymore (cover your face). See you at three tomorrow.