"It's been a long time, Burns. If it wasn't for that letter, I wouldn't have known you had become a scribe. We haven't seen each other for so many years, you are so old!"
The old grave guard with an oil lamp looked very happy. He opened the gate with a thick key, and then led them along the stone road through the tombstones and into the tower.
The area on the first floor of the tower building is entirely the reception room, and the furniture is all new, but because the gas lamps on the walls are too old, the light yellow tone dyes the interior with an old atmosphere. Coupled with the quiet atmosphere here, Jenkins felt that he would not want to live alone in this kind of place.
Mr. White, an acquaintance of the professor, enthusiastically seated the two of them and prepared tea for them. The professor and the cemetery first recounted the past, and then chatted about the news of the city.
The news that the gravekeepers got from the church of death and the end of the day was slightly different from the news that the scribes got. According to the professor and Jenkins, the Orthodox Church hadn't found any clues about the skull sword in just one day, but White quietly told the two that an amazing discovery had actually been made.
Due to confidentiality reasons, he did not tell the two what happened. But he blinked and hinted that there would be bigger news tomorrow morning.
Jenkins fell asleep with anticipation when he got home, and the next morning, the sound of slamming the door really brought him big news.
It was not yet dawn at that time, but the wind outside the house was very loud. Jenkins was originally dreaming, standing in a dense forest and looking up at a young tree, when he heard chocolate kicking the tree trunk at his feet, and then realized that someone was knocking on the door.
Reaching out to touch the pocket watch next to the pillow, it's just past five o'clock. No light could be seen through the gaps in the curtains, only the fireplace was still burning to provide light and heat.
"Who is it?"
He got up with his eyes closed, feeling sick from lack of sleep. Wearing slippers, he went to the wall and turned on the knob of the gas lamp, then dragged his sleepy body and opened the door.
The wind and snow came oncoming unexpectedly, and it was obviously the end of winter, but the astonishing heavy snow dyed the whole street silver without knowing it. Jenkins, who was only in his pajamas, shivered and felt himself fully awake.
"Oh, sage, what kind of weather is this? Come in, Captain Bincy, and I'll get you some hot tea. You must be freezing too."
"It's too late for tea! Get in the car!"
The middle-aged man was wearing a black hat, but a layer of snow had already accumulated on the brim of the hat. He reached out to grab Jenkins, his eyes wide as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.
"Put on your clothes and go back to church with me, something serious has happened."
When I went out, I almost left the chocolate at home, but it only took ten minutes to start in a hurry. When we arrived at the main entrance of the church, it was still dark, but the howling wind and snow became more and more alarming.
Jenkins and Captain Bincy braved the wind and stepped up the steps to the main hall. They shook off the snow on their bodies and hats at the door, and cleaned the soles of their shoes on the mats before they dared to enter the church.
The four-story building behind the temple complex was almost turned into a hospital, and wounded were still being transported in as Jenkins made his way across the courtyard. Most of these people are ordinary people, but the bestowers also account for a considerable proportion.
"Is this a war?"
Jenkins asked suspiciously, after all, this number of casualties is too astonishing.
Of course, Jenkins was called here to help with the treatment. He is now the best healer of the Church of the Sages in this diocese, and there is no one. But the number of people who needed treatment was too large, so in desperation they could only select the benefactors first, and then selectively treat the seriously injured.
During the busy period, I probably heard what happened. It was probably that the Church of Death and the End of the World tracked down the sword by some means, but when the troops of the Orthodox Church arrived, they discovered that the large cemetery was actually trap.
A large number of dead emerged from the soil and fought with the living, while the demigods were entangled by some strange and terrifying undead creatures. The battle started in the middle of the night, and when Jenkins arrived at the church, almost all the undead had been wiped out, but the casualties of the living were equally heavy.
Most of the wounded who could be transported back were not fatally injured, and after almost an hour of treatment, the church confirmed that it was safe, and had to call Jenkins directly to the front line.
The cemetery seemed to have been thoroughly planed. Jenkins had never seen so many human bones. Snowflake buried those bones and rotting corpses little by little, but the soaring stench couldn't be covered up no matter what.
This is the outskirts of Nolan City, and the nearby small villages have been evacuated. Traces of the battle can be seen everywhere. After Jenkins got off the carriage, he was led to see Miss Bevanna.
She didn't look hurt, but the clothes on her body were dirty, and the black stains gave off a strong stench, but Jenkins didn't point this out.
She was exhausted, but she still told Jenkins to pay attention to safety before letting Captain Bincy lead him to treat the injured.
This kind of busyness lasted until ten o'clock in the morning, and almost all the dying people were pulled back, and the rest returned to the embrace of God. The final safety determination was still going on near the cemetery. Jenkins could not get close, so he could only find an empty carriage at the entrance of the village and sit on the front edge of the carriage to rest.
The snow is still falling, and I don't know who I am mourning for. It was supposed to be the last snow before next winter, and Jenkins looked up at the sky, his face covered in snow from the chocolate-shocked car roof.
After everything was settled, the setting sun reluctantly shined on this small piece of land through the thick layer of fog. Accompanied by Miss Bevanna, Jenkins walked into the cemetery, where there were still a large number of benefactors searching for the remains of the undead. In order to prevent the plague, these things must be purified by divine magic and then burned, so as to completely eliminate the disaster.
The gravekeeper's hut was the destination of the two of them, and Nolan's five churches arranged for guards there at the same time. Of course, these people would not stop Miss Bevanna.
"Are there many sacrifices?"
Jenkins asked worriedly. Compared with fatigue, discomfort was the main reason for his sorrow.
"Seventeen benefactors of the Orthodox Church died, and the casualties of ordinary people are still being counted."
Fortunately, they attached great importance to this operation, and the battle started unexpectedly, but in fact, everyone was ready to face the undead.