The day Robert visited the antique shop, Miss Broniones was only seventh grade, but when the demigods appeared yesterday, she had already become a mortal demigod.
Jenkins was curious about what choice she had made in such a short period of time. But this is the biggest secret of every Bestower, and he can't ask rashly.
"Hello, Miss Audrey, hello, Miss Broniance!"
He walked around the fence of the cemetery to join the two ladies, who must have just arrived here, because the snow did not stain the mud on their shoes.
It took some time to examine the coffin, and now the sun was completely out of sight. In order to increase visibility, a large number of kerosene lamps are placed in the cemetery and along the path, and occasionally there are lights conjured up by the bestowers using supernatural abilities.
But because it was still snowing, it was difficult for those lights to travel very far.
"Jenkins, I knew you were here."
After the three met, they walked towards the village. Although there was still a distance between the cemetery and the village, because a large number of staff were busy now, the journey along the way did not look gloomy.
They were looking for Jenkins because Miss Audrey told Miss Broniones that Jenkins was learning divination from her. As Miss Audrey's "fellow", Miss Broniones must perform the blessing ceremony for Jenkins in accordance with the ancient tradition.
This was very common in ancient times, and the bestowers passed on to each other in the form of apprentices. But in modern times, only certain schools or religious orders that still retain ancient customs will do this.
"But I'm just learning the surface, isn't that a little...too serious?"
He said with some embarrassment.
"I know what you are worried about, Mr. William. We have already negotiated with the idle church on this matter, and there is no problem."
This is not a lie, because after that, the three returned to the church in the church's carriage. Smith, the keeper of the secret, explained the specific situation to Jenkins, because the school to which Miss Audrey and Miss Bronione belonged is not a subordinate of [Church of Destiny and Law], so theoretically speaking, there is no problem for Jenkins to join it .
The simple blessing was held in the spare parlor of the church. This is not a supernatural ceremony, but a unique witness. Hosted by Miss Broniones, Jenkins placed his right hand on an old crystal ball and unleashed his own soul symbol, the little tree, imprinting it in it.
This crystal ball is equivalent to a roster, which is used to record all the participants of the school. According to Miss Broniones, it is an item passed down from the last era, and there are more than 1,000 emblems in it.
As a celebration for Jenkins joining the school, Miss Audrey gave him an amethyst pendant. There are intricate rituals attached to this that bring good luck to the wearer for a year.
It's hard to say how much this will help Jenkins, but at least something is better than nothing.
"Not for food."
He had to remind the chocolate again to prevent it from getting stuck from eating this indigestible stuff by mistake.
The three chatted for a while before parting. Therefore, Jenkins knew that Miss Broniones would live in Nolan for a while, and at the same time, in accordance with the requirements of the Church of the Hermits, assist Nolan City to solve the crisis caused by the skull sword.
That sword has already threatened the entire continent, so forces other than Nolan will also get involved and try to resolve it before the crisis really erupts.
The only regret is that Jenkins' next interesting divination class is yet to be scheduled. Everyone is busy right now except Jenkins.
Miss Broniones is very interested in the course of the two of them, but as long as she reveals any signs of wanting to participate, Miss Audrey will suddenly change the topic.
The relationship between the two women is very strange, but Jenkins felt that he should not comment casually.
It was completely dark when he left the church. Considering that the two books requested by my father are still at home, I don't live in the church.
Speaking of which, he hasn't seen his father all day, and he doesn't know if the business of the antique shop is good today.
Thinking of this, he let the church's carriage take him to Fifth Queen's Road. When I saw the lights on the second floor of the antique shop downstairs, I knew that my father was still awake.
Without bothering his father, Jenkins returned to St. George's Avenue in a carriage with his cat.
I haven't come back since I left home in the morning, so when I opened the door, I immediately felt a little cold in the house. Turning on the gas lamp in the foyer, just as he was about to take off his snow-stained boots, he suddenly heard a bell ringing at the gate of the fence.
He hadn't closed the door of his room yet, so when he turned his head, he saw that the person who rang the bell was a homeless man wrapped in an old cotton coat. Because of the snowfall during the day, the temperature tonight is indeed a bit low. If you still go out according to the dressing standards of last night, the chance of catching a cold will be greatly increased.
"Hello, is there something wrong?"
Jenkins had never heard of people knocking on other people's doors at nine o'clock at night to beg. But since this is not the giver, and there is no strange color on his body, Jenkins doesn't mind talking to him.
He turned around and wanted to go out with the cat, but unexpectedly, Chocolate had already run to the sofa in the living room, and it seemed that he didn't want to go out again.
"Is there something wrong, sir?"
He could only go out by himself, along the path to the fence and chat with the visitor.
"Hello, sir, I have come to deliver the letter."
said the tramp in a trembling voice, and he lifted his head as he spoke, so that Jenkins could see his full face. It's not the first time the two have met. The homeless man disturbed Jenkins and Chocolate's sleep on a Saturday morning last week.
"Are we..."
"Yes, we met. It was Mr. Mason Piscoe who sent me the letter, sir. He asked me to do it. Although he is dead, I will keep my word."
As he spoke, he shook his body, trying to warm himself up.
"Mr. Pisco..."
The name made Jenkins trance for a while, and the playwright gave him quite a lot of guidance in that repeated thirty-one days.
"Did Mr. Pisco send you here?"
"Yes, Mr. Williamette."
The scavengers agreed, noticing that he was shivering from the cold, and Jenkins immediately invited him in. But the scavengers clung to the fence gate to prevent Jenkins from opening it, clearly not wanting to disturb others.