"The fog in the city? Oh, Jenkins, that's not the skull sword. The fog around the city spontaneously swept up with the undead, and after the undead failed, they spontaneously returned to their original positions."
The old man said worriedly, and handed the apple in his hand to Jenkins. After taking it, Jenkins thanked him softly, and broke it in half with both hands, giving the smaller half to the cat and the larger half to himself.
"That's no ordinary smog, and I actually don't know what it is. Damn, if the Air Protection Act went into effect sooner, we wouldn't be in trouble like this. The investigation has only just begun, and I don't think it will happen any time soon." There will be conclusions."
"What about the forest fire?"
The flames and clouds could no longer be seen outside, and Ye Yu also suppressed the smoke from the burning.
"It's long gone. The clouds parted after you passed out, and the first spring rains put out the fire. The evergreen forest probably burned a sixth of its area, but I think it only takes a spring for them to grow back Come back, it's so magical here."
The topic has reached this point, and it is finally time to touch on something that neither of them wants to mention. Jenkins was guilty, worried about being found out about what he had done; Dad was also guilty, worried that Jenkins would find out about the past of the Williams family.
"so… "
The young man hesitated, trying to find a suitable way to express his doubts. He was leaning on the head of the bed, unconsciously stroking the apple-eating cat with his right hand.
"So, what happened before?"
"How much do you remember?"
Dad asked, in fact, he wanted to know how much Jenkins knew. And this question was exactly what Jenkins wanted, and he needed to set the tone for it himself.
"I remember the form of the Holy Son's blessing, and then I ran out of strength and fell into danger..."
Then it was time for lies, a level of lying that Jenkins found easy.
"I was very desperate at the time, and then I vaguely heard some strange voices. There seemed to be whispers ringing in my ears, and the whispers seemed to come from the bottom of my heart. That feeling was very comfortable and gentle..."
Dad's face was all white.
"Power surged out from the ground under my feet, and the forest seemed to be integrated with me at that moment. Then I saw the chocolate that should have been sent away by me appear in the In the sky... I thought it was a black cat, and I think other people felt the same way, after all, the light was poor."
"Meow~"
The cat is to cater to the fortune teller's prophecy.
"After catching the Orb of Life, the power of nature and the forest fully emerged, and the starry sky also gave me strength somehow. Then the bead turned into a sword, and the animals led by Chocolate turned into That look... oh yes!"
He acted like he just woke up from a dream, as if he suddenly remembered something important.
"I just discovered that my original soul ability has evolved again, and I am already a fourth-level gifter! You see, the current name is [Essence of Life]! The forest helped me, which is really confusing. "
He showed the small emerald green tree, compared to the [Healing Breath] stage, it looked stronger and taller.
After saying these words, an eerie silence descended on the small wooden house again. Jenkins' heart was pounding, wondering whether his father could fully believe what he said. He hasn't used the power of priestly lies yet, because there are a lot of things to deal with recently, so he needs to test it out first.
The old man was also lost in thought. He didn't doubt Jenkins' words at all, and even the mutation of the "Life Orb" that was randomly made up didn't make him have any doubts. From Dad's point of view, this is all normal, especially when Jenkins points out that the emblem representing the World Tree has evolved again.
The biggest problem now is to prevent Jenkins from understanding the reasons behind all this. Now is not the right time.
This moment of eerie silence made the sound of the pattering rain outside the window particularly prominent. The cat yawned after eating the apple, lay down again, squinted its eyes and gently rubbed its head against Jenkins' hand. It's a little sleepy, and the amount of exercise today is a bit heavy.
"What you said is consistent with the initial report submitted by Captain Bincy and the others. The power of the starry sky is intervened by the protoss, but we don't know what it is for... We also don't know the change of the spirit of life now. But everything probably goes back to this forest created by the believers of the God of Lies... "
Dad's heart was pounding, worried that pushing the matter to those people would make Jenkins suspicious; Jenkins' heart was also pounding, because this forest was created because of him.
"So, until we capture the group of people, all this is inconclusive. You must always pay attention to your body, and if you feel uncomfortable, you must report to the church as soon as possible."
After saying this, the old man looked up at Jenkins' expression, and he was slightly relieved when he saw the pensive look of the young man in bed.
He didn't want to talk about it anymore, or Jenkins would see the flaw sooner or later. Therefore, it is now necessary to change the subject as soon as possible.
"After the undead were dispersed by the demigods guarding the city, the animals in the forest returned to their original state. They are all fine. I don't know if this forest is protecting them. There have been no casualties, but..."
The old man reached out and picked up the mahogany box on Jenkins' bedside and handed it to him. On the box was the sacred emblem of the sage, and on the wood was a portrait of an angel holding a cup outlined in gold and holy silver. This is a high-standard storage box that is only used by the church to hold important items. Ordinary things are not qualified to be placed in it.
"Your sword, I mean the Orb of Life, has been completely destroyed."
The box was opened, and only the hilt and one-third of the sword body were broken, and the wooden sword was lying in it, with mottled marks and cracks distributed on it. It no longer has aura, and the material no longer has that simple and distant temperament.
After all, the opponent is A-12-1-0044 [Skull Sword of the Revenant], a strange thing that has been passed down for countless epochs and devoured many numbered items. Being able to knock that sword out of Pompeii's hands was already the best outcome of many miracles and protoss power.
It's just that they don't know where the knocked-out skeleton sword went. After Jenkins passed out, the bestowers of the Wujia Orthodox Church cleaned up the fire and helped the animals deal with the defeated undead, while looking for it in the direction where the sword flew out.
But just like thirty years ago, it disappeared without a trace.
PS: You have also noticed that ** often appears in recent chapters. Sensitive words will be prompted when publishing chapters before, and you can modify them yourself, so there is no such thing. Now the sensitive words are not prompted, just replace the sensitive words with **. When I release it every day, I try to find out if there is any. If I don’t find you posting it in between, I will change it when I have time.