"What is certain is that the plague has really appeared."
The professor first told Jenkins the big news, "Although we have defeated the skull sword, Pompeii seems to be ready to release the plague before death. The first case was discovered last night, showing symptoms and thirty years It is very similar to before, but the onset is very slow, and the fatality rate is not yet known."
Jenkins was terrified. He thought that killing Pompey would really end it.
"But don't panic, at least we have solved the source, and this plague will not spread to the entire continent. As long as the Diocese of Nolan strengthens its epidemic prevention preparations, it will not become a disaster."
The professor comforted, then picked up the book and prepared to continue walking outside. Even with the horrors of the previous few days, the university is still in session:
"I've also heard about the things in Evergreen Forest, you did a great job!"
He turned back to Jenkins and nodded, possibly patting Jenkins on the shoulder if his hands weren't occupied.
"You are the pride of the Church of the Sages. Although I was not there at the time, I can imagine what kind of miracle you have accomplished just by listening to other people's descriptions."
He lifted his right leg up, stood on his left only, put his right knee under the stack of books, held them in place with his left hand, and then really freed his right hand to tap Jenkins on the shoulder.
"You're doing a great job, Jenkins."
Miss Bevanna finally had time to see Jenkins today, but the meeting place of the two was Evergreen Forest. After receiving the message, Jenkins temporarily ended his conversation with Bishop Parode about tonight's opera, and went out of the city in a carriage with the cat.
When I saw Miss Bevanna, she was standing alone at the site of the decisive battle. Although the fire that day almost burned this area, the spirit of life that erupted later filled the place with plants again.
But the church thought the battle that day was worth remembering, and decided to place a commemorative stele nearby to commemorate all the victims and all those who fought against the undead. The stele is not finished yet, but the clearing and the path leading to it have been cleared.
It is said that they will also prepare an oil painting for Jenkins, but it has not yet decided which devout believer will be invited to paint.
When Jenkins came out of the forest along the path, Miss Bevanna was putting her hand on the tree, as if to check the health of the bark.
She heard Jenkins' footsteps, and she withdrew her palm and turned to walk towards him as well.
"Jenkins, you did a great job on Friday, and the church is proud of you. The other churches in Nolan are discussing what medals to give you, and I think you'll like it."
Although Jenkins is not a dragon, he also likes those chic things.
"Fortunately... I still haven't figured out what happened that day. Dad said that the orb of life turned into a sword because the forest was helping me, but I always feel that love is not that simple."
"I've seen that broken sword. It has completely lost its power, and I don't know how [Life Orb] changed into such a form. But since you have been promoted to level four, and your soul ability has evolved again, then we It may be considered that it is your power that has resonated with the forest."
Miss Bevanna is also very good at covering up the truth with a part of the truth.
"my power?"
"Yes, you have the ability to be close to life, which can be seen from the soul ability."
She had already made up her rhetoric, and she was not afraid that Jenkins would be able to see the flaws.
"In addition, the power of death at that time clashed with the rich spirit of life in this forest, which stimulated the forest to react with resistance, so there was such a magical change."
Coincidentally, Protoss also gave a similar explanation, coupled with Jenkins' trust in Miss Bevanna, the original suspicion gradually disappeared.
"And what about the Blessing of the Son status? I've never heard of it."
The woman was pleased that Jenkins took the initiative to deflect the subject, because the matter could be made clear.
"The Holy Son is chosen by the gods. He is the agent of the gods in the human world, supervising the material world instead of the gods. This is not just a title, Jenkins."
"It also represents rights and obligations."
Jenkins repeated what Dad had said.
"Yes, the blessing of the gods gave the Holy Son power, but only a small number of people can actively use this power. Do you know why?"
"Because... their bodies cannot fully bear the gift of the gods?"
"That's only part of the reason."
Miss Bevanna nodded with a chuckle, and led Jenkins away from here to the Giver's cabin on the edge of the forest. The number of benefactors staying here continues unabated, and the skeleton sword finally disappeared here. Although it is very likely that it has left through space movement or other methods, there is still the possibility that the sword is hiding in the dense forest.
Jenkins even saw Captain Bincy, whose team was on duty during this time, miraculously there were no sacrifices in Friday's battle.
"You used the power bestowed by the gods that day, which is completely different from the power of mortals. In addition to the endurance of the body, the strength of the soul must also be considered. If the soul is not strong enough, it is very likely that it will be destroyed by the power of the gods in an instant. Assimilation. Generally speaking, only after reaching the level of a demigod can the holy son chosen by the gods use this kind of power reluctantly. This is also the strongest power that mortals can use in human form... "
Having said that, she turned and looked at Jenkins:
"I just knew it, Jenkins, I just knew you were extraordinary."
Jenkins could already feel himself breaking out in a cold sweat.
"Every time the end of the era comes, there will always be some talented young people appearing, which is not uncommon."
"Yes Yes."
Jenkins catered to him in a low voice, the cat on his shoulder disliked his excessive nervousness.
"You are extremely close to the sage, this is your talent."
"Yes Yes."
Jenkins nodded quickly. In theory, believers who are extremely compatible with the gods may indeed be able to borrow the power bestowed by the gods when they are weak. Part of this kind of person was cultivated as the flesh body of the gods, and some became part of many myths and legends, all of which were extremely honorable.
"You look a little nervous."
She noticed Jenkins' strange expression.
"Yeah... I mean, kind of nervous, I've been worrying about the skeleton sword coming out of the side bushes."
"You don't have to worry about this. It doesn't have a sword holder now, and it was severely injured by you. It will only hide and never take the initiative to appear. We will probably see it again in the next era."
PS: It seems that Shuke will be active again next month. I plan to open a wave of rewards around September 10th.