Standing in front of them were a middle-aged man and a little girl. A middle-aged gentleman in a crisp dark suit, with a mustache carefully trimmed to a small patch on his lip, and a light blue bow tie with a shiny gold pin fastened to it.
"Dad, I want that book!"
The childish voice came to his ears, and Wood looked down at the cute little girl. She stretched out her slender index finger curiously, and the headband on her short brown hair reflected more dazzling light than a gold brooch in the setting sun.
The girl refers to the book in Wood's hand. Due to the positional relationship, the Snow White on the cover happens to be in front of the little girl.
The middle-aged gentleman asked Wood about the content of the book in a gentle language. Wood was stunned for a moment, and stretched out his thumb to the sunset:
"Sir, I assure the blazing sun that has not yet slipped from the sky, this is absolutely, absolutely the most suitable storybook for this beautiful lady."
Jenkins naturally didn't know that today was the day when "The Stranger's Stories" was released in Wangdu, and he didn't know that he had gained a loyal book fan... although he was a man.
It took me a whole day to travel around the city. Living alone requires a lot of documents, some of which cannot be completed in one day, so I guess I will be busy for a while. However, the water pipes and steam pipes in the home have been opened to ensure that there is no problem with daily needs.
"Go to the black market for a while, or go back to Dad's place?"
Jenkins struggled for a while, and moved forward along Fifth Queen's Avenue, the shopping street.
jingle~
"came back?"
The old man greeted without raising his head, flipping through a few documents in his hands.
"The processing of those documents is really troublesome."
Jenkins shrugged, ready to find something to do, such as copying today's 100 tadpole essays. After the brief experience of becoming a god that night, there was no strange feeling in copying those words. Even, he secretly tried, even without looking at the photos, he was able to remember the first few tadpole letters on the stele.
But the old man stopped him, reached out and took out a piece of silver, poured it into the spirit and threw it on the table.
"Test you first, and judge what kind of spell this is from the appearance alone."
Jenkins nodded, leaned his cane against the counter, let Chocolate jump to the fake antique rocking chair aside, took off his coat and put it aside.
"It's a silence spell to block out sound."
"Yes."
The old man nodded in relief. If Jenkins's talent in antique appreciation is 80, then his talent in occult science can be rated as 95. Dad never praised Jenkins' learning progress, and Jenkins himself never asked whether his learning was normal, so he had no idea how amazing his learning ability was.
Uncle rated Jenkins' emotional intelligence with the ladies as a 20.
"I was planning to go to your house to inform you. Now that I'm back, let's talk here."
He handed the few pages in his hand to Jenkins, and announced:
"The evil spirits in the hospital have been killed by the men in black robes, but according to the [Death and the End] Church's judgment, those evil spirits that can possess them are still lingering in Nolan City. The five orthodox churches discussed yesterday, Decided to take a unified action tomorrow night, that is, on Tuesday, to directly eliminate the possessed corpses and evil spirits together. As a healer, in order to prevent accidents from happening, you should also participate in the operation."
The paper in Jenkins' hands is the specific action plan.
"In such a hurry?" he asked. "The combat troops just came back yesterday."
"The royal family holds secular power and protects citizens in the world; the Orthodox Church protects the power of gifts and protects human beings from the invasion of secrets. This is a sacred contract established in ancient times!"
Dad declared solemnly, Jenkins took a deep breath and nodded seriously.
"This is official polite words, you don't have to pay attention."
The old man then waved his hand again, "Actually, it's the return of the combat troops, and the church wants to show its power to deter those who are ready to move who think the church's strength is empty. Use the phrase you said to describe it, brighten your muscles."
"That's what makes sense."
Jenkins thought to himself, but another question arose: "Are those possessed evil spirits so easy to find?"
When he dealt with the evil spirit in the hospital, the memory he read only saw that the evil spirit was born and scattered in the urban area, so he couldn't find Mr. Barnard's body.
"You won't forget why the main force of the church went to sea?"
The old man forced a smile, "In the end, our church got the weird thing, and they found those evil spirits through the weird thing."
Shaking his head, he changed his voice and sighed again: "I never believe in weird things, those things can only be sealed and destroyed, otherwise there will be extremely troublesome things, and I don't know what they are thinking. "
But in the old castle incident, something strange on the old man's body saved his life.
"I don't believe in ghosts either."
This is a rare moment when Jenkins' words in his heart and mouth are exactly the same. From the fragmented information obtained by Whispering at the beginning of the month, we can know that even gods hate monsters.
It was disgust from the bottom of my heart.
When he bid farewell to Papa and walked into the smoky street with chocolates in his arms, Jenkins suddenly realized that Mr. Hood's legal party was also tomorrow night.
"If you miss this meeting, you won't know when the next meeting will be."
He stopped, stood at the corner of the street and looked around.
"No, I have to think of a way."
Although he knew that Miss Bailing was Miss Hesha, it was definitely not the right decision to disturb her hastily, and Jenkins didn't want to expose himself.
Jenkins first sent the chocolate home, one person and one cat ate a few mouthfuls foolishly, and then summoned the spiritual black robe, which turned into a 16-year-old black and thin boy this time.
Instead of going directly to the destination, he climbed over several walls carefully, and came to a deserted street in the slum area according to the previous agreement with Miss Bailing. The walls were messed up with all kinds of disgusting things.
Jenkins took out the ceremonial chalk, found a clean place, raised his hand and drew a standard pentagram, and then drew a simple bird under it.
Although somewhat like a chicken.
"Bless the sage, Miss Bailing must see it in time."
Praying in his heart, he drilled into the complicated alleys of the slums from another direction.
He didn't go too far, but walked around the neighborhood a few times, and even chatted with a few teenagers living nearby about today's "harvest" as a peer, before returning to the garbage street where the wall was, Carefully hide behind piles of discarded metal pipes and wait for the night to come.
The only reason the metals weren't stolen was because they were too heavy.