After the sun went down, they changed into black trench coats of a uniform style that were convenient for moving in the dark, each carried a standard weapon, and the team set off.
From this moment on, things got weird.
Tonight's Nolan City was exceptionally quiet, and there were no noises of drunks or carriages rolling over large stone slabs that could be heard normally.
Jenkins and the team were scattered around a three-story khaki building in the slums, and the front-line combat troops had already entered.
The red and blue moonlight was extraordinarily silent, and Jenkins raised his head and stood in the long cold night, trying to distinguish the subtle sounds in the wind.
The building has long been abandoned and is usually home to homeless people, who will definitely be affected by tonight's fighting.
"May the goddess bless you."
Jenkins draws the holy symbol on his chest.
Suddenly there was a dense crackling explosion, and a black figure jumped down from the roof.
As soon as he landed, he was surrounded by a squad of scribes ambushing nearby.
In the moonlight, Jenkins saw the face—it was the unkempt Barnard.
He sighed, he didn't expect to meet this benefactor by such a coincidence that the probability was only one in ten.
But the real Barnard died the moment the evil spirit possessed him. He had experienced the process of being driven out of his soul by the evil spirit, and he knew that this result was inevitable.
There was no fierce fight of light and shadow, and in just a few breaths, Barnard was seriously injured by one punch.
He spread the white mist around in embarrassment, but a scribe dressed as a black-robed priest raised his hands, and the gentle golden light dispelled the anomaly.
Jumping left and right in the encirclement, just when Jenkins thought the battle was about to end, a gap appeared in the encirclement, and Barnard's body broke out immediately. Staggering forward along the alley, the dirty black robe on his body was already in tatters. His eyes were blank, and he rushed straight towards Jenkins and the others.
The scribe downstairs did not pursue him, and stood quietly under the moonlight watching him run. The teammates around Jenkins also retreated tacitly.
"Go."
Jenkins heard a familiar voice behind him, and was pushed out of hiding, blocking the way of the injured Barnard.
"what happened?"
he was shocked.
In the moonlight, the wounded demon possessed and Jenkins met on a narrow road. There was no way he could dodge it, first he threw out the few swamp charms held in his left hand, and after the advancing wounded suddenly became dull, he swung out his right hand violently with an extremely cold breath.
Frost Fist!
Thin frost spread from the contact between the right fist and the body, only the white eyes looked at Jenkins, and then slowly closed, the whole body fell back and limp on the ground.
"Mr. 092 killed the target, the mission is over."
A person behind shouted, so whether it was the besiegers under the short building or the peripheral team members around him, they all started to applaud.
A tall figure stepped out from among the scribes, took off the black tall hat on top of his head, grabbed the brim of the hat with both hands and turned it over gently, and a white stretcher appeared on the ground.
"Isn't this... a hat trick?"
Before Jenkins finished speaking, someone behind him patted him on the shoulder. After the battle, everyone started to move. Out of the corner of their eyes, they saw a few men in black with the holy emblem of the hidden moon painted on their chests, squatting down and carefully putting Mr. Barnard's body on the stretcher.
"Let me explain to you."
The person behind it was Dad. At this time, a feeling of being betrayed filled Jenkins' heart. What happened in the past few minutes was too much information, and he really didn't know how to face it.
Pulling Jenkins into the carriage beside him, the old man stretched out his hand and straightened his collar for him.
"You guessed it right, the people who attacked you that night were people from our own church. This matter was arranged by the upper echelons of the church."
He paused deliberately to observe Jenkins' performance.
"Why?"
He threw the Silence Charm casually onto the cushion beside him.
"In fact, the Holy See has already prepared the rewards for you, but because of that reason, all the rewards have been temporarily postponed."
"Why."
"Because of that creepy thing in the Broken Isles."
The old man stretched out his hand and patted his face: "This matter is wrong with the Holy See and the Church. I hope you don't resent the goddess because of it. Mortals are subject to many constraints... These explanations are what the Church asked me to tell you Yes, but... Dad also admitted his mistake to you. Dad knew that it was one of his own who attacked you the day after you were attacked, but I didn't tell you... "
"I'm not going to blame Dad, but I still want to be able to figure it out."
Jenkins' hand tightly grasped the handrail beside the carriage. At this time, the carriage turned a corner and the church was in front of it.
Without saying a word, Jenkins followed his father from the main entrance into the church gate, passed through the newly restored wide gate made of white marble, and prayed in a low voice to the huge statue in the mission hall.
After passing through the courtyard, I greeted Captain Bincy who was on patrol, and the two turned into an office.
Jenkins has been here, the Office of Special Items Handling.
Inside the office was a strange middle-aged man, the familiar-looking Secret Keeper Smith, and an elegant woman in a conservative nun's attire.
Seeing two people walking in, the three of them stood up together.
"This is the Director of the Office of Special Objects, Mr. Coppola Bellini. You have met Mr. Smith. This is Miss Susan Bevanna."
"Hi dad, please sit down. Mr. Williams, this is the first time we meet, please sit down."
Mr. Bellini greeted him. Among the three people here, he had the lowest status.
Jenkins knew that the Keeper sequence had a special meaning in the church, and this Miss Bevanna...
"14 points of light, 1 bubble, is this the most powerful person of the [Knowledge and Books] Church in the Nolan Diocese?"
Jenkins nodded calmly, without any expression on his face.
Just like last time, Mr. Bellini and Mr. Smith sealed the room together. When the huge phantom of the holy emblem of the sage appeared on the door, everyone sat down.
"I know this is our fault, and I hope you don't doubt your beliefs."
It was Miss Bevanna who spoke, and the meaning was similar to what the old man said just now. It seems that Dad really repeated what the church had to say.
But to be honest, Jenkins knew that this matter had little to do with his father, and he was just a semi-civilian at the bottom of the church. At most, he had a higher level of secrecy than Jenkins because of longer working hours.
PS: It is agreed to add 30 chapters to the shelves, but the editor suggests dividing it into three or two days.