"No, you remember the time correctly, I have something to do. There is a dead body and a comatose person in the carriage I got back just now. Please deal with it first. I am in a hurry to go to class. And this..."
Jenkins put the envelope containing the report and the box given by his father on Miss Bevanna's desk, "Please send me to the Special Items Processing Office, this is from the antique shop today!"
After speaking, he ran to the classroom with the cat and his notebook in his arms, leaving Miss Bevanna alone to look down at the crumpled file bag.
Early spring is a great time to learn, at least according to Jenkins. Although the recovery of all things means that the poor can find more jobs in this city shrouded in steam and dense fog, but believers who are eager for progress will not miss the church's evening classes.
Compared with the cats who like to sleep on their stomachs in the first row, Fini next to it is much more serious. One winter passed, and the originally skinny little girl at least looked healthy.
The church does not arrange too much work for the children in winter, so Fei Ni spends most of her time studying. Although I haven't mastered the familiar writing skills until now, at least it is no problem to simply record class notes.
The heating in winter is not over yet, and Fini, who is sitting a little closer to the heating, will not feel cold in a thin sweater. The church’s heating system has its own steam equipment, which is not in the same line as the city’s heating system, so the heating temperature is very high.
Jenkins, wearing a thin sweater Mary knitted him over a jacket, explained aloud as he wrote on a blackboard with chalk.
Occasionally looking at the audience under the podium, I found that only a very small number of people had expressions of "that's how it is", one third had expressions of "what is this", and the rest were staring blankly with nothing in front of them. Looking at Blackboard and Jenkins.
But no matter what, the night class must continue, even if there is only one person listening to the lecture, the road to popularizing knowledge is rugged and difficult, and we should not give up because of setbacks.
This is one of the reasons why Jenkins is favored by sages. Although he does not consider himself a qualified believer, his own ideas, beliefs, and behaviors are highly consistent with the dogmas of sages.
Occasionally, I come to church to visit Fenny, and I can always find that the little girl is making rapid progress. After a winter of listening to lectures, she is very proficient in Jenkins' arithmetic knowledge.
This is an extremely remarkable achievement for a girl who can't even write a complete word. Her attitude is more serious than most of the believers who take night classes.
Nothing interesting happened in one class, during which Chocolate woke up 3 times, fell asleep again after just changing the position once, looked out of the window for 12 seconds once, and walked to Fei Ni to read what she had memorized once.
But from the beginning to the end, the cat didn't look at its owner or the blackboard, which made Jenkins, who already knew that cats had a certain amount of wisdom, very distressed.
"Chocolate is not a cat who likes to learn."
Jenkins came to this conclusion as he left the classroom with his notebook and cat, and then got scratched by chocolate.
Fini greeted Jenkins with a sweet voice, and hurried back to the dormitory. The children in the choir have strict and precise work and rest time requirements, and it will soon be time for the nuns in the church to check their sleeping conditions.
Jenkins went straight to Ms. Bevanna's office after dealing with personal matters in the public restroom.
Fortunately, she was in the office, together with Miss Pomforth, the director of the [Office of Alien Disposal], and her deputy.
After Jenkins knocked on the door and got permission, he pushed the door in. The three people inside the door stopped their work. They were originally standing at their desks, each holding a document, but they had already put down the document at this moment.
"Jenkins, please wait a moment, we are still processing the body of the Balrog you brought back."
"Oh, okay, don't worry."
He nodded, and then made it to the sofa by himself. Letting Chocolate stare at the fruits on the coffee table that are more decorative than edible, Jenkins took out the pen pinned to his notebook and prepared to write the evening report.
This incident was completely unwarranted, and there was nothing to hide in it. Honestly recorded the process, and used [Read and Write] and [Book of Memories] to make two live pictures, and glued them to the last page of the report as a summary.
By the time Jenkins finished his work, the chocolate had almost finished eating half of a red apple. Hearing the sound of a pen being placed on the coffee table, he immediately stretched out his small claws and kicked the remaining apple off the coffee table, and then pretended that nothing happened. Jenkins caught the apple before it hit the ground.
"Don't litter."
He warned softly, and the cat meowed softly, then obediently jumped onto the sofa and lay down on Jenkins' lap to doze off.
Miss Bevanna and the three quickly finished their discussion. The focus of the discussion was how to deal with the Balrog's corpse and the tracing of the Balrog's origin.
The corpse disposal finally decided to cremate directly without doing research. The matter of the skull sword had just ended, so there was no need to take the risk of keeping the suspicious corpse. It is very difficult to trace the origin of the Balrog. Ms. Pomforth said that they had not received any news that the Balrog had come to Nolan before, let alone the purpose of the Balrog.
"The Balrog is not a species that likes to move in groups, at least we don't have to worry about it having a large number of companions of the same race."
So she said, and Miss Bevanna agreed.
As for the tattoo on the coachman who called the Balrog "Master", it has been confirmed that it is indeed the unique mark of the church [Whip of the Dead] affiliated with the evil god [Lord of Slaughter]. This should be considered good news. It is much easier to track down a group of mortals with varying strengths than to track down powerful evil creatures of unknown origin.
The opportunity for the discovery of the Green Flame Balrog, which is also the opportunity for Jenkins' unlucky evening, was a nut bought by Papa's Antique Store. That nut has now been matched to the serial number, B-11-2-3381 [Ring of Molten Fire].
In fact, although the shape is very similar, it is not a nut, but a bracelet that can be changed in size after activation. The bracelet can slowly and irreversibly transform the user's body into a fire element. It is said that the origin of this bracelet has an important relationship with Balor.
"So it can track the location of the bracelet."
"Yes, that's it."
As Miss Bevanna said, she asked Jenkins to pull up a chair and sit on the side of the desk, and then handed him the open and unsealed document bag.