Speaking of "the man who saved the world," Miss Bevana glanced at Jenkins stealthily, but he was too focused on the way the cat walked and the wagging tail to notice it.
"Different stone tablets point to different possibilities, but unfortunately, the four stone tablets discovered so far have not been deciphered to have a specific meaning...but they all point to the new great one and his believers. The new god, the black robe Liar, Daughter of Lies, it's obvious what it's saying."
"That's it~"
Jenkins lowered his head and continued to look at Chocolate's tail, talking with his expression unchanged.
"So, the role of the Doomsday Tablet is to find the savior... This makes sense. Fortunately, the language is extremely obscure and obscure, otherwise I will be exposed."
Thinking in his heart, he pushed open the door in front of him to let Chocolate and Miss Bevanna in.
This large L-shaped building is located at the back of the temple complex, and it is the processing center for most of the patrons of the parish, including Miss Bevanna's office.
"So are there any other uses for the doomsday slate? I heard my father mention that those slates also have extraordinary power."
"Yes, according to the group of fortune tellers in the [Church of Fate and Law], the [Slate of Doom] is the condensed residue of fate, a concrete destiny. Using those slates for divination or prophecy can reduce the necessary process, Reduce the consumption of spirits, and at the same time, the success rate is also greatly increased."
When walking up the stairs, a group of middle-aged men in robes hurried down from upstairs. Seeing Jenkins and Miss Bevanna, they immediately stopped to salute, and then hurriedly set off again.
"The plague in Nolan's East District is a bit troublesome, and the apprentices of the Keeper of Secrets are needed to assist. The plague has mutated, which may be related to Nolan's air."
Seeing that Jenkins was puzzled, Miss Bevanna reminded, and then the two continued to walk up.
"In short, the information about the end of the era is very scarce, and according to the signs that have appeared so far, the catastrophe should not appear until 100 to 300 years later. I think most people in this era can't see it That day, so there's no point in focusing on it now."
Turning into the corridor where the office is located, Jenkins found that the oil paintings on the corridor had been changed. He remembered that the one closest to the stairs was "Saints and Victory" painted by a painter a hundred years ago, describing a war in which a sage came to the world in the lost history.
But now that painting has been moved closer to the stairs, replacing the portrait of the eight-winged archangel. The original position of "Saint and Victory" has become a heroic painting of Jenkins slashing at the mountain of blood with his sword. Although the face is blurred, according to the clothing, sense of religious ceremony and the cat on the flying eagle in the upper left corner of the painting, Judging from it, this is indeed the scene of the decisive battle in the evergreen forest.
"I just painted it yesterday, and there will be paintings like this in every parish in the whole continent. Are you satisfied? The time is a bit tight. I hope you like this painting."
"Fortunately, I have no objection..."
The two paused under the painting for a moment before moving on, and Jenkins hesitated and said:
"But I think you've drawn the chocolate too thin, which goes well with the flames and smoke in the background, but it's actually fatter."
"Meow~"
The cat's licking of its paws paused for a moment, and it squinted at Jenkins, not knowing what it was thinking.
That night, Jenkins saw the black cat that used to be scary again in his dream. There is a saying that human dreams are the deepest thoughts in the heart, but Jenkins does not think that there is such a big cat in his heart.
He still prefers his black and white kitten, but of course he doesn't like the cat in his dream.
Trying to use the power of the dream to fight back, and fought the giant cat all night in the dream. When I woke up the next day, I had a headache because I didn't have a good rest. Chocolate didn't wake up, and when Jenkins rubbed its head, it made a dissatisfied "woooo~" sound.
Jenkins has encountered that cat in his dreams more than once. A long time ago, he had suspected that it was some kind of strange thing or strange ability, and even prayed to the sage for it.
But in fact his spirit and soul are healthy, and he is not haunted by the evil spirit of the black cat or anything like that.
One person and one cat spent the breakfast time in a sleepy atmosphere. Jenkins opened some letters from his readers, and found that since this week, letters from merchant daughters or noble girls have inexplicably increased.
Then I remembered the incident at the opera house last weekend. Although Jenkins was forced to enter the mirror world to start an interesting and thrilling adventure after that, the legendary duel in the opera house has been spread to the world with people. everywhere in the continent.
Jenkins' address is not published, so the best way to find him is to send a letter pretending to be a fan.
Girls' letters always have a strange aroma, even if Jenkins does not open it, you can know which ones are readers and which ones are admirers.
Of course, there are also some ladies who speak well and want to establish a relationship with Jenkins similar to pen pals. But based on the current busy work and the increasingly complicated emotional life recently, Jenkins does not intend to have inexplicable connections with young girls.
"Speaking of which, Miss Stuart used to be my pen pal. Although it happened last year, it feels like it's been too long..."
Even Jenkins can't control the passage of time, so after breakfast, he has to take his lazy cat to work on time.
Spring is coming day by day, and the temperature is also rising rapidly. Now that cotton coats can be put back in the closet, and sweaters are not even needed in the hotter noon, Jenkins hopes that this spring will be easier than winter.
After arriving at Papa's Antiques, the daily apprenticeship began, and the life back on track was boring but safe, and Jenkins loved it.
I spent the whole morning fighting with the photo of the new stele, during which I talked to my father about the encounter with the Balrog last night, and then took the stone from the hand of chocolate that sealed the calamity stone. Take the ring.
The old man didn't find anything wrong with the ring at all, it was an item made of divinity after all. He was just wondering why Jenkins had such poor taste, the brass-colored ring didn't have any decorations or notches at all, like something bent from metal trash that can be found everywhere.
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