"Who is the employer?"
On the deserted street, Jenkins asked again, and at the same time threw the gold coin he just got, but in the end it was the Seed of Blasphemy thrown to the coachman. Different monsters seem to be eager for different sin coins, so it is necessary to hold different types of sin coins in their hands. After this transaction, he has 6 Blasphemy Seeds and 1 Soul Gold left.
"A human aristocratic family named Quake, they got help from a human aristocratic family named Antak. The two summoned me together and made a deal with me."
It took a moment for him to remember whose surname "Quick" was. It was the real murderer of the winter trip, and the old Quick, who had lost his only son, had vowed to make the survivors pay.
"Have you found me so accurately? Does Count Quick know that I am the one who killed Quick?"
"No… "
It was originally Jenkins talking to himself, but the coachman actually gave the answer. It seems that the value of the crime coin is greater than imagined.
"He can't afford to hire me alone, and Antak only wants to get revenge on you, so for the time being, he can only take revenge on you first."
"Oh, it looks like the enemies are united."
Jenkins looked at the carriage for a while, pressed back the chocolate protruding from his chest, and then took out a small green round coin from his pocket, which was still a kind of blasphemy.
"I want to hire you to bring A-12-2-4099 [Dream of the Ancient God] to the group of people who traded with you. What price will it cost?"
"3 Soul Gold, or 2 Blasphemy Seeds."
The hat still covered most of the driver's face, but he could see clearly what Jenkins was holding.
"Oh, it's too expensive. I'd better use my mortal strength to solve the trouble. However, I'm curious, what exactly do you want the crime coins for?"
The information revealed by the boy Peter once again made Jenkins interested in tricks and sin coins. But the coachman just shook his head, bowed slightly to Jenkins, and then slowly climbed into his carriage, and drove the car into the thick night while Jenkins watched.
After that, he went back home, changed into a suitable dress for going out, and found a free carriage. After confirming that it was really an ordinary coachman this time, he moved the two women into the carriage. Because of this move, the driver once thought that Jenkins was a human trafficker or something, but fortunately his destination was the Church of the Sages, and the fare was well paid, otherwise the driver might have sent Jenkins directly to the Calfax field.
There was still candlelight in the church at night. When Jenkins got off the carriage, he happened to meet the church carriage carrying his father from the other side of the street.
The car stopped at the intersection, and the old man saw Jenkins jumping off the carriage from a distance. He raised his head and covered his forehead for a while, looking at the street lamp above his head and the little bugs flying around the street lamp, and then hurried over.
"I'm fine!"
After seeing his father, Jenkins immediately raised his hands and said, then pointed to the carriage behind him:
"But I think they have something to do, can you help me daddy? To be honest, women who look slim can also be heavy, just like chocolate looks light but is actually..."
He suddenly felt an unexplained chill and shivered suddenly, suspecting that he might have caught a cold because of the low temperature in the room just now.
"It looks very light, but in fact this cat is lighter than it looks, and the chocolate may not weigh as much as 2 pounds (about 0.9kg)."
The two brought Miss Audrey and Miss Broniance into the church respectively, and then notified the keeper to take a look.
The specific details were reported by Jenkins to the Special Items Handling Office, and then consulted the information of A-04-1-6671 in conjunction with the containment department of event-type ghosts.
Apart from attributing the reason for the boy Peter's departure to the sage, Jenkins has nothing to hide in this matter. He also took out the red-nose bomb at the same time. Mr. Coppola Bellini, the head of the office, checked it a little, then returned it to Jenkins, and told him to keep it away from water when storing it.
The church quickly figured out what happened, but the only demigod in the diocese was not in the church for the time being, and those efficient healing B-type transcendents had no authority and could not be taken out from behind the Vientiane Gate. Therefore, the fortunetellers stayed in the church to take care of them for the time being, while the rest contacted the [Church of Destiny and Law] in Nolan's staff, while asking for help from the [Church of Starry Sky and Balance].
The God of Destiny [Fate Hermit] has an excellent relationship with the sect of the God of Starry Sky [Vientiane Starry Sky], which can be seen in the application of astronomy in divination.
So seeking help from those astrologers will facilitate the next step in the healing process. Now that it has been confirmed that the souls of the women are still intact, it should not be difficult to heal.
Jenkins was still a little worried about entrusting the two women to the church, so he decided to temporarily rest in the church tonight. He went to his room under the leadership of two little nuns. Although he insisted that he could hold the candlestick and change the sheets, the others insisted that Jenkins not do it himself.
When passing by the atrium of the temple, I met the old man waiting there. Because the place was not used during the night, the gas lamp was not turned on. The old man leaned against the wall and held the candlestick to look at the new oil painting on the wall. It was Jenkins and Another painting of the Battle of Pompeii, different from the one near Miss Bevanna's office.
"Are they okay?"
"Fortunately, it can be saved."
Signaling the nuns to take a step ahead, Jenkins stood beside his father with the cat in his arms. The latter looked at the huge oil painting on the wall with a serious expression. It won't be long before the Church of the Sages will announce the revision of part of the religious books and add the story of the evergreen forest as a new epic.
The Holy See sent the prepared version to Jenkins to let him see if it was suitable and whether it needed to be revised, and Jenkins felt inexplicably ashamed. A living man is always ashamed to see a story in which he is the protagonist written in an epic, and an epic embellished with flowery rhetoric.
"It's good that it's okay. Nolan can't afford to be short of fortune tellers now. These two heretics are very important."
Even though Dad tried to raise his arm, the light from the candlestick still couldn't illuminate the entire oil painting. On the contrary, because it was too close to the wall, the spreading cone-shaped shadow almost completely covered a third of the oil painting, and also caused an inexplicable distortion to the face of the man raising his sword towards the starry sky in the painting.