"Patriarch Paul. This is the person who hid at the end of this matter. The Diocese of Nolan protested to the Holy See about your matter, and the Holy See's own records department also noticed the strangeness of this matter. This person is my sitting Take the steam train to Beldyrand and watch the executions with your own eyes."
Jenkins' mouth twitched, killing decisively, powerful! Now the resentment in my heart is almost resolved.
"I won't leave any trouble. I don't have any background. I have no one to rely on in the church. Only my father and Bishop Parode can rely on. If his family..."
Pop kicked Jenkins lightly to signal him not to say such things.
"He has never been married and has always dedicated himself to the church. He never thought that he would do such a thing by making a wrong step."
As Mr. Smith spoke, he pushed the lid back on to Jenkins, who quickly pushed it back.
"Don't give it to me, this matter is resolved. But I hope that the church can fully trust my comrades in the future, ahem, my own scribe, there is absolutely no problem with my loyalty to the goddess, spreading knowledge for the sage will be The responsibility of my life."
As soon as he finished speaking, the five people in the room tacitly drew the holy emblem on their chests, and whispered together:
"Praise the sage, may your brilliance illuminate the way people move forward."
"The diocese will never let its scribes suffer, and the credit for your action tonight will be credited to you. At the same time, the Holy See will promise to provide a suitable compensation. I don't know how to deal with this, whether Mr. William satisfy."
"I can accept."
Jenkins nodded at the mysterious lady, "It's really a pity that this happened, but it's not our fault."
He squinted at the box containing his head, "It is my honor that the mistakes of the predecessors can serve as a warning to future generations and make contributions to future generations."
"As Captain Bincy said, yours can always say the right thing at the right time...Mr. Williams, I read your Stranger's Tales today, which is very interesting. As an author, you can Will you sign me?"
While talking, she opened the untitled book in her hand again, her white fingers picked up a certain page, and with a slight shake, Jenkins' fairy tale collection appeared on the side table.
"OK."
He took out the pen he carried with him from his pocket, opened the title page, and simply wrote his name.
"There are traces of reading. Book fans may not be able to talk about it, but at least they have read it."
The discovery of this detail made him feel much better.
After seeing off Jenkins and her father, Bevanna sat back on the sofa, looked down at the signature on the title page of the fairy tale book, and said nothing for a long time.
"Miss Bevanna, is this all right?"
Mr. Bellini heaved a sigh of relief and sat back on the chair in front of the desk. Smith, the keeper of secrets, remained silent.
"It's ok, this matter is indeed wrong of the Holy See. The Nolan Diocese and the Holy See are on the same level. Under the goddess, everyone is equal. The secular forces have seriously corrupted the Church in recent years. If I remember correctly, The father of the head in the box is a certain earl of the kingdom?"
"Yes, this matter is indeed related to those who have weak beliefs, but fortunately, it was stopped before the situation became serious. Mr. William Te's Sonship was hand-picked by the sages, how dare they be so bold... Humph, Blasphemer!"
Mr. Bellini nodded, and subconsciously wanted to get the cigarettes in the drawer, but seeing that there was a lady present, he smiled apologetically.
"I'm afraid the next few years will not be peaceful. When we were at sea, we also saw the stars of the new god in the sky, the purple color of destiny. Heh~ But, is Mr. Williams really all right?"
"At least we didn't check out the problem."
Miss Bevanna took back her book and turned her head to look outside at the silent night, "William's special words just now are right, the church should trust its scribes."
When I walked out with my dad, the atmosphere was awkward. Jenkins is very satisfied with the handling of this matter. He suffered a purely innocent disaster. Since the culprit has been killed and the compensation is good, there is no need to worry about it.
But Dad seems to think he shouldn't hide the truth.
"Father."
He stopped his teacher in the empty courtyard.
"Say something to ease the atmosphere."
While thinking, he said:
"I won't return the pistol that was lent to me. It works very well. The new house is going to cost a lot, and I don't have enough gold pounds in my purse."
Touching his head, he had an embarrassed expression on his face.
The old man turned around in surprise, "Just a pistol? That's all you have to offer?"
Jenkins suddenly showed a surprised expression.
The two walked out side by side, but met an unexpected person in the dark mission hall.
Bishop Parode sat on the bench closest to the pulpit, lowered his head, and prayed softly to the statue of the sage in front of him.
The old man shook his head at Jenkins, beckoning him to stay, and then quietly left here alone.
"sit down."
After the old man finished praying, he drew the holy emblem on his chest, and then said to Jenkins a little tiredly.
Jenkins sat down immediately, opened his pocket watch and looked down.
"It's already twelve o'clock, sir, why are you still up?"
The old man in front of him is not a benefactor. At his age, staying up late will do a lot of harm to the body. And Jenkins guessed a long time ago that he died suddenly after staying up late playing games, which led to time travel, so he was very sensitive to this aspect. No matter how busy things are every day, I will not go to bed later than 12 o'clock.
"I’m waiting for you."
The old man turned his head to look into Jenkins' eyes. His cloudy blue eyes were full of fatigue, but under the reflection of the moonlight, they had a different complex color.
"I know almost the whole story of it."
"Don't worry, it has been resolved smoothly. Like the goddess!"
Jenkins immediately swears.
"no no."
He shook his head.
"Little Jenkins, you are more involved in this matter, the royal family... No, I shouldn't have said that."
The bishop looked down and saw the brooch Jenkins was wearing on his chest, with a slight smile on his face:
"Many people should have said this to you tonight. This matter has nothing to do with the sage. You can have some grievances against the church, but I hope this will not shake your faith. But what I want to say is not this matter, Jenkins, a year ago, I really didn't expect you to become what you are now. Very good, really good, you are a good boy... But the more you go up, you will find that below level 8, personal strength It's not enough to fight against the crowd. You have to adapt to the mundane life before you can attribute the great power to yourself.
PS: Parchment has divination ability, but it is not necessarily correct. The church killed the man behind the scenes because he colluded with secular forces and framed the candidate for the Son, which is serious blasphemy. If you don't understand, this explanation should be enough.