"Your book is very good. If this continues, your reputation will be greatly improved, but people will always encounter troubles..."
"What do you want to say?"
"Is such that."
The old man's face was solemn, and he looked up at the holy emblem again: "Are you interested in becoming a nobleman?"
Jenkins was taken aback for a moment. When the old man talked about the royal family just now, he guessed the bullshit truth behind this incident. Isn't it the right to teach and the power of the king? In the era when the steam power of the earth age was bursting out, the royal power was declining, capital was rising, and the religious power was being continuously weakened by the development of natural science. But this world is different. The power of God is hidden and powerful. Although the royal family controls the parliament and the capital, the church is still a serious concern.
Now ask what is this thing for? Put yourself in line
On a quiet night, moonlight shines through the stained glass above the church with stories of sages, and penetrates into the church, illuminating the handsome young men in black coats sitting on the pews and the old men in old-fashioned robes.
Jenkins scratched his hair with a smile, with a sorry expression on his face:
"I want to serve the sages all my life. Things among nobles are too complicated. I still prefer the atmosphere in the church."
"No. That's not what I meant."
Bishop Palod raised his hand slightly and interrupted Jenkins, "In your matter, the church and a shameful faction of the kingdom's nobles fought. Since we won, they will naturally have to pay some price... Regardless From what point of view, after the end of the rewards from the Holy See, you will have a high probability of being awarded a title by the kingdom."
"Wait, the matter of divinity, shouldn't it be announced to the outside world?"
"Of course, we have to protect the goddess' secrets, as well as your privacy. The information about you that the secular side can inquire about is that you, as an ordinary person, are appreciated by the diocese, and at the same time wipe out the cultists for the Nolan diocese Make outstanding contributions. They don't know what the specific rewards are, and they will never guess that you are the bestower. But the royal family will always make some gestures to win over outstanding young people in the Orthodox Church. This is for sure .Those wretched people!"
"Then should I accept this title?"
Jenkins couldn't make up his mind and decided to ask the old man for advice.
"I hope you get it."
The old man didn't look into Jenkins' eyes, but looked directly at the holy emblem: "For you, this matter is beneficial and harmless; for the church, we hope that our scribes can occupy a certain position in the secular world. Status does not necessarily have to do anything, but these are weights on the balance of struggle.
Little Jenkins, forgive me for asking, but I really want you to be able to…”
"I see."
He interrupted the words of the ashamed old man, "You don't need to worry about it, it's a good thing for me. And the title may not really be given to me, it's too early to think about it now."
It was already very late at night, and Jenkins walked out of the church gate alone after helping the old man back to rest.
The matter of the gifter is discussed by the gifter, and the bishop of the secular side is in charge of the secular matter. This matter has come to an end for the time being.
In fact, he doesn't really care about such things as titles. The focus now should be to find another tricky place to try, whether he can get a gift, or find a drop of divinity, and experience the pleasure/feeling of soaring again, and at the same time gain more The secret of many gods. The words of the bishop just now are very correct, the great power belongs to oneself, before this, everything is a mirror image.
Back home, Jenkins washed up a bit, calmed the cat, and fell asleep.
Bathed in moonlight, chocolate black and white fur lay beside Jenkins.
"Meow~"
It called out softly, and stood up unsteadily. Suddenly, two big black hands stretched out from the void behind them, grabbing an almost completely transparent spirit body in front of the window at once.
"Meow~"
It looked at the soul in front of it, the body destroyed by its master tonight seemed to belong to this human being.
Barnard looked at the kitten with fearful eyes, and wanted to back away but was firmly grasped by the black hand protruding from the void. He pointed at Jenkins, then at himself, making a pleading expression. The moonlight seemed to be able to stop his disappearing speed, but those black hands were not good people.
"Meow~"
A thoughtful look appeared on the kitten Chocolate's face, and Barnard waved again.
He couldn't speak in the spirit state, or he was afraid of waking Jenkins up and being slapped to death by the cat.
"Meow~"
Chocolat nodded, retracted his pitch-black hand to the black hole in the void, and lay down next to Jenkins again.
Barnard made a grateful expression, and then plunged into Jenkins' dream.
"Huh? Mr. Barnard?"
Jenkins put down the pen in his hand, flicked his wrist, and greeted Mr. Barnard who appeared in front of Papa's antique shop.
"Long time no see, William."
With a wry smile, he stretched out his hand to push the door, but unexpectedly passed through. Even in the dream state, he is still in the spirit state.
"How did you appear in my dream?"
Jenkins asked curiously, not surprised.
"You know this is a dream? You also know that I am a visitor from the outside world?"
"Yeah, when you appeared, I suddenly realized that this was a dream. I have never seen you in such a transparent state, so I understand that you are not imagined by me. But I want to persuade you , If you die, you will die, please don't bother me, I am the master of this dream, even if you want to occupy my body, you shouldn't want to tamper with it in the dream."
In fact, I know this is a dream, because the decoration in Papa's antique shop is very different from the normal state, for example... In the box next to Jenkins' right hand, there are twelve stone charms, each engraved with an animal head.
"No, that's not what I meant!"
The middle-aged man quickly denied it, and floated forward a little, but was immediately forced back by Jenkins with his spirit body striking stick.
"Hey, where did I get the cane?"
Jenkins raised an eyebrow.
"Your control over dreams is really powerful. It seems that your soul is much stronger than mine. Do you still remember the day when we met? The ability I got gave me the power to dream; Faith has helped me to survive for a long time after death, and I am here to ask for your help."
"Don't come to me, I'm just a low-level bestower."
Jenkins knew it was the benefactor, but common sense among benefactors was that the living should not touch the dead. [Death and the end] In the church's publicity to the public, there are also sayings similar to "ashes to ashes to dust".
PS: In the Victorian era, or around the eighteenth century, the gap between the rich and the poor was really huge. From this book, if you find that the weekly salary of an ordinary factory worker cannot buy a certain person, it is normal.