"This Wednesday, we will hold a baptism ceremony for you outside the city. This is the tradition of scribes, and the set time must never be changed."

　　PS: This volume is about to end.

Chapter 397 Chapter 392 The Disaster of the City

　　 "Jenkins will be fine, right?"

　　Mary looked worried, it was past zero, but she was still sitting on the sofa on the first floor of the house. Probably to find something to do, still knitting a sweater.

　　 Youngest son John Williams has fallen asleep. Silver vertigo has not affected the young people’s school. Tomorrow is Monday, and he will go to school.

　　 Robert is still with Mary, but he has been sleeping and yawning.

　　 "Little Jenkins just went to church to help. It's like a snowstorm five years ago. Don't John and I also help at church? Go to sleep. If you don't rest assured, we can visit him in church tomorrow."

　　 "I'm afraid he will get the disease too."

　　Mary frowned and looked down at the sweater with half a sleeve accidentally.

　　 "Maybe Jenkins' cat will need this dress."

　　 She thought so.

　　 "Did it say in the evening paper that only the elderly will get sick."

　　 "But the Brende brothers in the next street were all taken to the hospital by the carriage?"

　　 "Heh~ Those two people have been hollowed out a long time ago, and even if there is no plague, they will fall down."

　　 Robert’s attitude was a bit contemptuous. Seeing Mary still frowning, he whispered comfortingly:

"It's okay, the sage will bless Jenkins. And everyone in the Williams family is very healthy, very healthy. Since we met, have you seen my illness? Oh, dear, it doesn’t count the time before last year. , Whoever falls into the river in that season will get sick."

　　 "But..."

　　Mary is still worried.

"nothing."

　　 He stood up and turned off the gas light in the living room. The shape of this lamp is very elegant, and the brass lamp has extremely detailed text and symbols, which Jenkins brought home some time ago.

　　 Robert took Mary by the hand and put the basket of wool aside forcibly.

　　 "Let's go, go to bed. We will go to church together tomorrow morning, you will be relieved by then."

　　 "Go to church tomorrow morning."

　　 "Well, good, go tomorrow morning, so now we have to go to bed, otherwise we won't get up tomorrow morning and we won't see Jenkins."

　　 Jenkins hardly slept tonight. Although he had hardly participated in any treatment activities after becoming a saint son, he had to take action this time.

　　 Apart from him, only the [Death and End] church in this city has the means to wake up the fainted, and that method is more troublesome than Jenkins's. It takes almost two hours to wake up a person.

　　 Rescue starts with the gifters within the church. There are many elderly researchers like Professor Burns, and this age is the hardest hit area.

　　 The green orb was temporarily named [Life Orb], and the registration number has not yet been determined. Miss Bevanna directly announced to the outside world that this was accidentally obtained by Jenkins from a certain treacherous realm...

　　 This seems to be the truth.

　　 Afterwards, he also told his father and Miss Bevanna about the origin of the orb, but he had hidden that the place where the treacherous realm appeared was in Luen.

　　 Neither of them paid any attention. The old man also told him that now his position in the church is second only to the first few sons, and there is nothing to hide these things.

"You should have some secrets of your own, which is very necessary for the Son of God. As the sage chosen by the sage, your destiny is destined to have unpredictable deviations. It is very important to guard your secrets carefully. ."

　　 Many previous worries turned out to be unnecessary troubles.

　　 Life Orb can play an all-purpose auxiliary role to Jenkins' healing ability. Whenever he uses his ability, the orb will automatically appear on the top of his head and infuse the spirit of life into his body.

　　 This greatly facilitates the rescue of those who are in a coma. The only limitation is the capacity of Jenkins's own spirit.

　　 Jenkins can't use abilities in front of ordinary people, so after healed the gifts in the church, he was driven by a carriage to other churches to help.

　　 I wanted to bring chocolates, but I didn't expect that the guy might know that he didn't have a chance to rest all night, so he just stayed at the bishop's desk and didn't want to leave. Two paws grabbed the ink bottle, and the hind paws stamped on the white paper.

　　 Jenkins can only keep it.

　　 And as the sun rose on Monday, the wagon that broke through the thick fog brought Jenkins back to the church.

　　 is very tired now, the old man is standing in the side hall on the right side of the corridor waiting for him vigorously.

　　 "Good morning, father, I heard, ha~"

　　 yawned uncontrollably, and the two walked side by side through the corridor. "I heard that the number of patients has increased, and the number of people who are younger is also increasing."

"Yes, but now it is certain that this is the believer of [The Undead Lord]. We raided a stronghold in a small apartment in a slum area and found some discontinuous information. They are collecting vitality on a large scale. To initiate a ritual of learning [the undead] abilities."

　　 "Have all the ashes collected?"

　　 This sentence almost blurted out, but fortunately, it was suppressed. The cultists originally had nine copies, but Jenkins accidentally took two copies. If Mr. Ink’s club had something to do with them a few days ago, then there should be only eight copies.

　　 Did you get two more copies?

　　 "You go to rest first, the rest will be taken care of by the combat troops... Oh, isn't this Mr. and Mrs. Williams, Jenkins, your father and mother are coming to see you."

　　 The frost in the morning was a bit heavy, and Stephen Bincy wore a coat and a melon hat, staggering from the depths of the fog.

　　 "Haha~"

　　 There was a clear drunk state on his face, and he was shaking as he walked, with a strange blush on his face.

　　 "Damn alcoholic."

　　 At the door of the Chicodi Machinery Casting and Testing Factory, two tired young men scolded.

　　 They didn't dislike this strange drunk and fell at the door of the factory, but they were jealous that he could drink all night without needing to be on duty like they did.

　　Chicodi Machinery Casting and Inspection Factory is a common small steam factory in Nolan City. This factory area, like the thousands of factories in this era, relies on the blood and sweat of the workers to squeeze out heavy smoke and pollutants, and earn a lot of gold pounds for the factory owners.

　　 Even in the early morning, the chimney of the factory area is still emitting black gas toward the sky.

　　 The two originally thought that the drunk would get up by himself after he fell. They didn't expect that not only did he not move, but he also snored there.

"You go."

"You go."

　　 didn't close his eyes all night, at this time the two of them were unwilling to worry about this trouble, but they couldn't keep him here, after all...

　　 "Let me go, you owe me two corpses."

Chapter 398 Chapter 393

　　 "Oh, you greedy fellow. Okay, go ahead and get rid of that **** drunkard."

　　 The companion pulled out a long tone, thinking in his heart what kind of corpse he didn't ask for.

　　 Just as the gatekeeper who wanted to drive away the drunk had just stepped out of the gate, there was another noise from the depths of the fog. It was a carriage. As the front of the factory was an uneven gravel road, there was a violent collision between the wheels and the ground.

　　 had some bad premonitions in his heart, and the two of them looked straight at the carriage approaching here.

　　 And the horse-drawn carriage roared like the wind, and it didn't mean to stop at all. When it passed the gate of the factory, several strange soft sounds came from the blocked position. After the carriage passed, the gatekeepers were all lying on the ground.

　　 Something like bone spurs grew on the back of one of them, but more than half were broken.

　　 "Really, it's easy, but I still act so seriously."

　　 Captain Bincy stood aside, waving his wrists, and the carriage slid to a halt. Eight men jumped out of the small carriage.

　　 Two of them stayed in place to deal with the goalkeeper, and the other seven followed Captain Bincy and continued to walk inward.

　　 With his pocket watch in his hand, he was muttering words as he walked.

　　 Directly facing the door is a low-rise red-tiled house, with iron bolts hanging on the iron door, and it looks like there should be no one.

　　 waved his hand, Schleich carefully took out two steam bombs from his pocket, and threw them to the wall accurately after peeling off the tether.

　　 As the white steam touched from the small opening on the side of the bomb, a huge explosion and crackling quickly sounded. At the same time, the same explosion sound came from the other two directions of the factory.

　　 Captain Bincy holds a straw pole in his mouth, wears a hat diagonally, and puts his hands into the pockets of the windbreaker. The team members stood behind him and stretched out their hands at the same time, and the leaf-shaped golden barrier with the holy emblem even blocked the aftermath of the bomb.

　　 The violent shock wave generated by the explosion made the man’s windbreaker float up, and he spit out the straw with a bang:

　　 "Go~"

There was not much suspense in the next battle. The three teams attacked from different directions. Although unexpected strong enemies appeared in the factory area, there were even large corpses in the most central boiler room, but these alone could not be defeated. More than 20 well-trained gifters of the Orthodox Church.

　　 The informant’s message is very correct, and this is indeed the target. When the team led by Captain Bincy fought against the cultists, the impact of the corpse explosion caused an entire factory building to collapse, and the successive detonation of steam appliances delayed some time. Therefore, when they arrived at the fuel storage warehouse, a team wore black robes. The benefactor of the death symbol has arrived.

"How?"

　　 Captain Bincy crushed the dead wood poles on the ground with the soles of heavy boots, and walked forward quickly.

　　 I saw that the wooden boxes and coal piles stacked in the warehouse blocked most of the vision. After bypassing them, I could find the huge hollow area inside the warehouse, and the shining ground was transforming these fuels into strange things.

　　 "It really is through the air."

　　 This is already the second day after the appearance of the weird plague. As time goes by, a strange atmosphere has enveloped the entire city. Although most citizens have only heard of the outbreak of the plague in the city and their lives have not been greatly affected, the police officers patrolling in a hurry and the horse-drawn carriages on the streets have made people feel a touch of gloom.

　　 The hospital has long been filled with fainted patients, and after the church has received a large number of patients, it is gradually approaching saturation.

　　 Anxious people asked their neighbors what happened, and uncontrollable rumors broke out quietly.

　　 The streets are more deserted than ever. Only near the police station, church and hospital can you see the crowded scene.

　　 Jenkins, who sent Mary and Robert away, found an empty room to sleep for a while, and when he opened his eyes, a black and white tentacle...

　　 "Oh, it's the tail of chocolate."

　　 He wiped the sweat from his forehead, pinched the cat by the waist and sat up.

　　 The sun was dim outside the window, and the fog was still thick. I don't know when there was a dark blue striped quilt on my body, and there were some bread and a pot of steaming soup on the table in front of the sofa.

　　 "Are you awake?"

　　 Looking to the side, Miss Bevanna was wearing a pair of golden glasses and a pale red lady's coat, holding a pen and leaning on the desk and writing something.

　　 The kerosene lamp on the desk is much brighter than the gas lamp on the wall, and the metal pen nib shines with cold light.

　　 "Wake up...what time is it now?"

　　 "At five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is going down."

　　 "What are you?"

　　 "Work, some important documents. Oh, if you want to ask why I am here, it is because we all believe that your safety is the most important thing at the moment."

　　 As she spoke and waved her hand, the golden aura on the wall gradually dimmed.

　　 Probably because I didn't rest well at night, my head hurt when I got up from the sofa. Holding his head and frowning, Jenkins reached out and picked up the white bread on the table. First, he shook the chocolate, but it didn't even look at it, so he ate it himself.

　　 "How is the situation now?"

　　 was not hungry, but when the soft bread entered his mouth, he immediately felt hungry. Because my mouth was still chewing, the voice sounded a little dull.

　　"We found the key clue that silver vertigo is spread by air. Those cultists used special methods to process fuel, and then burned them in a specific location, forming a huge ritual in the city.

　　 It is very troublesome to explain in detail, you can ask Mr. Oliver, he knows more details. However, those patients are a bit tricky. The effect of life passing has already been shown, and it is still not reflected in young people. However, many old people have passed away because of organ failure. "

　　 "Vitality goes by?"

"Yes it is."

Miss Bevana nodded and fastened the pen cap, "The cultist ceremony must be stopped by destroying the core of the ceremony, otherwise no matter how many burning points we destroy, it will be futile. I am here not only to protect you, but also to wait. News, once they leak..."

　　 The woman's eyelids were drooping, and Jenkins guessed that this was because he didn't want him to see the fierce light in his eyes.

　　 After having had dinner, Jenkins went to visit Bishop Parrod. The old man's complexion looks very good, but in fact it is a bit exaggerated.

　　 This should be an accident caused by the treatment last night. Miss Bevanna probably also saw what happened to the bishop, so she stopped him from further using his abilities in time.

Chapter 399 Chapter 394: Augustus' Request

　　 Only a few people saw the scene last night, and the church would not let the rumors that Jenkins was able to "rejuvenate" spread outside.

　　 And through observation, the bishop seems to be in a better physical condition, and there is still a long way to go from the real reverse growth of the body.