Mr. Spice shivered: "Even if you are a believer of the new gods, treat the greats with respect, don't directly say those profanity. Yes, they just want to do this, so they are a bunch of lunatics. In almost every epoch in the past, this group of people will participate in many major events at the end of the epoch, but due to their unscrupulous means, they have been hostile by almost all sects. Yes, all sects, whether they are orthodox or pseudotheists. ..... Hmm? The group of people showed up here? Oh, God, I really want to leave as soon as possible~"

　　 Jenkins nodded, hesitated, and put down the dagger in his hand:

　　 "Sorry for threatening you just now."

　　 "No, this is not a threat."

　　 Mr. Spices said, took out the pen and paper from his pocket, and then hurriedly wrote a line of words, tore off the note and handed it to Jenkins:

　　 "I am very curious about the believers of the New God. This is my mailing address. If you need it, you can contact me. Of course, there is a charge."

　　 glanced down, the address was the capital of a small country called Conchris. Jenkins could only find this place name in the memory of the original owner.

　　 "Are you leaving Nolan?"

　　 asked and raised his head again, but besides the dense night and fog, where was the second person.

　　 "He didn't mean to be threatened by me and then revealed the matter?"

　　 Jenkins has this feeling in his heart.

　　 The night's accident did not have any subsequent effects, after all, his flames burned everything clean.

　　 Of course, the next day Jenkins asked his father about the blood-sucking infection, and the old man asked him to go to the secret trail library to check it with a little annoyance, and by the way, he handed in the report of the two on Saturday.

　　 "Now? But what about the business in the store?"

　　 "Where there is any business, I guess there will be no one all morning."

　　 He was wearing his monocle to check a hair clipped with clips, which was delivered from the church in the morning.

　　 "Go ahead, if you find the book, read it within a week and give me a three-foot (0.91 m) reading report."

"I know!"

　　 Before the father's request was further expanded, Jenkins hurriedly picked up his coat and hat and ran out of the store, almost leaving the chocolate in the store.

Chapter 495 Chapter 488 Reward

　　 Today is a Monday working day, but since it is almost noon, there are not many believers who come to the church to pray and repent.

　　 After handing in the two reports, Jenkins walked backwards along the corridor. As soon as he turned, he saw a familiar little girl hurriedly approaching, and the two almost collided.

　　 "Oh, sir, good noon!"

　　 is the little flower girl who was once helped by Jenkins. She hasn't seen her for a few weeks. Her face is obviously fuller, and her whole person is no longer as gloomy as when she was selling flowers on the street.

"good afternoon!"

　　 Since she still doesn’t know her name, Jenkins can only say hello like this, but the girl’s appearance changed his plan:

　　 "I'm so lucky, I was there just now..."

　　 She pointed to the building complex behind.

　　 "Mr. Pierre Rodney, the director of the Theological Research Office, is looking for you, and Mr. Rogers Benz is ready to go."

　　 "Did you say anything about it?"

　　 "No, I just heard two gentlemen standing at the door talking!"

　　 The girl said crisply.

　　 "Okay~ I see, thank you."

　　 originally planned to go right away, but felt it was impolite to do so, so he asked:

　　 "Oh, are you still used to living in the church?"

　　 "Life here is very good, thank you, sir."

　　 She knew it was Jenkins helping her.

　　 "That's good, if you have any needs in life, you can tell me, I often come to church to pray."

After 　　 finished speaking, he smiled and said goodbye to the little girl, thinking that she must find time to ask her name clearly, otherwise it would be too embarrassing to call her name next time.

　　咚咚咚~

　　 "Please come in!"

　　 Hearing the sound coming from the door, Jenkins turned the cold metal handle to push the door and walked in.

　　 "Oh, Mr. William, you came so fast!"

　　 Mr. Pierre Rodney, who was handling the documents with his head down, saw that the person was actually Jenkins, put down his pen, smiled and stood up to greet him.

　　 "Just now you told Mr. Bentz at the door to find me, and it happened to be heard by the children of the choir passing by. She ran into me under the new oil painting on the corner over there..."

　　 "That's really lucky. Please sit down soon. I invite you over this time because of something that has ended."

Jenkins turned around and took off his coat and sat on the sofa, letting the chocolate play on the backrest. Mr. Rodney returned to his desk, opened the iron door of the safe against the wall with a small key, and took out one of them. Red flannel box with palms.

"The 8th-level gift Constantine incident that happened in the Kingdom of Chesland some time ago has been completed as of last week. Mr. William, you have performed very well in this matter. The Holy See and the local The diocese gave high praise..."

　　 This is probably what was written in the official document sent by Bel Dylan, so Mr. Rodney's feelings are not very full.

　　 "...This incident also honored the Diocese of Nolan. It is a typical case of cross-regional support this year..."

　　 Jenkins didn't like this kind of routine official documents, but since he was complimenting himself, he still listened carefully.

　　 Given Jenkins' current status, it is impossible to improve his status, so the material rewards are much richer.

　　 The first is the Church’s Medal of Honor for Contribution. This is a medal for outstanding contribution that will only be awarded to believers. It is of a heavier weight.

　　Some people think that once they get a medal of this level in the Church of the Twelve Orthodox Gods, then at least they will not worry about starving in this life.

　　 Jenkins plans to frame it in a photo frame and hang it in the living room with the medal from the previous day. This was the suggestion of Papa and Hathaway, but he gradually began to worry that his wall area might not be enough.

　　 In terms of mundane, the church allowed him to link the award of this medal to the Reiter Prize a few days ago to show the reason for the medal.

　　 In addition, the Holy See purchased an entire two-story apartment in the city for Jenkins in the Berdylan area. Yes, the basement, two floors above ground and the attic are all Jenkins's.

　　 That apartment building is close to Spencer Square and occupies a large area. Although it doesn't have a small garden like the current house, it is in vain, and Jenkins doesn't ask for that much.

　　 This time, Mr. Bellini gave Jenkins the keys, real estate certificate, etc. During his absence in Beldiran, the church would hire professional staff to help him take care of the house and clean it. As for whether he wants to live by himself or rent out to earn rent, it is all up to Jenkins to decide.

　　 "The location is very good, even if it is transformed into a shop, it is a good idea."

　　 Mr. Rodney suggested.

　　 Jenkins nodded. He has no plans for a long-distance trip recently, so the apartment can be put aside for a while, and he can ask his father or others for ideas before making plans.

　　 "It's a pity that Bel Dylan is too far away...I knew it, there was a spiritual magnet left before I left Bel Dylan."

　　 Although the property is valuable, it is just a mundane thing. The real reward was the stuff in the flannel box. Mr. Bellini put it on the coffee table and pushed it to Jenkins. When Jenkins opened it carefully, the chocolate also glanced in there.

　　The inner lining of the box is a thin silver chain coiled like a snake, and the oval locks are interlocked with each other. It seems that the length is not very long.

　　 "We took an inventory of Constantine's collection and thought that there was no item suitable for you. So we found another one from the local parish, which happened to have just arrived this morning, so I asked you to announce it today."

"what is this?"

　　 He picked up the chain curiously. If it was a bracelet, it would be too short, and if it was a key chain, it would be too long. But since there is a very strong aura in the eyes, it must be a special item.

　　 "B-07-5-7322, a short chain that indicates a bad omen."

　　 said, handing Jenkins a piece of information, which means that the church has most of the information about this item.

"This was originally an ordinary pocket watch chain. It belonged to an ordinary nobleman in the 17th century. The nobleman himself had no problem, but his wife believed in an evil god. After an accident, the nobleman’s manor was destroyed. Disaster. When the church rushed to the rescue, there were no survivors except the one-year-old son of the nobleman. Investigators of the Hermit Church found this in the baby’s package, which was caught in the outer cotton cloth of the package. in."

Chapter 496

　　 "Oh, this is a pocket watch chain!"

　　 Jenkins suddenly realized, and Chocolate fell down as if not interested.

"When the owner of this item is about to encounter danger, the chain has a certain chance to send out an early warning signal, that is, it shakes at a high frequency. Although the probability of triggering is not high, it is also a very accurate prediction type. Items, very practical."

　　 "It's really rare. Fortune-tellers I know once said that among the categories of special items, divination is rarer than weapons."

　　 He pulled both ends of the silver chain with both hands, then turned to look at his cat. He had long wanted to hang a bell around Chocolate's neck so that he could always know if it had slipped into the kitchen.

　　 This thing is very thin and light, and the length is very suitable...

　　 Lunch was settled in the church. Today, the Catholic Church is not in the city. It seems that I went with the group to preach in the countryside of Nolan.

　　 Miss Bevanna did not show up in the church at noon, but since there is still her fighting class in the evening, she will be able to come back at least for dinner.

　　 Jenkins was very wise not to show the idea of ​​hanging a bell for chocolate, and pretended to put the chain on the lady's pocket watch. Therefore, Chocolate did not show any worries during lunch. The appearance of eating quietly caused the nuns to chuckle.

　　 The priest Roberts mentioned the installation of street lights in Nolan on the dining table. Compared with the air protection bill that has been pulled for several years, this matter was passed by the parliament in a short period of time, and it has been implemented in major cities in China at the same time.

The old priest looked cheerful. As he dipped the bread into his thick soup with a fork, he said: "This is really a good thing. I complained a long time ago that the night in the city is too dangerous. Young people, in our time, Steam-powered ships travel through the ocean, and steam trains connect all parts of the mainland, but there are no gas street lights in the city. This is of course wrong! The development of the city should be synchronized with the development of the steam industry, so that citizens can truly experience the times. improvement!"

　　 Jenkins happened to be sitting next to him, so he asked casually:

"I heard that in the past when discussing the installation, maintenance and operating costs of street lights, members of Parliament would criticize each other. Then who is responsible for the gold pounds now? Even for the wealthy Nolan, this is a big deal. Money."

"It’s not from the tax, nor from the MPs. Someone came up with a great idea, that’s really a good idea! I’m not sure about the other dioceses, but the Diocese of Nolan paid half of the money from our church. pound!"

　　 "So, when can the street lights be installed?"

　　 Jenkins asked again, pretending to be amazed.

　　 "It is now the end of November...at least before the end of this year, it can be installed for most of the main roads, such as the Fifth Queen's Avenue where the old antique shop is located!"

　　 "Is it so fast?"

　　 Jenkins was really surprised. When did the city hall become so efficient?

　　 "Someone pays money, of course it's fast!"

　　 The old priest said sarcastically.

　　 Jenkins, in his own heart, owes very little credit to himself for advancing the city's infrastructure construction, so he maintained a very happy mood throughout the noon.

　　 After lunch, he listened to Mass in the side hall for a while, and then left the church with chocolate. Now is the time for the cat to take a nap. Generally, it should be immersed in sweet dreams on the old man's counter at this time, so the spirit is a little sluggish.

　　 In the afternoon, I plan to go to the alley where the murder happened. Although there is a psychic board in hand, it must be under the strictest monitoring at this time. He just intends to take a look, if he wants to investigate further, he still has to wait until things calm down.

　　 Today is still a foggy day, but at least it is much better than yesterday. Because the distance is not far, I didn't plan to take a carriage. I just turned the corner of the street and wondered which way was the closest. I saw the twelve or three-year-old girl in front of me. It was in the church that I met in the morning.

　　 She changed from the clothes she wore in the church, and put on the patched cotton coat that Jenkins wore when she first met her on the street. The restored color of the hair was wrapped in a turban, and a small basket was slung in his right hand. Because the things inside would not look like flowers, Jenkins did not feel any psychological discomfort.

　　 "The priest said, her name is...oh, I think of it, Fini Faithful!"

　　While thinking, he quickened his pace to catch up, actually wanting to know what the girl did when she left the church to go out alone.

　　 "Oh, Mr. William, it's you again!"

　　 The girl was also very happy to see Jenkins, because she had to move forward, so she walked and talked.

　　Chocolate's claws stretched out from Jenkins's neckline, and then the power of the claws' grip on the neckline pushed out the furry head.

　　 I walked a distance, and I could see the Westminster River at the end of the street from a distance. Jenkins then remembered that he had other things:

　　 "I'm going to the other side of the river, how about you?"

　　 "Oh, sir, me too, I'm going to visit my relatives in Pig's Tail Alley. That's my mother's cousin, sometimes I don't have food, they..."

　　 "Pigtail Alley? That wasn't the murder case..."

　　 Jenkins immediately suppressed the expression that was about to appear on his face, and followed the girl in his hand to avoid the fast-moving carriage. Today's fog is so heavy, without the glasses, it is difficult for him to notice when he will rush out of the car.

　　 "Why do you drive so fast on a foggy day?"

　　 The girl turned her head and looked at the carriage: "It's probably something urgent, sir, do you know that, when I was still selling flowers on the street, once..."

　　 "Sorry."

　　 Jenkins had to interrupt her, not knowing how to tell the girl about the tragedy: "Sorry, I read the evening paper last night, Pig Tail Alley seems..."

　　 Even if he wants to be very tactful, he doesn't know how to speak when it comes to key points: "Hey, there is a dessert shop over there, why don't I ask you to eat cakes! I remember that the church does not provide desserts for lunch."

　　 "No need, sir!"

The sensible girl waved her hand quickly and replied crisply, "No need to invite me to eat. Sir, I know what you said, but the aunt's family happened not to be at home that night. Because of that bad thing happened, so I just want to see them. And I can live alone now, and I want them to know that I'm fine and don't worry."