Although she knew that Miss Bailing was Miss Hesha, it was definitely not the right decision to disturb her. Jenkins didn't want to expose herself.

　　 Jenkins first sent the chocolate home, and ate a few bites each person and cat foolishly, and then summoned the spiritual black robe, this time transformed into the appearance of a 16-year-old black and thin boy.

　　 did not go directly to the destination, but carefully climbed over a few walls, and came to a deserted street in the slum according to the previous agreement with Miss Bailing. The walls were smeared with disgusting things.

　　 Jenkins took out the ritual chalk, found a clean place and raised his hand to draw a standard pentagram, and then drew a simple bird under it.

　　 Although it looks like a chicken.

　　 "Bless the sage, Miss Bailing must see it in time."

　　 He prayed in his heart and drilled into the complicated alleys of the slum from the other direction.

He didn't go too far, but went around the neighborhood a few times, and even chatted with a few teenagers living nearby as a peer of today's "harvest" before returning to the garbage street where the wall was. Carefully hide behind the stacked metal pipes, waiting for the night to come.

　　 The only reason these metals have not been stolen is because they are too heavy.

Section 98 Chapter 95 Self-examination

　　The heat storage capacity of water is much stronger than that of air. With the rise of red and blue moons and the arrival of night, the temperature on land drops rapidly, forming a temperature difference with the sea. Under the influence of the gradient temperature field, the smog covering the city spontaneously flows to the ocean area with less air density.

　　 Jenkins can see the whole street even if he hides on the corner.

　　 The pocket watch clicked, and the disguised Miss Bailing did not appear until eleven midnight.

　　 Jenkins deliberately made some noise first, then walked out, showing his soul emblem with his hands on his chest.

　　 "Sometimes I suspect that you actually have the ability to transfer souls, just like the evil spirits that the Church of Orthodox God will deal with recently."

　　 Miss Bailing's cold voice came.

　　 Now that she knows her true identity, even if she disguises her voice, Jenkins can still hear a familiar voice.

　　 "Sorry, tomorrow is the party, and I will call you out today."

　　 He said in a somewhat apologetic tone.

　　 "It doesn't matter, do you want to trade now? No one wants to buy that chain ability yet, what kind of items can you take out?"

　　 She stood in the shadow of the brick wall and stretched out her hand to signal Jenkins not to come closer.

　　 "I didn't find the item."

　　 I feel embarrassed.

　　 "Actually, I want to ask for your help today."

　　 Miss Bailing did not move, and waited quietly for Jenkins to speak.

　　 "I can't attend the party tomorrow, so I hope you can tell me how to confirm the time of the next party the day after tomorrow. I can pay for it."

　　 Neither of them spoke any more, and Jenkins stood there waiting for the decision of the opposite lady.

　　 "Yes, but you need to help me accomplish one thing."

　　 A few minutes later, she said calmly.

"what's up?"

　　 "I need you to test someone, William Jenkins, the writer of "Alien Tale". I want to know if he is a benefactor."

　　 Silence fell again, but this time the reason was different.

　　 "How should I test myself?"

　　 He has doubts, it seems that the encounter at the corner that day made her suspicious. But after thinking about it, maybe this is an opportunity.

　　 "I've heard of this great writer. But you should be clear that it is best not to provoke such public figures for illegal gifters like us."

　　 "Do me this favor, next time no matter what kind of item you find, we can trade that chain ability. Of course, I won't accept the A type."

　　 "I can't find the C class."

　　 Jenkins added, thinking about it again and again, and already intending to agree.

　　 "Remind, the set of interlocking capabilities I sell has certain hidden dangers, you have to consider it."

　　 "I'll talk about this later, how can I prove my conclusion?"

　　 "I just need the result."

　　 "Believe me so?"

　　 "...This is something that can't be helped. But you must never show up in front of him. I hope you can use gentler means to test."

"no problem."

　　 Jenkins almost knew what Miss Hesha was thinking. Miss Mihail doesn't know what the so-called Great Necromancer's cane is about, but as a gifter, she may know that it is an extraordinary item through other means.

　　 Combined with Miss Mihaire's many requests, but the father didn't sell it to her, but Jenkins, a novice student, easily got it. She should suspect that Jenkins is also a gifter, so she deceived the stick from her father.

　　 As for why he is not willing to let Mr. Candle appear in front of Jenkins, it should be because he is worried that Mr. Candle will be asked about the hunting down yesterday evening, thereby revealing his identity.

　　 After discussing the specific details of this matter, Miss Bailing turned around and was about to leave.

　　 "Please wait a minute."

　　 Jenkins shouted again.

　　 She took a few steps back vigilantly.

　　 "There is no malice, but I heard that you are now wanted by the [Death and End] church. My news is pretty good, and you seem to be involved in the hospital."

　　 "Your information is not well informed, I was just implicated. And that is not wanted, just being tracked."

　　 Her voice is a bit cold, it sounds angry.

　　 "So you are implicated by the black-robed man?"

　　 "Yes... I can't say that. Why, do you want to buy information for that night?"

　　 "Of course not, but I am worried that Mr. Hood will refuse you to go to the party again."

　　 "Mr. Hood and I met earlier than any of you. He will believe me."

　　 Jenkins nodded, "That's good, I took a steam train to this strange city, not many people I know, I wish you peace, see you on Wednesday night."

　　 "...thank you."

　　 Jenkins shook his head and walked along the garbage street with his hands behind his back to the distance.

　　 Investigating Jenkins Williams is naturally easy, but what is important is what results should be obtained?

　　 Jenkins was thinking while walking under the moon.

　　 "Tell her that Jenkins is not a benefactor. The advantage is that this trouble will be over immediately, but the disadvantage is that if the big Jenkins shows up in front of Miss Hesha in the future, it will also reduce the credibility of the trumpet Mr. Candle."

　　Wildcat jumped down from the low roof, Jenkins stopped and watched it run into the distance.

"Tell her that Jenkins is an illegal gifter. The advantage is that Miss Hesha will take the initiative to contact this'companion' so that Jenkins can get more channels; the disadvantage is that it is appropriate to open a trumpet. The trumpet is: a fledgling and immature writer's gift."

　　 Jenkins nodded, thinking of the kitten chocolate in the house.

　　 "Tell her that Jenkins is the scribe of the church...unless I'm really crazy."

　　 The next day, although Jenkins will not be arranged to the front line as a logistic therapist, the action at night is always a dangerous thing. Dad did not participate in the night operation, but for safety, he asked Jenkins to take a trip to the black market during the day and be as prepared as possible.

　　 In addition, he also lent Jenkins a gunpowder pistol that can be fired continuously.

　　 Jenkins has always had plans to buy guns, regardless of his father’s path or the black market, there are guns for sale, but he always has no idea.

　　 In the afternoon, Jenkins put the chocolate in his father's place, and then came to the church in a carriage.

　　 The team of Captain Bincy, as the guard team of the church, is here most of the time. This operation was not directed by him, so Jenkins was assigned to another perimeter security team, provisionally numbered 092.

　　 I don’t know if it’s to take care of Jenkins, a newcomer who participated in a collective mission for the first time. Most of the scribes in the team had met during the previous treatment.

　　PS: It is said that it will be on shelves next Friday.

Chapter 99 Chapter 96 Credits

　　 After the sun goes down, they put on a uniform black windbreaker that is convenient for maneuvering in the dark. Everyone carries standard weapons, and the team sets off.

　　 From this moment on, things became weird.

　　 The city of Nolan tonight is exceptionally quiet. There is no noise from drunken people or the noise of a carriage over a large stone slab.

　　 Jenkins and his team were scattered around a three-story khaki building in the slum area, and the front-line combat troops had already entered.

　　 The red and blue moonlight was exceptionally silent, Jenkins raised his head and stood in the cold long night, trying to distinguish the faint noise from the wind.

　　 This building has been abandoned a long time ago. It is usually the home of homeless tramps. The fighting tonight will definitely affect them.

　　 "May the goddess bless you."

　　 Jenkins drew the holy emblem on his chest.

　　 Suddenly there was a dense crackling explosion, and a black figure jumped down from the top of the building.

　　 As soon as he landed, he was surrounded by a team of scribes in ambush nearby.

　　 By the moonlight, Jenkins saw that face—it was the unkempt Barnard.

　　 He sighed. He didn't expect that with a probability of only one in ten, he would meet this benefactor by such a coincidence.

　　 But the real Barnard died the moment the evil spirit possessed him. He had experienced the process of being driven away by the evil spirit and knew that this result was inevitable.

　　 There was no fierce fight between lights and shadows. In just a few breaths, Barnard was severely injured by a single punch.

　　 He awkwardly spread the white mist around, but a scribe dressed as a black priest raised his hands, and the gentle golden light dissipated it so it was abnormal.

　　 rushed from left to right in the encircling circle. Just when Jenkins thought the battle was about to end, a gap was revealed in the encirclement circle, and Barnard's body immediately broke through. Staggering along the alley, the filthy black robe on his body was already in tatters. His eyes were blank, and he rushed towards Jenkins and the others.

　　 The scribe downstairs did not pursue him, and stood quietly in the moonlight watching him run, and the teammates around Jenkins also retreated tacitly.

　　 "Go ahead."

　　 Jenkins heard a familiar voice ringing behind him, and then he was pushed out of hiding and blocked the injured Barnard’s path forward.

"what happened?"

　　 he said in surprise.

　　 In the moonlight, the wounded evil spirit possessed and Jenkins met in a narrow way. He couldn't avoid it, and first threw out a few swamp spells in his left hand. After the advancing injured person suddenly became dull, his right hand violently swung out with an aura of extreme cold.

　　 Hanbing Fist!

　　 Thin frost spread from the contact between the right fist and the body, only the white eyes looked at Jenkins, and then slowly closed, the whole body fell backwards and limp on the ground.

　　 "Mr. 092 shot the target and the mission is over."

　　 shouted a person behind him, and both the besiegers downstairs and the members of the outer squad around him began to applaud.

　　 A tall figure came out of the scribe, took off the black top hat, grabbed the brim of the hat with both hands and flipped it gently, and a white stretcher appeared on the ground.

　　 "This is not... a hat trick?"

　　 Before Jenkins could finish his words, the person behind him patted him on the shoulder. After the battle was over, everyone moved. Yu Guangzhong saw several men in black with the sacred symbol of the Hidden Moon painted on their chests. They knelt down and carefully put Mr. Barnard's body on the stretcher.

　　 "I will explain to you."

The person behind 　　 is the old man. At this time, a feeling of betrayal fills Jenkins's heart. What happened in the past few minutes is so informative that he really doesn't know how to face it.

　　 pulled Jenkins onto the carriage on the side, the old man stretched out his hand and arranged his collar for him.

　　 "You guessed it, it was people from our own church who attacked you that night. This incident is an arrangement of the upper echelons of the church."

　　He paused on purpose to observe Jenkins' performance.

　　 "Why?"

　　 casually threw the Silent Charm onto the cushion on one side.

　　 "In fact, the Holy See's reward for you was already prepared, but for that reason, all the rewards have been temporarily postponed."

　　 "Why."

　　 "Because of that trick in the Broken Isles."

The old man stretched out his hand and patted his face: "This is something that the Holy See and the church did not do right. I hope you don't resent the goddess for it. Mortal people are subject to many restrictions... These explanations are the people of the church. Let me tell you, but... the old man also admitted his mistake to you. The old man knew that he was the one who did it the day after you were attacked, but I didn't tell you.... .."