This is a topic that attracts more attention than gunfights and shelling, so after nearly two weeks of celebrating the Broken Isles, people's attention has finally shifted to other places.

　　 Jenkins once again set foot on this land in the atmosphere of mourning and fear in the city. He is sad for this place, but he cannot reverse what has happened.

PS: When using twin demons, they were surrounded by tentacles, so the demigods did not see the iconic ability; when they used the sword, they saw it, but they didn’t know that the sword was already a gift, thinking it was a common weapon for the believer of lies, so I don't know which "lie believer" Jenkins is.

　　 There are about two or three chapters to end this volume, and the next volume is the intermission according to convention, the tentative name-One Thousand and One Nights of the Savior.

Chapter 1453 The first thousand four hundred and thirty chapters take the book

　　 Although there is no official statistics yet, at the time of the shelling, there were at least tens of thousands of people attending celebrations and working on the pier. After that, whether it was natural or man-made disasters, these unfortunate people have brought harm and death.

　　 When Jenkins returned to Nolan, he jumped from his window to the backyard and then came to the street. The running carriage hung with a cross, carrying the wounded from the dock to the hospital and the church.

The originally remote St. George Street became an important traffic artery. Jenkins even saw Mrs. Goodman, who was at home, standing in the yard and looking out. Of course, she also noticed Jenkins who was standing in front of the fence next door, so she immediately asked him. Cast a suspicious look.

　　 This person is obviously not her neighbor, but he is standing too close to the neighbor's house.

　　 Jenkins didn't want to return to Roen for the time being, so he wondered if he could help these people who were in pain. But now he did not have a legal identity to appear in Nolan, so he wanted to finish his work first, and then enter the church or hospital while messing around, and try to see if he could help.

　　He was going to Mr. Shirakaba's house and took away the book Mr. White Cat gave him. Mr. Birchwood's home is on the other side of the city, but it is difficult for him to find a carriage at this time.

　　 I didn't see an empty carriage parked at the end of the street until I crossed the Westminster River, but as soon as the carriage carried Jenkins across the river, it was stopped by two middle-aged men who supported each other.

　　 One of the two obviously had a fracture in his right arm, but it has been dealt with by the doctor, and he is now hanging with a bandage. The other person had an ugly face, like food poisoning, so he could stand by holding his stomach and holding his arms around the other person.

　　 "Mr. Okay, can you give us the carriage first, my brother will not do it."

　　The man with the fracture asked Jenkins. The hospital he was referring to was in the West District, which was obviously in the opposite direction from where Jenkins was going.

　　 "Okay, you guys go, what's wrong with him?"

　　 said, he jumped off the carriage, and then helped the man who had broken bones and helped his brother onto the carriage. The coachman also helped out and asked if he wanted to go to another private clinic that was closer.

　　 "No, it's too expensive there... Thank you so much, you are such a gentleman."

　　The broken man took off his hat to pay tribute to Jenkins, and then explained:

"In the morning we went to a celebration at the dock, and riots broke out. Unfortunately, my arm broke and Green and I ran away. It was like this when I found him. Green said that he encountered two strange things. People were fighting. He probably lost his head at the time, and actually ran between the two of them, and then was sprayed on his face by strange smoke..."

　　 Watching the carriage rushing the man back onto the bridge, Jenkins grabbed his cane for a long time before he recovered. That poor man should have encountered two gifters fighting while fleeing. Unfortunately, he was affected and became what he is now.

　　 Jenkins had already treated the man a while ago when he was carrying the man into the carriage. Those toxins will be quickly cleared out of the body by the body's metabolism. At most, he will have a stomachache for two more days.

　　 Jenkins is not worried about the two men he meets by chance. He is worried that more people like them will encounter misfortune today, but he does not have the luck to meet a kind helper.

　　 lowered his head thinking about things, all the way through the slightly noisy city. When I came downstairs to the apartment rented by Mr. Bai Birch’s family, it suddenly occurred to me whether this family also participated in the celebration this morning.

　　 When she raised her hand and knocked on the door, she was worried that they would also encounter misfortune, but she was relieved when she saw the landlord’s wife who opened the door and Mr. Birch’s old mother who was going out behind her.

　　 "Who are you looking for?"

　　 the landlord asked cautiously, as if afraid that the man in front of him would pull out a gun.

　　 "Look for her."

　　 Jenkins nodded to the old lady, who looked at him suspiciously.

　　 "I'm here to fetch something. Your son helped someone keep a book, and now this book belongs to me."

　　 He took out the token Mr. White Cat gave him, but Mrs. Wood (Mr. Birchwood's last name) shook her head:

　　 "Sir, I don't know what you are talking about."

　　 As he said, he wanted to bypass Jenkins who was standing at the door and walked onto the street. Jenkins narrowed his eyes, wondering if the other party really didn't know or there were other reasons.

　　 "Then I will say another thing, I feel you have a Chessland accent, is this my illusion..."

　　 The old man walking tremblingly on crutches stopped, squinted his eyes to look at the stranger, and then said for a while:

　　 "You are really interesting, go upstairs."

　　 "Mrs. Wood, there is something wrong with this! Is he threatening you? Don't be afraid, as long as I yell, the police at the street will come over."

　　 The landlord asked nervously, not knowing when he had an extra feather duster that he had put on the shoe cabinet just now.

　　 "He is not a bad guy. He is indeed a friend of my dead son. He was just talking witty words to me."

　　 Turned around and walked up the stairs as he said it. It looked like he could fall down at any time. It was nothing like the spy who was connecting with his offline the other night.

　　 After entering the house, he found that there was no one else in the house. Only then did Jenkins realize that this family has jobs except for the elderly in front of him. It is impossible to be at home at this time.

　　 He didn't sit down, but looked around, pretending that he hadn't come here with Hathaway as Mr. Candle last time because of the fruit plate.

　　 "Since Little Wood's death, there will be strange and strange people in every three hours, asking for the strange relics he left behind."

　　Mrs. Wood put the cane aside, and walked to the back room:

　　 "Wait a moment, I will show it to you, I remember that book."

　　 Jenkins stood at the door watching the back of the old man walking trembling disappear behind the door, but within a few seconds, the muzzle came out from behind the door, and then the serious old man took the gun and walked out:

　　 "Go ahead, who are you?"

　　 Mrs. Wood was not holding a small-caliber pistol, but a shotgun. The muzzle of the black hole pointed at Jenkins, she skillfully opened the insurance and shook the weapon:

　　 "Go over there and stand!"

　　 Jenkins did not speak, and left the door and stood against the wall as she wanted.

　　 "Now tell me, who are you? What do you know?"

"I am a friend of your son before his death. This time I want to get a book. For the good of everyone, you'd better put down your gun. You don't want to know that the last person who tried to shoot me suffered after pulling the trigger. What kind of fate has it."

　　 The mother of Mr. Birchwood, so although Jenkins was robbed, he still maintained basic courtesy.

Chapter 1454 Chapter 1431 Healer

　　 "If you don't answer my question, I will let you know what fate will happen to you now. Don't look at my age, young man, you can never guess how many people I have killed."

　　 The old lady squinted her eyes and leaned her face on the side of the gun body. Her hand was very stable, and her right hand with a copper thimble was on the trigger, making it impossible to ignore her warning.

　　 "Without a silencer, I don't believe you dare to shoot."

　　 "With such a big event happening this morning, do you think Nolan's police will be as sensitive as before? I don't want to ask again, who are you? What are you going to do?"

　　 "You are so old and you have your own grandson. Why can't you live a good life? I really came to get the book. As for your identity, it's very simple."

　　 As Jenkins stretched out his hand and pressed the muzzle, flames gushed out of his palm before the opponent reacted, and the muzzle melted easily. As the flame spread to the gun body, the metal with extremely high thermal conductivity quickly transferred the heat to the old lady Wood’s skin. She subconsciously let go of her hand, and then watched the gun melt in the hands of the strange man on the opposite side. He pinched it in his hands like kneading dough.

　　 The bullet gunpowder in the barrel exploded due to the heat and pressure, which did not panic Jenkins, the flame covered the injured skin, and the wound healed quickly. He didn't use his ability to cool the metal until the gun was crushed into a discus, and then he threw it aside.

　　 "The gifter?"

　　Mrs. Wood obviously knows the extraordinary world.

"Yes, as you can see, I am just a gifter passing by here, only for that book. I am not interested in your work. It is because of your son’s face. I don’t care about it. Give me that book now."

　　 "Wood he..."

　　 "He is just an ordinary person, and I are just ordinary friends."

　　 Jenkins said, then stretched out his hand:

　　 "I don't want to say it again, give me the book."

　　Successfully got the book from Mr. Birchwood's house. Jenkins didn't embarrass his friend's mother, and even left some money when he left.

　　 He quickly forgot the unpleasant experience just now, and after leaving the apartment, he looked around and walked along the street towards the direction of the Church of the Sage.

　　 The book was held between his arms, and he didn't immediately open it to check what Mr. White Cat said "interesting ability". The moment he got the book, he had a very strange feeling. This feeling made him guess what fate had arranged, but it was not the time to open it yet.

　　 Many people were injured in the dock area today, and the hospital could not accommodate so many injuries. Therefore, some believers went to the church for help. Among them, the Church of the Sages located in the urban area received the most injuries due to its convenient transportation.

　　 No matter how big the church is, it is impossible to accommodate hundreds of wounded at the same time. Therefore, the bookstore directly opposite the church and the two shops next door are temporarily borrowed for the rest of the patients with minor injuries, waiting for the church priests to treat and comfort.

　　 Jenkins didn't dare to enter the church with his current face, so he waited for a while and walked into the bookstore opposite the church.

　　 In addition to the clergy of the church, nearby private doctors were also temporarily recruited to help, so after Jenkins stated that he was a medical student, he was also assigned some simple tasks by an old priest holding a thick notebook.

　　 When he was busy, he couldn't feel the flow of time. Although most of his assignments were small tasks such as helping the injured or wiping the wounds, he had been using his ability without a trace.

　　 This kind of behavior will not be discovered once or twice, but it was used throughout the afternoon, and it eventually attracted attention.

　　 When the evening glow appeared outside the window, the bookstore diagonally across from the Church of the Sage was still full of wounded. After Jenkins helped a middle-aged doctor with a moustache hold the wounded, the doctor dug out the bullet from the wounded arm with a knife.

　　 wiped the sweat from his forehead, and was about to find some water to drink. When he turned around, he saw Captain Bincy looking at him.

　　 subconsciously wanted to say hello, but immediately realized who he was now.

　　 "Sir, do you have anything to do with me?"

　　 he asked cautiously.

　　 "Talk here."

　　 Captain Bincy pointed to the backyard of the bookstore, Jenkins nodded, and walked through the crowded room with him to the backyard where the original bookstore furniture was piled up.

　　 left the room, the noisy sound disappeared. Jenkins saw the sunset and knew that he had stayed in Nolan for too long.

　　 "You... are you a gifter?"

　　 The two stood still, Captain Binxi lighted himself a cigarette, and asked after skillfully spit out the smoke ring. This was the first time Jenkins saw someone next to him smoking a cigarette. He subconsciously observed the color of the smoke, and then realized that this kind of caution was too stupid. It is impossible for Captain Pensey to not know about the non-smoking grass.

　　 "Yes, I am a gifter, there is no registered gifter."

　　 He nodded generously and admitted.

　　 "Which great believer are you? The God of Peace? Or an unintentional healer?"

　　 Both of these two have clergy related to [medical care]. In peaceful times, most of them like to run clinics and treat patients completely free of charge in a certain week of the year. In unpeaceful times, most of the believers of the latter still like to run clinics, while the believers of the former will be transferred to battlefield doctors.

"No, I am also a believer of the sage... Don’t look at me with such a look, this sentence is not a lie, I can swear to the sage. I just don’t like to be restrained, so I didn’t go to the church to register the gift The identity of the person. Are you going to arrest me? Or are you going to force me to go to the church opposite to confess my identity?"

　　 he asked.

　　 "I just want to confirm that you are not a suspicious person. As for arresting you..."

　　 He shook his head and then squeezed out the cigarette butt. The half of the cigarette that had not been smoked was put back into the cigarette box.

“I’m not so free yet. In fact, the church has never been malicious to non-registered gifts. You don’t like to register, and we rarely force you to come to the church to register your identity. Non-registered gifts living in the Diocese of Nolan, according to the right The Church of God estimates that there are three digits. The church knows the situation of some people, but as long as there is no violation of the law, the church will not pursue what you have done...not to mention that you were saving people just now, Nolan There are very few gifted people in the parish with healing powers. If you are willing to become a scribe, I can..."

　　 "I still want to be free for the time being. I think even if I don't become a scribe, I can still promote the sage to spread the glory."

　　 Jenkins said, and then leaned against the bookshelves temporarily moved to the backyard with Captain Bincy and looked at the sunset in the distance.

　　PS: The next chapter ends this volume.

Chapter 1455 The first thousand four hundred and thirty-two heroes (end of this volume)

　　The golden light spilled onto the city, and the metal pipes and tiles on the outside of the walls all reflected soft light. After the heavy rain and snowfall, it is a good weather. I don't know how long this weather will last.

"When it comes to the issue of heretics, it's like believers who lie. Even though they have done so many things, they haven't touched the bottom line of the church in essence, so we haven't arrested them. I wonder if you have heard about it. At noon, the believer who lied also appeared in the dock area and was discovered by the demigods of the Orthodox Church, but he was still let go."

　　 said Captain Bincy.

　　 Jenkins's mouth trembled:

　　 "The version I heard is that believers of lies frozen the sea and saved Nolan, so the demigods didn't bother him."

　　 "Your message is really well-informed."

　　 Captain Bincy said with a smile, not at all embarrassed because his lie was exposed.

"Speaking of it, the believers of lies are really active recently. I heard that many things in the past month are related to them. The Titan that appeared in the suburbs of the city last month, the ghoul invasion after that, and the sky not long ago The upside-down city, and today’s things. What do they want to do? Are they messengers who caused disasters or saviors who expelled them?

　　 The long-lost conversation with the Pennsy team evoked Jenkins's interest. He didn't mind saying more.

　　 Captain Bincy obviously doesn’t mind wasting time here with Jenkins, and his chatterbox is also opened:

"Hearing what you said, I feel that so many things have happened this month. In fact, it is more than that. The off-season snowfall in the whole world last month is also related to them, but the center of the incident is in Northland. After the black-robed man who likes to collect tricks appeared for the first time, I felt that the whole world was messed up. In my opinion, the original world was peaceful, and people only care about when the steam engine will be cheaper and smaller, and whether the inventors There are new ideas, but in just six months, wars and disasters have become regulars in the newspapers."

　　 Although the sun has not completely set yet, the moon and stars in the sky are already faintly visible. Captain Bincy raised his head to look at the purple star, which was already obvious in the sky.

　　 "You should know this, right?"

　　 Captain Bincy pointed to the star.