No one knows the meaning of the 　　 call.

When 　　 opened his eyes, it was already sunset outside, and the old man was sitting in front of his window peeling an apple.

　　 This picture is familiar, but the positions of the two have changed.

　　 "How long did I sleep?"

　　 He sat up with his head in his hands, feeling the pain in his temple throbbing, maybe he should go to the doctor and prescribe a decoction for calming the nerves.

　　 "Two days."

　　 Papa handed the apple to Jenkins, and the chocolate cleverly fell on his quilt.

"I will not reprimand you. I will come back without following my arrangements. Young people always have to learn some lessons before they can grow up... If you want to ask me how I got in, don't forget you I taught you how to lock. Don’t thank me for coming to see you. Chocolate was so hungry the day before yesterday that he ran to the store to find me."

　　 "I didn't want to ask."

　　 Jenkins squinted his eyes and replied, stroking the cat’s soft fur.

　　 I took a bite of an apple, the sweet juice filled my mouth, and my stomach screamed.

　　 "Drink this cup of tea first."

　　 Dad clapped his hands and stood up, "The Snow Bee Honey sent by Miss Bevanna is refreshing and very helpful for your recovery."

"what's wrong with me?"

　　 he asked.

"Although it looks very similar to extreme fatigue, it is not. The church's misjudgment, this time the enemy is not one demon, but two. The extent of the corruption of that piece of land is astonishing, and pure magic cannot ensure that the body is not protected from it. Harm. If you go back to church the night before, you can get treatment right away. Who would have thought that you would go home? Fortunately, you are young now, with a relatively strong body, and your soul's original ability is still healing. Otherwise, it would not be as simple as lying down for two days. ."

　　 "Because it's closer to home."

　　 Jenkins defended in a low voice, and at the same time he was very happy and had a suitable reason to help himself.

　　Wearing slippers and Dad walked to the first floor, there were already shiny silver utensils, knives and forks on the table. The steaming turkey, the bright vegetable platter, and the fragrant fish soup made Jenkins take a sip of water.

　　 "Daddy did it?"

"is it possible?"

　　 he asked with his eyes slanted, but he helped Jenkins pull the chair away.

"It was done by a private chef sent by the Marquis of Hymir. The devil’s affairs cannot be known to ordinary people. Therefore, the external argument is that a group of evil pseudo-theists kidnapped and killed the city’s people on the grounds of advocating novel scientific knowledge. Many children of aristocratic families. Rumored on the streets of this city, this incident was accidentally discovered and reported by a well-meaning citizen; well-informed detectives or reporters believed that the reporter was a devout believer in true God; a powerful official I heard from the little nobleman that the whistleblower was the lover of a noble girl; only the real big man knew that Jenkins Williams, the new writer who was about to be knighted for his hugely popular books, bravely exposed the cultists’ conspiracy."

　　 "Is the count thanking me? Because of my report, Miss Heimer was successfully rescued?"

　　 He fiddled with the food on the plate with a fork, and asked absently.

"It's only part of the reason, remember what I said? Heimer Bohou is in charge of the Nolan Navy. Even in the kingdom, he is also a powerful nobleman. He should have heard of some things about the church, although it is impossible to know you. You are about to be canonized, but you should guess that you have a special place in the church."

　　 "Does he know that I am a gifter?"

　　 Jenkins asked again.

　　 "It is impossible to know."

　　 Dad speaks very surely.

　　 "We signed a two-way treaty when we entered office. We serve the sages for life and keep the secrets of the church. The church is obliged to protect us from secular forces. This is a sacred contract and cannot be violated."

"That's good."

　　 Jenkins put boiled potatoes into his mouth. They are obviously the same food, and different people cook them with different tastes.

　　 "Did the chocolate eat something weird? I feel smarter than before."

　　 Daddy squinted his eyes and looked at the plate of chocolate on the grilling table. He has eaten up his fine cat food today, and now he is trying to harass Jenkins to eat and ask for more.

　　 "Apocalypse for animal wisdom."

　　 "Old Jack gave it?"

"Yes it is."

　　 "Want to dig my corner again."

　　 The old man laughed and scolded, and he guessed the situation at that time.

　　While eating, the two chatted about the devil. As expected, the church did not announce the appearance of the saint. I don't know if it is restricted by the contract, or I really don't know.

On the chair next to 　　 are several copies of the "Nolan Daily" of the last two days. These are the newspapers ordered by Jenkins and should have been brought in by the old man. As for milk, it was either drunk by chocolate or daddy.

　　 After all, this is an era without refrigerators.

　　 "Calendar change?"

　　 Jenkins saw the biggest headline at a glance, and this headline wanted to occupy the first page of the entire newspaper, lest people would not see it.

　　 "Yes, from now on, there will be one more day every four years, that is to say, three years later, starting from 1868 in the general calendar, every year with a multiple of four, the calendar year will be 366 days."

Chapter 135 Chapter 131 Perception of the World

　　 "Why?"

　　 Jenkins asked in surprise.

"What the people say is that in recent years, advances in mathematics and astronomy have allowed the calendar to be revised more precisely; the real reason is that the new great existence that appeared a few days ago has finally been confirmed as its true existence. That one’s priesthood should be related to secrets. We cannot rely on astrology and divination to know any information about Him. If it is disrespectful, if the stars in the sky are not still shining, we cannot even be sure that He really exists. Because of this existence. The uncertainty of this person cannot increase the number of days in a year for the time being, so this is the result."

　　 "This also works?"

　　 "Why not?"

Dad’s expression of a young man’s thinking is too simple: "What the people know is the truth. Astrologers and astronomers have discovered that the number of days in a year has really changed. Every four years or more, this is not our stipulation. , The world has changed."

　　 "In which month was added that day?"

　　 Jenkins asked while flipping through the newspaper.

　　 "August, [The Moon of Skilled Craftsman and Ganlin], this one appeared at the end of August."

　　 Dad replied.

　　 Fortunately, it is August, not February, otherwise Jenkins may fall into doubt about the crossing, and then slowly drive himself crazy.

　　 "It really is a world with idealistic power, is consciousness the first?"

　　 Jenkins looked at the calculation formula roughly written in the newspaper and exclaimed in his heart. Looking at the sunset outside, he had a better understanding of the whole world.

　　 With the appearance of his thoughts, an icy breath came from the void, and the spirit in the body grew by a large amount for no reason.

　　 "Level 2?"

　　 The old man asked without raising his head while eating.

　　 "Yes." Jenkins replied, "I remember it was level one before going to bed."

　　 "Good luck boy, he was second-level in less than two months after joining the job. I really believe now that the goddess is partial to you."

　　 Jenkins giggled.

　　 Just as the old man said when he met Jenkins for the first time, the most orthodox way to grow spirits should be to imitate the benefactors in the old legends and perceive the world. Therefore, it is very normal for someone to upgrade for no reason after sleeping. After all, the soul in the dream is the most relaxed. Although it is also the easiest to encounter those great and weird existences, such as professors, it is also easier to experience the world.

　　 On the surface, Jenkins and Dad are just whistleblowers about the devil's affairs, and the rest has nothing to do with them. So he lay here for two days for a full vacation, and the civilian staff were so relaxed.

　　 As for the deceitful situation, it did not happen in the Diocese of Nolan at all, so no one will mention it. Let the Shire people do their work.

　　 "By the way, Mr. Bro took a letter from your readers and went to me to find you yesterday, as if he wanted to talk about the new book."

　　 "I have time to visit him tomorrow."

　　 "Tomorrow won't work, you have other things to do tomorrow."

"whats the matter?"

　　 Jenkins was taken aback.

"Accepting the title, this is a trivial matter, the honorary baron, you don't even need to see the king, except for the title, that is, you can get 5 pounds a month. Clean up tomorrow morning and go to church in the afternoon. Your reward is here. Now it is It is still uncertain which of the Holy See will come, but we must pay attention to it and don't lose the face of the diocese."

　　 "Oh, it's finally here? Huh, how come on the same day?"

　　 "This is what you care about? What else, deliberately."

　　 The old man shrugged, with an obvious look.

　　 "The title thing is because I wrote a book?"

　　 he asked again.

　　 "You will understand these things when you get in touch with them in the future."

The old man waved his hand. "The purpose of the royal family is to give you a knighthood. The reason is of course that you can say whatever you want...In recent years, the royal family has not granted knighthood for this reason. The statement in the newspaper is' Promote the development of the kingdom’s culture and promote the kingdom’s excellent culture'."

"I know this."

　　 Jenkins nodded, not to mention writers in previous lives, even some non-existent characters, such as Sherlock Holmes, were once knighted by the Queen of England. This situation is not uncommon now, and the Honorable Baron is not even considered a nobleman in the eyes of some people.

　　 The two continued to eat, Jenkins looked at the door.

　　 "Is anyone coming to see me these days?"

"The bishop and Bincy came together and brought a bouquet of flowers; the apple you ate was brought by Hathaway Hessa. She said that Mihail is still recuperating in the hospital and will come to thank you personally after a while. ; Miss Bevana happened to ran into Miss Eve Garden and Miss Audrey when she came over yesterday. How did you know these two?"

　　 "I don't know me?"

　　 Jenkins asked suspiciously.

　　"Miss Audrey said that she will visit again in a few days, and she has very important things to ask you."

　　 "Is anyone coming?"

　　 "That's it. We didn't inform your father and mother about this. I don't think you want them to know, right?"

"Indeed it is."

　　 Jenkins nodded.

　　 Dad went back after eating, he still had something to do.

　　 Jenkins asked the maid who appeared on time to clean the room, and then closed all doors and windows before sitting back at the desk in his bedroom.

　　 "What the **** did I do?"

　　He hugged the chocolate under the light of the elegant gas lamp, thinking about the gains and losses from leaving Nolan to the Shire.

"A black ability, a pencil, a magical ability, and a red ability. By the way, they were upgraded to level two, which solved the hidden danger of bones. By the way, there is also the rapier that was thrown in the Shire and a few coins. "

　　 As he spoke, he fumbled under the quilt. There were four green coins, three of which were solid and one was illusory and transparent.

　　 "What's the use of this thing?"

　　 He frowned suspiciously. If it were just a by-product of the ability of [Profane Production], it would be too delicate. Maybe the answer can be found in the library of the church.

　　 He placed a pen full of ink and laid aside the white paper neatly in front of him, closed his eyes, and took the initiative to explore the knowledge brought by the divine nature.

　　 Different from last time, this time there is no specific image. I saw a magnificent palace covered by clouds in a daze, with a woman's phantom standing in the center, and the subtle sound of music came into my ears.

　　 What's bad is that it wasn't a piece of music that sounded, but a lot of different pieces of music, either excited, or sad, or joyful, or low. These sounds all have extraordinary power, and knowledge is in these music.

　　 "Ahem~"

　　 Jenkins opened his eyes, his ears were still buzzing, looking at the light of the kerosene lamp in confusion, but couldn't think about where the light came from.

Chapter 136 Chapter 132 Nomination

　　 "Chocolate, scream!"

　　 He shouted slowly, but still couldn't hear his own voice.

　　 "Stupid!"

　　 I can only see Chocolate's mouth moving, but I can't hear any noise. I want it to meow in a hurry.

　　 wiped the blood from his ears with a towel, and after resting on the table for a long time, his head dizziness and tinnitus were slightly better. He immediately recorded the new knowledge he had just acquired.

　　 First, the special ceremony [Sound Preservation Array], generally speaking, is to engrave the ritual array on a certain plane, which can record sounds for a period of time. Of course, the core material is something called [Sound-absorbing Stone], which Jenkins has never heard of.

　　 Second, the golden magic [Eternal Silence], after the ability is activated, with the ability user as the center, no sound can be made. The activation of the spell ability requires the corresponding strange spells to be read. This ability can prevent some spells that must be spoken by voice (most of the spells can be recited silently, but they require a long period of practice), which is very useful.

　　 It is a pity that this pseudo-god is not the object of Jenkins's faith, and he dare not learn the pseudo-god.