is the only complete knowledge obtained, and the fragmented knowledge shows that neither righteous gods nor false gods seem to have specific forms. The idols erected by mortals are merely mortal imaginations. This is also a reasonable explanation, why most believers face the holy emblem instead of the idol when they pray. The holy emblem often appears when the gifter uses divine art, but the idol is not involved at all.

　　 If this information is true, then an interesting question arises: What is the giant tree that Jenkins saw last time and the shadow of the woman he saw this time?

　　 Get up early the next day, put on his best suit, put on black leather shoes, and took photos in the mirror for a while, until Chocolate called out impatiently before leaving the house.

　　 The workers' riots a few days ago didn't seem to bring any changes to the city, at least Jenkins didn't see it. The newspaper didn't mention anything about the martial law that night, but the reward from the black-robed man was higher, now it was 3,000 pounds. The latest charge is for assaulting a thief who broke into the church and taking the stolen money of the thief as his own.

　　 Jenkins was taken aback, only to realize later that the church wanted to learn the whereabouts of the bold robber through divination. But the unknown man had been killed, and when he died, Jenkins happened to be in a black robe pose. Therefore, all they can see is that the black-robed man killed the thief, the mirror was left, and only the roll of parchment was lost. In addition, the black-robed people had a history of robbing tricks before, and it was logical that they were considered black to eat black.

　　 But I probably realized that the black-robed man was related to the newly emerged false god, and that false **** killed the demon and helped the church a lot. Now the black-robed people's rewards occupies only the size of nails in the newspaper, which is in obvious contrast with the previous one-third of the space.

　　 "I am obviously a good person."

　　 He touched his cat and sighed.

　　 There is a black carriage parked in front of the antique shop. Its shape is the same as that of the common carriage on the road, but there is no conspicuous sign indicating its identity on the car body. One left and one right in front of the store, stood four tall men, all of whom were wearing white shirts and dark blue formal wear, with bright hair combed. Seeing Jenkins approaching, they put their hands in their arms uniformly. When he saw his face, he put his hand down.

　　 Ding Dong~

　　 ignored them, opened the door of the old father's antique shop, and turned the wooden sign into "in business", unexpectedly there was already a customer in the antique shop.

He was an old gentleman, wearing a black tuxedo, with his chest raised, his face slightly upward, a ridiculous white wig on his head, and a slightly curved paulownia cane inlaid with red gems. .

　　 The ruby ​​ring the size of a pigeon egg is worn on the index finger of the right hand.

　　 Seeing Jenkins's face, he was taken aback, but immediately turned into a gentle smile.

　　 "Mr. William, I didn't expect you to be so young, not 21 years old at all."

　　 has a gentle tone, but his accent is not like a native of Nolan.

　　 "Hello, who are you?"

　　 While he was talking, he looked at the old man in front of the counter who was sorting his books. The latter shrugged, indicating that this matter had nothing to do with him.

　　 "Sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Douglas Gerrold, you can call me Mr. Gerrold. This time I ventured to visit you as an honorary baron on behalf of the queen."

　　 The old man picked up the red tray on the counter neatly, and Jenkins caught it. On it was a badge, an ornately decorated rapier and a certificate with a red cover.

　　 "Baron Williams, my business is over, then goodbye, and good health."

　　 After finishing speaking, he bowed slightly to Jenkins, then hurried away without looking back.

"that's all?"

　　Waiting for the carriage outside the door to leave, Jenkins asked in surprise, he thought there would be a grand ceremony.

　　 "What do you think will happen, the Honor Baron is nothing but honor."

　　 the old man said sarcastically.

　　 But the voice changed, and he pointed out: "Do you know who it was just now? I didn't expect him to come."

"who is it?"

　　 Jenkins asked immediately, he really didn’t know, he couldn’t remember those secular so-called "big men" in the newspaper.

"Douglas Gerrold, the current steward of the Queen, is the Duke himself. At the same time, the cousin of his grandfather is the long-dead Queen Elizabeth IV. It stands to reason that a small honorary baron would never need him to come here. ."

　　 Dad explained.

　　 "Father, you don't need to add that adjective, I know this title is worthless."

　　 Jenkins said with a smile, the badge in the tray is the "National Contribution Medal." Anyone can get it as long as they donate 10,000 pounds to the kingdom. It is awarded to Jenkins in recognition of the huge response his storybook has caused.

　　 Although the sword is opened, its decorative value is greater than its use value. It is a symbol of knighthood. Jenkins took a few gestures and decided to hang it on the fireplace at home.

　　 As for the certificate with the red cover, it proves the aristocratic status of Jenkins Redampout Williams. At the beginning of each month, he can take this book to the city hall to receive 5 pounds.

　　Of course, this money is to help those bankrupt aristocrats and maintain the basic decent status of aristocracy. After all, the royal family cannot take back the title of an otherwise wealthy gentleman because he went bankrupt. Therefore, nobles who can survive in consideration of their own face will never receive it.

　　PS: Repeat, the chapter number in the morning is wrong, seven chapters have been updated, so the afternoon is five chapters.

Chapter 137 Chapter 133 Preparation

　　 "If you are short of money, ask me for it. Don't lose that face."

　　 The old man saw Jenkins' thoughts at once, and the latter smiled embarrassedly.

"this is for you."

　　 He threw to Jenkins a slender object wrapped in kraft paper.

　　 "Old Jack sent it, saying you forgot to take it."

　　 Dad explained directly, and Jenkins realized that this was his rapier.

　　 Just finished copying today’s 100 tadpole texts, Jenkins was kicked out by his father and asked him to go to church quickly.

　　 Entering the church from the main entrance, Bishop Parrod and Captain Bincy rushed out from nowhere, and then led him to the courtyard behind the main hall, turned left and right, and came to a large empty hall.

　　 There are already a few gentlemen and ladies standing inside, and next to it is a shelf with various dark fabrics.

"it's him!"

　　 Captain Bincy pointed to Jenkins and said loudly: "There are still three hours left. Be sure to prepare the most decent clothes for him to meet the distinguished guests."

　　 "Yes, yes, don't care about the materials!"

Bishop Parrod also commanded: "The best is the best. This young man will meet the guests from the Holy See in the afternoon. You are all believers of the goddess, and you should understand what glory this is. At the same time, the Diocese of Nolan Also show a qualified attitude and never lose face in front of distinguished guests!"

　　 In addition to these tailors, makeup artists, and designers, the nuns who live in the church all year round are also arranged to serve.

　　 The believers in this diocese were canonized as sons. This is the glory of the diocese. The whole church was mobilized. Most of them don't know what's going on, but seeing the elderly Mr. Bishop blushing personally this time, he also realizes the importance of the matter.

　　 Fortunately, this incident itself involves the gifter and cannot be announced to the public. Otherwise, believers in the entire parish will be mobilized to decorate the church.

　　 Captain Bincy was beaming with joy on his face, standing aside watching Jenkins being manipulated by the ladies, measuring his height, weight, waist circumference, and so on.

　　 "When I am old, this matter can be written into my memoir!"

　　 He said to Jenkins happily.

　　 "Is it really okay to say this kind of thing?"

　　 Jenkins thought to himself, and opened his arms to measure his bust.

　　 The turmoil of the demon incident two days ago has not completely subsided. Captain Bincy still has things to do. He was quickly called away by Rogers Benz, who smiled politely at Jenkins. As for Mr. Schleich, since Captain Bincy didn't mention it, he thought he was recovering from his injuries, and the problem was not big.

After working for two hours back and forth, halfway through lunch with the old bishop who was smiling from ear to ear, Jenkins got a new dress, and his face was dusted with powder by the young makeup artist and repaired by the way. eyebrow.

　　 "Mr. William is really young."

　　 The makeup artist carefully outlines with an eyebrow pencil while looking in the mirror.

　　 Jenkins didn't dare to move his face, so there was no response.

　　 The location of the sealing ceremony was set in front of the Gate of Vientiane, which was secret enough and special enough. But not everyone can participate in this matter. In the end, only three secret guards, five combat team captains including Captain Bincy, the directors of the special item handling office and several other departments, and Jenkins 'S guide, Papa Oliver.

　　 Jenkins was wondering what he did. When he saw his father appear in a black suit and golden eyes, he knew that he was also preparing.

　　 This time coming from the Holy See is the elder Wood Brossier. Here is an explanation of the management system in the [knowledge and books] church, which is divided into three sequences. The first sequence manages the ordinary believers, the priests, nuns, bishops, etc. usually seen belong to this, which is the church structure that ordinary people understand; the second sequence is the gifter sequence, the battle team, the logistics staff, and the management office are all The members of this sequence; the third sequence is the secret guard sequence, their duty is only to guard the secrets of the church, the lowest rank is the secret guard, the highest rank is the elder, and the middle is unknown.

　　You can't inquire about secrets related matters at will. Jenkins only knows that they are guarding something, and they are more capable than combat troops.

　　 Around 3:30 in the afternoon, an old man in a white robe with a beard almost drooping to the ground, walked down the steps step by step, followed by some entourage. The familiar ones are Miss Orlando and Mr. Gilbert.

There was no magnificent scene as imagined. Both parties greeted their health. Then the elder chatted with Jenkins a few words, asked about the night of the sacrifice of the divine nature, and talked a few words about his storybook, and then announced to everyone that Jenkins ·Redamput Williams became the third living son of the [Church of Knowledge and Books].

　　 All present, kneeling on one knee respectfully, facing the holy emblem, praising the gods and the sages. Afterwards, the neatly dressed people exited, leaving only the old man and Jenkins standing there, quietly looking at the holy emblem on the bronze gate.

The light of the candlestick illuminates the hall, and the sage of the sage seems to shine in the light.

"how do you feel?"

　　 asked the old man.

　　 "Well, it's...simpler than I thought."

　　 Jenkins said his thoughts euphemistically.

"Haha, the important thing is the result, not the process. Almost a thousand years ago, the canonization of the Son must be carried out under the sacred emblem of the [Temple Library], and important figures in the church must appear. But then we discovered that doing so was wasteful It has no effect outside of time. The ritual has been simplified again and again, and it finally became like this."

　　Elder Wood slowly explained that Jenkins touched his head and felt it made sense, but the simplification was too serious.

As if seeing Jenkins' thoughts, the old man laughed: "What matters is the result, not the process. The result has not yet begun. You should be familiar with the ritual of asking the sage to watch. Now, facing the holy Do it again."

　　 He spoke gently, and handed Jenkins a blue chalk.

Jenkins smiled and took it, squatting down and drawing the holy emblem, but he was drumming in his heart: When this ceremony was held last time, he had not yet tried to become a god, and if he uses it now, he won’t be found in his original form, and then an angry sage. Smashed to death, right?

　　 He repeats the process of the prayer ritual in an embarrassing and cautious manner. In order to show respect, he deliberately slows down his movements, but there are only those steps, and he will always reach the last step.

　　 "What sacrifice do I need to use?"

　　 he asked quietly.

　　 The old man took out a beautiful small box from his pocket and opened it carefully, with a metal holy emblem in the middle.

Chapter 138 Chapter 134 The Book of Memories

　　In the eyes of truth, the holy emblem radiates a brilliant golden brilliance, this is a special item undoubtedly. But the problem is that it’s common sense that the three categories of items such as [tricky things], [superior] and [gifts] cannot be offered as sacrifices to gods. This is common sense.

　　 carefully placed the holy emblem on the ground, looking at the holy emblem on the bronze gate in front of him, Jenkins knelt on one knee and prayed quietly:

　　 "Pray for your gaze, praise the sage, your brilliance will illuminate the way people move forward."

　　 He closed his eyes and naturally couldn't see it. During the ceremony, the holy emblem was faintly glowing.

　　 He couldn't open his eyes anymore, his body seemed to fall into the clouds, and a magnificent voice came from all directions. A figure came from a distance, and a soft hymn sounded, very similar to the singing on Sunday.

　　 can't see the concrete image, and dare not look at the shadow. Jenkins lowered his head and felt the same as before, with a gentle gaze staring at him as if it were substance.

　　 A few seconds later, there was a cold and soft sensation on his forehead, and then, as if being hit on the head by a sledgehammer, he fell again.

　　 opened his eyes, the holy emblem in front of him had disappeared, and he subconsciously touched his forehead.

　　 "Mr. William, it seems that your devotion to sages is truly unparalleled."

The old man on the side watched Jenkins stood up in a daze, and then explained: "The gentlemen and ladies who have been given the status of saint child by the sage in the past, after the ceremony, will be weak for a few days because of meeting with the great existence. I did not expect you Reply so fast!"

　　 Jenkins naturally knew that this was because he had seen too many such scenes.

　　 But the problem is that Gods do not have a specific image. They exist in a form that is higher than that of mortals and do not have a shape that humans perceive. But why did the gods I saw three times meet my expectations?

　　 The old man handed a handkerchief, and Jenkins wiped it casually on his face, only to find that he was bleeding in Qiqiao.

　　 "Young people, your body is great!"

　　Elder Wood was still complimenting.

　　 "How do you feel now?"

　　 "It feels a little dizzy."

　　 "No, I am not asking this. I mean, have you gained any knowledge, brand new abilities, or insights."

　　 Jenkins blinked and confirmed that there are a lot of mess in his mind, but there are no new additions, and the light spot in front of him has not changed.

　　 The wise man is not angry because he has swallowed two drops of divinity, right?

"After you go back, you can slowly experience it. Just now I was by your side and I have already felt the majestic power and endless knowledge of the sage. The blessing of the sage to you is definitely greater than that of the existing ones in this generation. Much...cough cough, this is my personal feeling, don't tell others about it in the future."

"Ok."

　　 Jenkins nodded immediately.

　　 After becoming the Son of God, it will not have any impact on Jenkins' life, and he does not need to undertake additional obligations. From a vulgar point of view, there are a lot of benefits. Except for the old man who mentioned that he was buried in the [Temple Library] after death, any purchase in the church will have additional priority and reduction. The bishops, captains, and secret guards of the churches in all major dioceses at home and abroad will know Jenkins's soul emblem, and he has the right to mobilize a team of scribes to help himself without touching the core interests of the church.

　　 The elders said a lot of things scatteredly, and Jenkins wrote them down one by one. Finally, the veterans talked about substantive item rewards.

"Mr. Williams, as the saint son of the church, you have the right to have a [gift] treasured by the church, which is a status symbol. I don’t know if Oliver has mentioned to you that [gift] will take the initiative to choose his own The master, although anyone can use it, only the chosen master can soak it in his own spirit and play more roles."

　　 "Does he know daddy too?"

　　 Jenkins was surprised, but his face remained calm.

　　 While talking, the old man waved his robe, and a blue phantom appeared in the air. They are a book with a big slap, which looks burnt; a slightly curved dagger with a weird shape, which looks more like a scimitar; and a...eyeball?

"According to the previous regulations, we can first choose from the gifts in the local collection. If there is no match, then Mr. William, you need to go to the capital with me. This is the secret guard of this diocese. I used some methods to project the intercepted breath of the gift. You let go of your spirit and experience it. Do you have any special feelings?"