On the 29th, Aldrich came to Johnny's house to continue to accompany him. Johnny didn't say anything about wanting to be alone. To be precise, he didn't say anything.

He probably hasn't eaten anything since yesterday, and he hasn't taken good care of himself. At this time, his complexion is a little unusually ruddy, and he is still wearing the black mourning dress from yesterday. His curly hair is even messier. After the door, he went back to the sofa and sat in a daze.

Aldrich was a doctor in his previous life, and when he saw Johnny's face, he felt that something was wrong. He hurriedly put down the milk and white bread he brought, and touched Johnny's forehead, it was really hot!

It was raining yesterday and he didn't take care of the aftermath. Even if Johnny wasn't weak, he couldn't stand the fever caused by the cold.

Aldrich hurriedly ran to boil hot water, took off the clothes on Johnny's body, regardless of his weak resistance, forcibly gave him a bath, then pressed him onto the bed and covered the quilt.

Although Aldrich studied Western medicine, to be honest, some folk remedies work faster than Western medicine.

"Johnny, turn your back and lie on the bed."

Aldridge persuaded him softly. After Johnny lay on the bed, he was groggy and confused, and he didn't respond when he heard his words. Aldridge could only turn him over by himself.

With Johnny's back exposed, Aldridge found a silver nar coin, dipped it in some hot water and scratched it from top to bottom on Johnny's back.

The scientific name of this operation is scraping, and it works wonders when he has a cold and fever. Aldridge can’t remember where he learned it. He only remembers that when he was sick, someone helped him clear the heat like this.

It wasn't until Johnny's back was covered with crimson Sha that Aldridge stopped, he wiped the water stains off his back with a towel, and then wrapped him back in the quilt.

Then he went out to buy some vegetables, boiled them in hot water, and fed Johnny a little bit, then he was relieved.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Aldridge felt very uncomfortable watching him pass out in a coma.

The Rodriguez couple have never been family-loving people. At least Aldridge has known Johnny since he was a child, but he has only seen them two or three times.

Johnny is simple and kind, but because of the inconvenience of his right foot, he is a little inferior and not sociable. In his life, apart from books, there are only friends like Aldrich and brother Claude.

It is conceivable that Claude's death had an impact on him. Aldridge knew that he needed time to come out, and all he could do was accompany him.

Johnny is by no means an idiot. Aldridge is sure that he also understands that Claude's death is strange, but he has not yet come out of the result of Claude's death.

"Jingle bell~"

At this moment, a crisp doorbell rang from downstairs.

"Who will it be at this time?"

Aldridge muttered as he stood up, went down and opened the door.

He narrowed his eyes, and standing outside the door were three church deacons wearing divine robes.

One of the male deacons asked, "Is this the home of Claude Rodriguez?"

"Yes." Aldridge replied flatly.

The other party continued: "We are deeply saddened by Claude's passing, and we have sent over his relics."

Only then did Aldridge notice a carriage with the Tree of Life emblem parked behind them.

"Thank you." Aldridge still didn't give any expression, just did basic etiquette.

The three deacons said nothing, put the two large wooden boxes on the ground and left.

Aldridge carried the box to the living room of the room, sat down on the sofa, and had a guess that could not be shaken away: If Claude's death was strange, would he leave some words behind?

It's just Claude's relic, and as a friend, he's just an outsider and has no right to touch it.

Aldrich's face was gloomy and uncertain, and after thinking for a long time, he finally opened the box - even if he didn't care about etiquette, he still wanted to find the tail of the truth!

One of the wooden boxes contained clothes and some toiletries, while the other wooden box contained a pile of books.

Aldrich flipped through it slightly, and found a diary wrapped in cowhide in the wooden box containing the books.

Everyone in this era has the habit of keeping a diary, and Claude is no exception.

Will there be any clues here?

Aldridge quickly flipped the diary to the end of the record, and the date above was November 26.

This is the day of the turmoil, and the day of Claude's accident.

Aldridge actually didn't hold out much hope. If Claude's death really had anything to do with the church, they would read this diary countless times!

But even if there is only one in ten thousand hope, Aldridge still reads carefully:

November 26, Saturday.

It was a terrible day today!

The chain reaction caused by the turmoil in Huodu made the church devastated.

Fortunately, I was fortunate to see the radiance of the mother goddess, how great it was!

I really wish Johnny saw this scene at that moment. I want him to know the majestic power of the Mother Goddess. It would be even better if he could believe in the Mother Goddess because of this.

Speaking of which, Enzeri's father and mother will not go home this year. Johnny is very dissatisfied with this matter, just like the child.

Maybe I can invite Johnny's friend to join us for the holiday, by the way, his friend's birthday is December 5th, maybe we can celebrate together.

As for gifts, I have a task tonight. I can drop by Mrs. Milena to buy a copy~lightnovelpub.net~ I remember they liked the little things there when they were two children.

Mother God is above, I hope everything goes well tonight.

Aldridge stood up from the sofa halfway through reading, gnashing his teeth, Claude actually left a clue!

If there is nothing wrong with this letter for normal people to read, it is the life record of a devout believer of the Earth Goddess. The above tasks are not explained in detail, and there are no flaws.

But Aldridge knew what was wrong with the letter—

Johnny's friend is undoubtedly him, and his birthday is January 3, not December 5!

Few people knew about this matter. Aldridge was just an orphan. If it wasn't for Claude's kind help, he would still be a black account. When registering with information such as birth date, Claude knew that Important, I wrote December 5th casually.

But Aldridge himself took January 3rd as his birthday. Johnny knew this, and Claude knew about it later, so he had no reason to write the date December 5th in his diary!

Unless he knew that someone would read his diary, in order to avoid this information being found to be wrong, he deliberately wrote down the date.

If there are no tricks in it, why does Claude leave this diary obliquely?

Aldridge held back his anger and tried to analyze.

"Mrs. Milena..."

Aldridge vaguely remembers that the lady opened a gift shop on Find Street, five blocks from Spencer Street, filled with quirky gadgets.

When he was a child, he and Johnny used to run there, but now that they have grown up, they are no longer childish, and their memories are blurred a lot.

The clues left by Claude are likely to be there!