Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "Crooky things are not good, but they are less than the five-finger gift and supernatural. For example, C-07-0-0001, [Epic of Time]..."

　　 chuckled lightly, as if laughing at the absurdity of the sentence just now, and he muttered softly, "How is this possible?"

　　 After leaving the church, Jenkins stood calmly in the snow for a while, then greeted the carriage at the intersection and drove him through half the city to the [Knowledge and Books] church. Because today is a working day, it is still early morning, and the snow in the sky is still falling, not many believers come here to worship.

　　 The guards of the church and the priests who are in charge of welcoming the believers all recognize Jenkins. As soon as he cleared the snow from his boots at the door of the church, two nuns walked in with towels.

"Oh, thank you."

　　 He opened his arms a little uncomfortable, and the nuns helped him sweep the snow off his shoulders. Seeing the small cat's head popping out of the chest, the nuns also chuckled with their empty hands over their mouths.

　　 Saying goodbye to the nuns, Jenkins stepped on his boots through the courtyard that was still clearing the snow, walked through the corridor decorated with oil paintings of the Legend of the Savior, and then knocked on the door of Miss Bevanna's office.

　　 "Please come in."

　　 There was such a voice from inside.

　　 Jenkins took the cat out of his chest, hurriedly straightened his hair, and smoothed the folds on his coat, before twisting the cold metal doorknob.

　　 "Mr. Williams?"

　　 The woman didn't expect Jenkins to knock at the door.

　　 She is sitting behind her desk holding a cup of steaming tea and wearing a brown women's coat. Although the only furniture in the office is the desk, the small bookshelf on the wall and the coffee table and sofa for welcoming guests, its area is quite huge. In fact, it occupies almost half the area of ​​the building.

　　 "Please sit down. Actually, I will be in the library over there in the morning. If you want to find me, you can go there."

　　 Jenkins nodded, and sat down somewhat restrained.

　　 "Long time no see, Miss Bevanna. Are things going well in New Truman?"

　　 First of all, I have to say a few words. Even if my heart is anxious to explode, I must maintain the necessary etiquette.

　　 "It's going well, the **** son of the evil **** has escaped..."

　　 "......"

Section 319 Chapter 314 Targeting the Plan (11/15)

"Haha, don't show such an expression, Mr. Williams. After all, that is the heir of a great god, and we can count it as a victory if we can seriously wound him. In fact, if it weren't for it and its collaborators to be very good at hiding, We can directly call the righteous **** to come and solve this matter."

　　To treat creatures with divine nature, calling for gods to come into the world is a very correct choice. But this kind of thing rarely happened in history, which means that the mortal containers prepared by the Orthodox Church for the coming of the gods are almost just living steadily to death in the church.

　　Of course, for those who are suitable to serve as a vessel for gods to come to the world, very few people even within the church can know their identity. He/she may be just an ordinary priest/nun, may be a humble member of the fighting force, may be a powerful diocese bishop.

　　 The only thing in common is that they both have devout beliefs.

　　 Jenkins does not worry about being chosen as a container, because the recorded sages come and use women as their bodies.

　　 "I have something I want to find you."

　　 He finally talked about business, but he was still hesitating in his heart. After all, it seems that he is the only one who has the memory of repeating it on the 31st, which seems to imply his particularity.

　　 But if it is because of this, it would be inappropriate to conceal the matter and wait for the next night to come before making plans.

"Please speak."

　　 Miss Bevanna put down the tea cup and smiled softly at Jenkins.

"Is such that......"

　　 He looked at the potted flower on the window sill, he decided to say the even number in his mind, and temporarily concealed the singular number and waited for the next zero. Make sure that this kind of thing continues to happen, not an accident.

　　 "...7, 8, 9... singular."

　　 "It's like this. This morning, I went to repair my pocket watch. It was in the shop next to the Central Civic Plaza. Did you know?"

Seeing the woman expressing his affirmation, he swallowed and continued: "It was nothing at all. I didn't want to stay outside in such cold weather. But the gear monitoring A-08-1-9990 suddenly produced a huge The heat, but only for a moment, just a moment."

　　 He repeatedly emphasized this because the syringe was hidden in the mechanical arm on the right side of the middle-aged shopkeeper, and there was actually no reaction at all before he took it out. He emphasized that there was only a moment, and even if it was discovered that the gear shouldn't work, it could be explained by the failure of the man's mechanical arm.

　　 Miss Bevanna nodded and motioned for Jenkins to continue.

"That's it, it's definitely not an illusion. Oh, yes, one more thing, there is a table clock in that watch shop that gives me a very strange feeling, you know, I am very sensitive to the perception of the spirit. That table clock ......how to say?"

　　 The guest star writer frowned and made an incomprehensible expression: "It's like choosing gifts at the Gate of Vientiane. Yes, that's how it feels."

　　 He stood up from the sofa, revealed the book of memories, and turned to the first page, which was printed with the appearance of C-08-2-2218 in Jenkins's memories, [Stop Clock].

　　 Miss Bevanna's eyes narrowed, her expression is very serious, she knows this gift!

　　 "Are you sure this clock gives you a special feeling?"

　　 She has to confirm this again, because the style of the table clock is very common and can be found in almost any watch shop.

"Yes it is."

　　 Jenkins is very sure, he once owned it briefly, it is definitely a gift.

"I understand."

　　Ms. Bevanna stood up, put her women's coat on the back of the chair, flicked the big book she never left, and took out another coat.

"Do you need my help?"

　　 "No, no, no."

She stretched out a finger and shook it gently: "This incident is likely to involve a wanted criminal with a five-figure bounty, Mr. Williams, oh, call you Jenkins. Jenkins, this kind of thing, or Professionals are required to deal with it. Please protect your own safety, and it is best not to leave the church today..."

　　 Even if she doesn't remind, Jenkins has no intention of leaving here. No matter what was going on, the church protected by the wise men would be the safest place, and he had made up his mind to spend the night here.

　　 I disclosed the information of the watch shop owner in order to verify whether my memory of "yesterday" is correct, and at the same time, I must once again confirm whether this matter has anything to do with the clock.

　　 But no matter what, as long as "tomorrow" is on the 31st, he has to inform the church of repetitive things.

　　 Saying goodbye to Miss Bevanna, the worried Jenkins stood there and sighed, stroked the chocolate that was trying to grab his face with his paw, looked around, and prepared to go to the gate of Vientiane.

　　When using the storage room/library/archive room behind the Vientiane Gate, it is not allowed to bring any living objects. Therefore, Jenkins had never brought chocolate in before. It was the same this time. The secret agent took care of his cat. Jenkins explained his intentions and borrowed a pocket watch from him. Then he walked into the bronze door that opened a gap.

　　The second floor of the Secret Trail Library is still full of the fragrance of expensive candles. Jenkins took a deep breath, only to feel that his irritable mood immediately calmed down.

"calm down."

　　 He said to himself like this, first stood still for a few seconds, and then strode deep into the bookshelf.

　　 Since I know the serial number and the name, the information on C-08-2-2218, [Stopped Clock] was quickly viewed.

　　 The church has very few records of this [gift], only a very vague black and white picture and half-page parchment introduction.

　　 [The original origin, from the founding of the 7th Era Craftsman Church, the main force of the church to solve a special time trick event (for specific information, you need to apply for permission to the Holy See). The table clock absorbed the blood of a devout believer, the weak divinity, and the residual power of time events, thus forming the [gift]. The role is unknown, it is related to time control, and the details are unknown.

　　Note: Time control is a very dangerous behavior, and time control requires a disproportionate price. 】

　　 "Wonderful craftsman, great righteous..."

　　 Jenkins has a serious expression, and the formation of [gift] is indeed related to gods, which can be gradually confirmed in many incidents.

Section 320 Chapter 315 The Mystery of Time (12/15)

　　 Although the specific information of the clock is not clear, but seeing the serious reminder from the person who wrote the information to the junior gifter, Jenkins believes that next time if he encounters a middle-aged shopkeeper as his opponent, he can win without consuming his divinity.

　　 He already has an idea.

　　 "But Miss Bevanna has already dealt with it. The possibility of this person being able to escape is very small, probably not met."

　　 Although the difference between the seventh and eighth levels is only one level, there is a reason why the eighth level can be called a demigod.

　　 Now that he came here, he also inquired about the other two stolen gifts, the metal heart and the thunder hammer.

　　 The former information has pictures, which can be determined to be C-08-2-5373, [Mechanical Heart] that Jenkins learned when listening to the whisper. This gift was personally given to mortals by the great righteous **** [Wonderful Craftsman], and its symbolic meaning is the same as the [Ocean Heart] lost by the [Ocean and Exploration] Church.

　　 "Why is it that as long as it is a heart-shaped gift from a god, it will definitely be stolen..."

　　 He thought of very disrespectful thoughts in his mind, and continued to read the information.

　　 The material of the Mechanical Heart is even less than that of the clock just now, because this gift has been kept in the collection of the Church of the [Handy Craftsman] after it appeared in the world. The church just knows that there is such an object, and knows its appearance and name.

　　 Other than that, there is no valuable information.

　　 The last hammer related to thunder and lightning has no information. Jenkins does not know its possible number and name, so it can only be searched by type-weapon.

　　 flipped through all morning, it was a waste of time.

　　Because it was too long in the dense library, the chocolate was sulking until lunch. After chatting with Bishop Parrod for a while in the afternoon, a nun came to inform Jenkins that Miss Bevanna was back and wanted to meet him.

　　 "Is it going well?"

　　Miss Bevanna is still in the same outfit she was in this morning, and she seems to be in a good mood. The two stood in the back corridor of the courtyard and looked at the snow scene in the courtyard. Under the corridor is the cherished seed of "grow a try".

"It went well, but let the man escape. Oh, yes, that person is the vice president of the [Gear Craftsmen Association], who is also the archbishop-level gift of the Cthulhu [Gear King] Church. His name is Lukas. Haripia, what a pity."

　　 "Where's that clock? Is there a problem?"

　　 He hasn't had time for a man now, the clock is important.

　　 "That is a gift."

Miss Bevana nodded at him, "That is a gift related to time control. Haripia can only use it to speed up his time, but he only needs to limit his range of movement in advance. He tried to consume his soul and control the local time flow to limit mine..."

"please wait a while."

　　 Jenkins interrupted her, then realized the impoliteness of this behavior, and smiled apologetically.

　　 "I want to know, what does it mean to control the local time flow rate? Is it possible to reverse the time with that clock?"

　　 "Impossible, the power of the ant is not enough to make the water flowing forward back flow again. The gift of 7 can only accelerate or decelerate the time within a certain range at best. This is already a very remarkable behavior."

　　 Miss Bevanna took out her pocket watch from the pocket of the lady's coat. Compared with Jenkins's, this one was obviously much smaller.

　　 The silver chain hangs from the hand. After opening the watch cover, the ends of the three hands are not arrows but three letters that Jenkins does not recognize.

　　 "These are the letters in Rocky, and the words they make up have the meaning of time."

　　 She simply explained, and then with a finger, the glass cover protecting the dial melted like snowflakes.

　　 motioned Jenkins to pay attention, and Miss Bevanna hovered her green finger over the still moving second hand:

　　 "If you want to reverse time, this is not only a price to pay, but more importantly, how to generate such a large force. It is relatively simple to control the flow rate of time..."

　　Finger pressed hard, and the second hand stopped due to external force. There was a subtle click inside the pocket watch, it seemed that the gears that had bitten together were pushing hard against the suddenly stuck companion.

　　 "But there is a price to pay for this."

　　 She raised her head to look at Jenkins and asked an unrelated question: "Have you studied natural physics?"

　　 "Well, I have learned some."

　　 Jenkins said modestly, and then stretched out his right hand like last time, leaving only a gap between his index finger and thumb.

　　 Compared with the great natural world, the poor physics knowledge he has is indeed insignificant.

　　 "There is such a saying in the discipline of natural physics that some scholars believe that this is one of the truths of the world: the role of force is mutual."

　　 Jenkins nodded again. He is a writer, a math enthusiast, but not a physicist. Therefore, although Jenkins has read "Mathematical Principles of Natural Sciences", Jenkins is still a rigid occult researcher. It is impossible to suddenly propose a theory that changes the course of science, and it is impossible to publish physics works that affect the direction of human development.

　　 "It's very interesting."

　　 he commented.

　　 Miss Bevanna did not see that Jenkins was chattering about the knowledge of other worlds in her heart at this moment, she motioned Jenkins to continue to pay attention to her watch.

"You see, I interfered with time with power, but in contrast, time is also interfering with me with the same or greater force. In the field of occultism, there is no concept of equality in most cases. Therefore, in fact, it Mankind will pay a greater price. The gifter who uses that clock will also bear the price, and the size of the price depends only on what he has interfered with..."

　　 This is a very vivid metaphor and teaching, and Jenkins has also strengthened his idea: "If you encounter an opponent who can interfere with time again, you will definitely not be as embarrassed as last time."

　　 The two were silent for a while, and stood in the corridor, watching a group of priests leading some shabby children through the main hall in the distance. Some of them can't walk on their own, and can only be held by older children; some wear only an unfit long-sleeved shirt with many patches, and they don't even have a pair of shoes on their feet.

　　 There was a nervous look on every child's face. Some people even dared to walk with their heads down instead of raising their heads to look around. Even if there are bolder children, once they meet the people in the church, they will look away like a frightened rabbit.

Section 321 Chapter 316 Break In Event (13/15)

　　In winter, the Church of Knowledge and Books regularly conducts charitable relief activities. The church will free up some spare rooms for the homeless orphans to spend the winter here. The church prepares food and shelter for them, and they also have to do some work in the church, such as sweeping the floor or helping with scrubbing.

　　Only in a large diocese like Nolan City, do you have the time, money and manpower to do such a thing. And compared to the poor people hiding everywhere in Nolan City, this kind of help is better than a drop in the bucket.

　　Of course, the orphans who are helped by the church declare that they believe in sages in this life, preach the doctrine of the gods, and safeguard the interests of the church. This is not an empty oath, but a specific agreement.