Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 Bincy smiled and patted Jenkins on the shoulder. More and more Orthodox church gifts appeared on the street, and the fire seemed to have weakened its spread due to heavy rain.

"what time is it?"

　　 Jenkins asked suddenly, and Bincy shrugged his shoulders to indicate that he didn't know.

　　 "I always thought that after the big villain in the story is defeated, the protagonist should smile and face the sun and rainbow that rise in the morning."

　　 "Does that thing still affect you just now? Don't be silly, the night is still growing!"

　　 Captain Bincy couldn't laugh or cry.

　　 Yes, the long dark night still covers the city of Nolan.

　　[Knowledge and Books] The church fire almost triggered riots in Nolan City, but that night, with the help of conscientious firefighters, Nolan Municipality reviewed the overall situation, made reasonable arrangements, and made overall plans. Not only quickly extinguished the flame, but also saved many innocent lives.

Some people with ulterior motives attempted to stir up disturbances that night, such as Cthulhu followers, but their thoughts were naive and their actions were ridiculous. The Nolan Police Department took the opportunity to arrest Brute, who was offered a reward of 3,000 pounds. He is currently Detained in a secret detention center, waiting for the judgment of the kingdom's law.

　　 The above is a summary of what Jenkins read from the newspaper about what happened last night, very objective.

　　 The heavy rain for several days did not stop because of celebrating the rupture of the cult conspiracy. The next day, Nolan City was still plagued by patters of light rain.

　　 Captain Bincy, who hadn't slept all night, has gone to rest, and the reinforcements from the Royal Capital are James Hutt from the Special Items Office.

　　 The road where the evil **** was awakened was completely blocked, and the police, who didn't know what happened, only enforced martial law on the periphery.

　　 came out of the carriage and nodded to the silent carriage driver hired by the church. The middle-aged woman holding the crystal ball and Smith took the umbrella and walked towards the somewhat messy street.

　　 "Fortunately, Mr. Jenkins Williams responded promptly, otherwise it would be more than just the aftermath destroying two houses."

　　 Hutt looked at the apartment that collapsed because of the golden light last night, with a bit of rejoicing on his face.

　　 "Didn't you find out in advance that there is an evil god's divinity in that idol?"

　　 Women are not so optimistic.

　　 "Miss Orlando, if the **** of Cthulhu can be discovered so easily by us, then it is not a god."

　　 Hutt smiled bitterly:

"I know what happened last night will make the Holy See lower the evaluation of our diocese, but the main force has been involved overseas, otherwise the [Ice Messenger], known as the'weakest level 8', would never break into us so easily. In the church, wounded the secret guard and robbed the sealed items."

　　 "Is this a show off? The scribes of your diocese have offered divinity to the sages. The Holy See should have received the information through the ritual circle, and the appraisal has dropped? Huh~"

　　 Hutt shook his head, not commenting on this matter.

　　 "I heard that the scribe is a level 0 rookie?"

　　 "Oh, yes, Mr. Williams became a gifter because of a treacherous situation. But he is already level 1, and what happened last night seems to have made him a breakthrough."

　　 "Because of sacrificing divine nature, or absorbing the flowers of A-01-2-0198?"

"do not know."

　　 is actually because of destroying that trick.

　　 While talking, the two came to the place where Jenkins sacrificed his deity. Even though the rain continued to wash away, the holy emblem on the ground was still very clear, as if the imprint still existed tenaciously after a long time. A young woman with a white veil mask was standing there, and a nervous and excited nun next to her was holding an umbrella to shelter her from the rain. She did not look at the sacred emblem of [Inheritance of the Sages], but at the collapsed apartment at 431B Queen's Road.

　　 "This is Miss Eve Garden from the local [Starry Sky and Balance] Church."

　　 Hutt introduced.

　　 The two women nodded to each other, and Miss Orlando, who was holding the crystal ball, naturally knew how strong this woman was called [The Diviner under the Stars]. Now that the strength of the church in Nolan City is empty, not counting the support from their kings, Evegarden should be the strongest in the locality.

　　 is also the best gifter of divination ability.

　　 "Are you coming first?"

　　 Miss Orlando gestured politely.

　　 "No, I have seen it. But the Cthulhu divinity has a great influence on this area. Under the mist, even with the help of my lord, I cannot see the truth under the mist."

　　 Eve Garden shook his head, his voice was a little ethereal and not mortal.

　　 Orlando nodded, and temporarily handed the umbrella to Hutt. He bit his finger, dripped blood on the crystal ball, and said words and sentences in unknown language.

　　 "I have also seen it. It turns out that the octopus raging here comes from a painting?"

　　 She laughed, "Some time ago, this incident was not mentioned in the report to the royal capital."

　　 Hutt looked ashamed, the [Special Items Processing Office] was established to deal with this kind of thing, which can be regarded as their negligence.

What does the forty-eighth chapter of section 49 have to do with me?

　　 "Miss Orlando, do you know what happened to the black-haired and black-eyed demon who used a strange sword last night?"

　　 He can only change the subject.

　　 "I saw a mysterious man in a black robe broke into the apartment and killed the original owner of [Crook]."

　　 She looked down at the crystal ball, "That black robe is not a mortal thing. I can't confirm his identity."

　　 Eve Garden nodded and agreed.

　　 "In other words, at the same time as the fighting at the church last night, the black-robed man killed Blake Wilt, who was identified by the police just now, and drew the devil to help us?"

　　 Hutt asked in surprise.

　　 "It doesn't have to be to help us, maybe he just tried the paper, and the devil drawn just appeared there by chance."

　　He characteristically nodded: "That's right, after all, he killed people on a rainy night, and didn't go to any church to report the incident. After that, he will be listed as a wanted criminal for the time being when he goes back? After all, the trick is still in his hands."

　　 The three people and the umbrella nun slowly walked to the ruins of the apartment, Miss Orlando suddenly asked:

　　 "The black-robed man appeared here and took the trick. The scribe from our church hit [Ice Messenger] less than a hundred meters away. Is this a coincidence?"

　　 "But it has been confirmed through a variety of methods, including the contract. The black-robed man is not Mr. Williams, he is innocent."

　　 Hert said helplessly, "It's just a coincidence."

Orlando squinted and nodded, which made Eve Garden laugh: "Why, doubting the scribe of his church? I heard that he did a big deal last night. How long hasn't heard of anything related to divinity? Up?"

　　 "Divination is always foggy, not to mention that this time it involves the eyes of evil gods, tricks, and great sages. I am suspicious of the results of divination, which is normal."

　　 "The Nolans never doubted their friends. Miss Orlando seems to have not adapted to the city yet."

　　 Orlando squeezed his crystal ball fiercely, turned and left without saying a word, to check the goddess's holy emblem, Hutt stood a little embarrassed.

　　 "Miss Evegarden, have you seen anything else?"

　　 The woman nodded gracefully and looked into the distance through the rain curtain, "Yes, I also saw the unknown way forward."

　　 Even though Jenkins is in good health, he was forced to be admitted to the hospital. Taking into account the identity of his healer and the wounded due to the battle last night, Jenkins eventually turned from a patient to a doctor.

　　 He also saw the old man. After Jenkins left yesterday morning, it took him a whole morning to recover, and then ran to the church to support him, so Jenkins who returned to the antique shop at night did not find him.

　　 He looks healthy, and the extreme cold that caused Jenkins a lot of trouble yesterday has been solved by him.

　　 "Daddy is also very strong!"

　　 Jenkins exclaimed that he was in a secret nursing home under the church at this time, and was only used when the parish had a catastrophic time. This is located on the outskirts of the city, and Dad is lying on the hospital bed in front of him.

He summarized yesterday’s gains and losses in his free time for treatment, and then he was surprised to find that even if he solved the [tricky] behind the octopus, arrested [Ice Servant], and destroyed the god’s divinity, the biggest gain was actually only to be promoted to level 1. And ability to evolve.

The word 　　 ability evolution was told by his father that certain abilities can be changed through further rituals. The lucky ones may also evolve [normal boxing] into [sun boxing] just by seeing the sun rise.

　　 Jenkins relied on the essence flowers of [Ice Waiter] to only upgrade the white foundation to a red ability with a freezing effect, which is not very lucky.

　　 Most of the churches that have been burnt down need to be renovated, and the [Light Chaser Club] must be investigated again, and the reinforcements from the capital must be properly arranged. But these things have nothing to do with Jenkins, he is just a low-level semi-civilian.

　　 "What do you think?"

　　 The old man asked a little dissatisfied, "You only have the core of the apple that you have cut!"

　　 Jenkins looked at the knife and apple core in his hand, and smiled embarrassedly.

　　 This sanatorium is located outside the urban area of ​​Nolan City. Most of the wounded in the battle that day were arranged here. Jenkins just spares his free time to take care of his father, although he is fine. There are still several surgical operations in progress, and he will go to help heal in a while.

　　 Jenkins also met other scribes with the same healing abilities here, but their healing abilities are not as "pure" as Jenkins, and more like an incidental effect of their abilities.

　　 For example, a youth with dark circles under the eyes, who seems to be severely sleep deprived, has an ability called [Vampiric Touch]. But in fact, that ability is more biased towards blood control and injury than blood therapy. When Jenkins saw him, he was smoking a kind of tobacco emitting yellow smoke, and then he was blasted out by the nurse who came afterwards.

　　 "Smoking is prohibited in the hospital!"

　　 "I warn you, Jenkins, this kind of apple is very expensive, and it is a condolence from Miss Mihail. If you dare to cut into apple cores, I will deduct your salary!"

　　 Jenkins turned his divergent thoughts back, and the Apple in his hand was preserved.

　　 In front of the bedside table next to him, there is a sheet of today's "Nolan Daily", and a new wanted order is posted in a remote corner. But the description of the wanted person is ambiguous, only that wearing a black robe, broke into the apartment at 431B Queens Road on a rainy night, and shot and killed the innocent art school student Blake Wilt. The police offered a reward of 20 pounds for the man.

　　 "The police wanted the man in black. What does it have to do with me, Jenkins Williams?"

　　 Yesterday, it seemed that all his bad luck had been exhausted. There is no evidence to prove his actions after leaving Ocean Church recklessly. Everyone doesn’t think that a level 0 gifter can cause any trouble. The only doubt now is that the old man’s pistol is missing a few rounds/ammunition, but the old man lying on the bed just smiled after taking back the pistol, what? Did not ask, nor told anyone about it.

　　 The heavy rain at night washed away a lot of traces, which is also a good thing.

　　The continuous rain has never stopped. Jenkins also took time to visit the [Ocean and Discovery] church to express his gratitude. Only then did he know that the old man who brought him hot water that day was the bishop of the diocese. After he fell into a coma, everyone in the church put him in hot water to keep his body temperature, and deliberately used the blessed church bath. The water in there has been blessed by the [Storm Master] who has the priesthood of the ocean, otherwise Jenkins would have been frozen to death.

Chapter 50 Chapter 49 The Return of the Funeral

　　 Due to the [Knowledge and Books] The Church’s fighting situation was not optimistic, the people of the Ocean Church received an emergency transfer order shortly afterwards. Jenkins' body cannot leave the blessed bath, otherwise it will freeze immediately, so he can only be left behind.

　　 If Jenkins searched his pocket that night, he would find a note explaining the situation.

　　 The little nun Natasha that day was also found by Jenkins, and sincerely expressed his gratitude. She was a little shy, but she seemed to know that Jenkins had frustrated the cultist's conspiracy that day and changed the name of him from "Mr." to "Sir."

　　 This may develop a long-term relationship, but Jenkins is not in that mood for the time being.

　　 "Why can the battle be fought from morning to night?"

　　 Jenkins remained puzzled about this matter until Captain Pency introduced Mr. Gilbert, who had come from the capital, into his father’s ward and introduced him to him.

　　 Mr. Gilbert was the man who used the flame sword that night.

"There is a secret room for special items in the underground of the church. Because of the special location of Nolan Diocese, the sealing circle used in the secret room is even more complicated. [Ice Waiter] is entangled in the ritual formation, so we can have time to take the airship directly The capital came to reinforce."

　　 He claimed that he would not stay in the city for a long time, but was going to set off directly to reinforce another team of scribes in the capital city trapped by the "Cthulhu God Child" incident.

　　 After both of them left the ward, Jenkins picked up the knife and continued to torment the apple in his hand. He chatted endlessly with his father, and couldn't help shivering when he saw the bouquet of flowers brought by Captain Pennsi.

　　 Jenkins recently suffered from flower phobia. Anything related to flowers can make him shiver. Dad thinks this is a psychological problem, and time can calm everything.

He also did not forget the [Lord of Flowers] mentioned by the little girl who sold flowers when he left. For this reason, he asked Captain Bincy, Dad and others, and even consulted the theological books in the church's collection, but none of them knew whether this was true. It was the name of a certain pseudo-god. Even Bishop Parrod, the most knowledgeable bishop Jenkins knew, had no impression of this name. He could only keep things in his heart.

　　 A whole apple was finally cut. Jenkins handed it to his father, who took a bite and filled his mouth with the juice.

　　 "Is this the end of this matter?"

　　 Jenkins lowered his head and sat on the chair in front of the hospital bed with a sense of loss.

　　 "It is over for us, and the aftermath work has made them busy."

　　 Dad laughed at the logistics staff who belonged to the scribe.

　　 "It always feels wrong. We have encountered so many things in a day. I almost saw the figure of a great evil being. As a result, I still have to go to the antique shop to scrub the floor after a few days."

　　 Father held the apple and laughed:

　　 "Young people, sages teach us to watch our feet walk. And we all survived, this is the most important thing."

　　 As he said, he asked Jenkins to take out a brown box from the bedside cupboard, which contained an ordinary button.

"I asked my friends from the [Destiny and Lawful] Church in Suville to hold a ceremony and blessings. In a month, luck can be slightly improved. Although destiny is fickle, it can always lead to a better trend. Have you noticed that since you became a scribe, you have encountered one trouble after another."

　　 What the old man pointed out Jenkins also understands that after crossing, it seems that he has not stopped. Coincidence, or are there all the black hands manipulating fate?

　　 "This button counts you 100 pounds. It's already very cheap. Don't ask me for a salary for two years."

　　 "Father, two years are around 104 weeks, and you still owe me 4 pounds."

　　 Jenkins answered him with a smile.

　　 "I know that your math is much better than bad grammar, but the apple that you slashed just now is 4 pounds."

　　 Many people were sacrificed in the battle that night. [Knowledge and Books] The funeral of the church was held together. Since Jenkins and Dad could not reveal their identities, they could only go far away at the funeral, looking at the civic cemetery on the outskirts of the sanatorium, and then personally go to offer a bunch of flowers at night.

　　 The so-called civic cemetery should actually be called "the cemetery where rich citizens can be buried." If most of the poor are willing to be buried in Nolan City, their destination should be in the public cemetery not far from Styx Hill.

　　 Jenkins looked a little bit stunned as his father placed a large bundle of white flowers one by one in front of the tombstone embedded in the ground, and then nodded to him, indicating that he could leave.

　　 The cemetery at night, the smell of rotting and humid is particularly strong. They greeted the guards of the cemetery and greeted a few words before walking along the stone-paved path to the carriage outside the cemetery.