Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 When I returned to the church in the evening, I just saw the two benefactors of the Sun and Justice Church, Miss Celt Knight and Mr. Sloan Corred, coming out of Miss Bevanna’s office.

　　 They were treated by Jenkins after the story, so they knew him. A simple nod, as a greeting, passed by.

　　 It was Captain Pency who accompanied them out, but he stood beside Jenkins and did not continue to follow.

　　 "What are these two people here for? Sorry, I think this should be confidential."

　　 He shook his head and said.

"No, it shouldn’t be considered confidential to you. I think Miss Bevanna should have said that your neighbor, the widow who lives alone is the witch of the Witch’s House. Knight and Kred stay in Nolan, that’s In order to deal with the follow-up of the Witch’s House... I heard that they were originally looking for some letter, but now they have to deal with the matter of the son of God with the local church. Just now I was reporting to work, and Miss Bevana has been really busy recently Extremely."

　　 "So, where is Mrs. Margaret's body now?"

　　 Jenkins asked.

　　 "Just in the church, that body has undergone an alteration due to the birth of a divine creature, and it is now housed behind the gate of Vientiane. Why, do you want to take a look?"

　　 "No, no, I'm just curious."

　　 He waved his hand quickly.

　　 Jenkins is actually speculating whether Madame Margaret’s body also contains divinity that has not been completely taken away, just like the body possessed by the false **** [Magic Movement].

　　 But since it is now behind the door, there is no way to verify this guess. Maybe he won't be able to see the corpse until the Cthulhu Divine Child's affairs are over, but that will be a long time later.

　　 At dinner, Chocolate was a little angry because Jenkins cut its dinner configuration. This is a special weight loss plan developed by Jenkins for the cat's recent lazy eating, but he didn't expect to be noticed on the first day.

　　 Bishop Parrod suggested that Jenkins wait until the weight of the chocolate really increases, and then implement weight loss on it. After all, although this cat eats a lot, it does not seem to change much in body shape. For such a young cat, losing weight is really cruel.

　　 "If your weight gains even half a pound (about 0.27kg), then don't want to climb on my shoulders again."

　　 He threatened the cat in a low voice.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate stretched out his paws as a counterattack.

　　 Yesterday night, I heard from the maid Julia about Alexia’s use of "Cat Elegance". Jenkins suddenly realized that the ability he had acquired by chance also had great potential.

　　 He used this ability only for driving, climbing trees, and hiding, but he never thought that having the agility, speed, response, and agility of a cat is also extremely good for head-on combat.

　　 He briefly described his thoughts in Miss Bevana’s fighting class on Monday night, which was approved by Miss Bevana.

　　 "The red martial arts ability that can improve the overall physical fitness is very rare, and most of them rely on the power of different species to strengthen themselves."

　　 For example, the dragon blood enhancement that Jenkins had imagined, this belongs to the use of powerful alien power to strengthen oneself. He also once had a tube of dragon blood, but then...

　　 Thinking of this, my heartache cannot be expressed.

Chapter 572 Chapter 561 Donation

　　 Now that I have talked about abilities, Miss Bevanna is willing to say more. She motioned Jenkins not to stop the action she was in contact with, and then continued:

"The less comprehensively enhanced abilities are humans in ancient times. By perceiving and learning the habits and fighting skills of ordinary animals, they gradually understand the true meaning of these ordinary creatures. But in modern times, all kinds of spell abilities are learned. In the mainstream, apart from the gifters of the [all things and nature] churches, it is rare to hear that anyone will be able to do this."

　　 inexplicably thought of the "Druid" profession.

　　 "So, [Cat's Elegance] is considered a very rare ability?"

　　 Jenkins discarded the strange thoughts and continued to ask.

　　 He is now in a weird posture, but he thinks that this posture is very close to the "five tops" in his impression. This should be just a coincidence. On the night of the blood moon, he wanted to understand that reality and illusion were not important, and that the truth of the world was behind him, so he seldom thought about boring questions like "whether the past and the present exist?

　　 "At least in this era, abilities similar to [Cat's Elegance] are indeed very rare."

　　 Miss Bevanna nodded, pressed Jenkins' neck with a cold palm, and then gently pressed backwards to make the body fold back in a way that violates the human body structure. Her hands are very soft, and Jenkins rarely, no, has never had such close contact with the opposite **** other than her mother, so her face turned a little red.

"But [the elegance of cats] is not uncommon in past records. After all, the relationship between cats and humans has always been very good. If you intend to expand the potential of this ability, you can read this record, There are some in the Diocese of Nolan. If you ask, I think the Holy See would not hesitate to transport the yellowed paper rolls collected in the library directly to us."

　　 As she said, Miss Bevanna tapped the bone protruding from the back of Jenkins's neck with her finger, and he almost bounced off the ground.

　　 It was still foggy early on Tuesday morning. There hasn’t even been any news about air protection incidents in the newspapers recently, as if there are no new regulations to be implemented next month. Jenkins felt a little worried, and he thought it was a manifestation of the contradictions within the kingdom.

　　 The business of the antique shop is still in such a downturn, and the first to step into the shop on this day is a group of young students who are collecting donations for the poor.

It was about nine o'clock in the morning. Jenkins, who had finished copying the tadpoles, sat behind the counter to help his father check the account books. Father sat on the rocking chair in front of the fireplace and read today's newspaper. Chocolate was holding the metal block in trouble. It seems to be annoying.

　　 The shop is very quiet, everyone has their own things to do. Jenkins bit the end of the pencil in distress. Although his mental arithmetic ability is very strong, it is still a bit difficult to deal with such a huge amount of calculation.

　　 In this era, it is impossible to have any auxiliary calculation tools, and even if it is to project an abacus, Jenkins will not use it very much.

　　 "I remember the invention of the differential engine, which seems to be the background of the steam revolution..."

　　Dingdong~

　　 The door of the store was pushed open, and the two raised their heads at the same time. No one thought that there would be customers at this time.

　　 "Welcome to the old antique shop, can I help you?"

　　 Jenkins said subconsciously, but immediately realized that the young people who walked in might not be the guests who wanted to buy goods.

　　 The red-brown-haired boy and the black-haired and blonde girls who walked into the door were all wearing uniform uniforms, and there was a short black-gray vest outside the yellow jacket. The boy in it was holding a small cardboard box, which was painted red, and the word "fundraiser" was blacked out with a pen on the front.

　　 "Gentlemen, good morning!"

　　 The most outstanding-looking girl said to Jenkins and Daddy, with a very bright smile on her face:

　　 "I'm sorry to disturb you, we are students of Beira College."

　　Beira Public School is a truly aristocratic school. Young people who can study there are almost certain to inherit the title of knighthood or become public officials of the kingdom in the future. The school is located near the Balar Racecourse in the eastern suburbs of the city. Before that, there was no intersection with Jenkins's life trajectory.

　　 "We are now collecting donations for the poor in Nolan City, and the money collected will be distributed to those in need under the supervision of the public officials of the city hall."

After speaking, before Jenkins and Dad could make a statement, she took a step back, and another young girl stepped forward, opened her arms, and displayed the huge white paper with black-and-white photos and news stickers in her hand. To the two men in the shop.

　　 "Gentlemen, please look, this is a photo we took in Seongnam. This is a poor..."

She talked to them about how the life of the lower-class population in Nolan City was very hot, and then used the news in the newspaper to criticize the inaction of the Nolan City Hall, and then once again appealed to the capable citizens—— For example, store owners donate some money to these poor people.

　　 Daddy has been running an antique shop on this street for a long time. He once told Jenkins that this kind of fundraising would be carried out every winter. Young students or other charitable organizations will start from the street, enter every store, and ask the owner of the store for donations.

　　 This happens in the main shopping streets of Nolan City.

　　The money collected from these donations will indeed flow into the hands of those who need them after a certain degree of exploitation, but the "exploitation ratio" of each fundraising group is different. In contrast, it is more trustworthy to donate money to the students of Beira College who are not short of money.

　　 Jenkins looked at his father and motioned him to say something. The writer does not intend to put the banknotes in his wallet into the donation box in front of him in his own name. He usually has the habit of throwing money into the donation box in the church. Donating through church channels is his way of doing charity.

　　 "Bella Public School? It was a little late this year. I remember that you came last year in the first week of the [End and Snowfall Moon]."

　　 He said, stood up from the fireplace, closed the newspaper and put it on the seat:

　　 "Of course, last year was still less than twelve years ago. The first snow in that winter came exceptionally earlier, so you started your activities in the middle of [Travelers and Frost Moon]."

　　 Where can the three young people think about it? The shopkeeper in front of me would mention the seniors more than ten years ago, and he didn't know what to say.

　　 "Okay, don't stand there anymore, it's not easy to come so early. Jenkins, the old antique shop donated...1 pound."

　　 "Sir, you are really generous!"

　　 The boy holding the box immediately reacted, and while walking towards Jenkins in front of the counter, he praised loudly.

　　As an ordinary shop owner, this is indeed a large amount of donation. According to the winter prices in Nolan City, this is money that a poor family cannot make all winter.

　　 After receiving the donation, the young people gave Jenkins and Daddy two candies as a thank you. This is just a form, after all, donations should not be expected to be rewarded.

　　 Watching them leave the antique shop and prepare to turn left into Aunt Lisa’s shop. Jenkins squeezed the candy in his hand and found that it was wrapped in colorful candy paper.

　　 "Should not be cheap, right?"

　　 Thinking in his heart, he peeled off the candy wrapper, and the cat on the side immediately leaned over.

　　 "Remind me to prepare more change. Now that the students of Beira College have come, then other fundraisers should also come. It's the season again."

　　 Daddy sat back on the rocking chair, and the candy was placed by the copper pot on the fireplace. Chocolate walked to Jenkins's hand, paws his right hand holding the candy.

　　 "Can cats eat hard candy?"

　　 He didn't know whether he should give this candy to the gluttonous cat.

　　 "Who knows?"

　　 The old man answered vaguely, probably because he didn't hear exactly what Jenkins asked.

　　 Chocolate stretched out his paw again and grabbed the back of Jenkins's hand, then raised his head to look at him. From this angle, the beautiful cat eyes seemed to be shining.

　　 "Well, one day you will pay for your gluttony... I will treat you if you have a bad stomach."

　　 shrugged while talking, spreading his palms and sending the candy to the cat.

　　 Father’s statement about fundraising is indeed correct. After lunch, another group of fundraisers came to the antique shop. This time it was an acquaintance, Miss Mihail. She and her friends were collecting donations for the stray animals in the city. Jenkins heard about this.

After all, everyone is a friend. Although my father is very stingy about collecting donations for the stray cats and dogs, Jenkins generously took a pound note from the pocket of his coat hung on the wall and put it into the girls’ box. .

　　 It just so happened that the girls who came to the fundraiser all knew Jenkins's face, and they were very excited about it.

　　 Soon after the girls left, Miss Mihaire returned again and hurriedly pushed open the store door.

　　 "Sorry daddy, can you bother me, I have something to talk to Mr. Williams alone."

　　 seems to be suppressing anger, Jenkins did not see this emotion when her companions were there just now.

"no problem."

　　 Dad pointed upstairs without asking the reason, "Go there."

　　 Jenkins nodded hesitantly, and Earl Hesha’s suggestion jumped into his head that night:

　　 "Hathaway won't tell Miss Mikhail about this, right? No, she won't do something embarrassing for everyone."

　　 The cat ran upstairs faster than Jenkins and Miss Mihail. When they were sitting on the sofa, they were already lying on the windowsill and preparing to watch the show.

　　 "May I ask what's the matter?"

　　 Jenkins believes that he has fallen into a very unfavorable situation. He has been avoiding any troubles and disputes. No matter it is extraordinary things or daily life, it should not be an obstacle to his pursuit of becoming a god.

　　 But as Bishop Parrod said, since he is still a mortal, he has to connect with other people, which leads to a series of things.

　　 "Mr. William, I heard that you invited Hathaway to write an opera with you?"

　　 "It's not about the dinner party?"

　　 Jenkins was taken aback, but he was relieved in his heart.

"Yes, it is Mr. Nellie, the owner of the Silver Jasmine Opera Company, who invited me to write a new opera for the Opera Company. I met him on the steam train returning from Berdillan to Nolan. This is a very interesting one. businessman......"

　　 "No, I don't care about this."

　　 It's not what a lady should do to interrupt others so roughly.

　　 "I just want to know, where did you and Hathaway go on Sunday night? Yes, she went to the Wangli Opera House with you. I waited for her all night, but did not wait for her to come back."

　　 The woman is already a little hysterical, and her long golden hair makes her look like a lioness now. I can feel that she is suppressing anger, but the way of talking every time clearly shows that anger has not been completely suppressed.

"Well...I separated from her at about 8 o'clock in the evening, and the church carriage took her to the earl's residence, and then I returned to the church. You should know the staff of God (not forbidden words) You can’t lie, at least a few hundred people have seen me that night. Swear to the sage, the above is the truth."

　　Miss Mikhail, who was originally like a lioness, took a deep breath, and then froze for a while:

　　 "You are not with Hathaway..."

　　 "Absolutely not."

　　 Jenkins nodded, he knew he would encounter something like this one day. There was an inexplicable irritability in his heart, and he eagerly wanted to leave this matter.

　　 "So what's wrong with Miss Hesha? Didn't you question her face to face on Monday?"

　　 "I thought you guys...so I was very angry and didn't go to see you...just now I saw you, but I got angry just now..."

　　 She sat as if she was about to retract into the sofa, her face flushed surprisingly.

　　 "In other words, after I separated from Miss Hesa ​​on Sunday night, she did not go to the appointment, and you have not yet confirmed whether she is safe."

　　 Jenkins confirmed again.

"Yes it is."

　　Miss Mihaier nodded.

　　 "Oh, sage, I have an unknown premonition."

　　 Jenkins covered his forehead.

He was on a half-day holiday with his father smoothly. Miss Mihail also temporarily left the group of friends. The two got into the carriage in front of the steam valve at the entrance of the street and went to Hathaway’s residence in the city. .

　　 Jenkin originally knew only one place, and Miss Mihail knew three in total, and those properties seemed to be Hathaway’s own property.