Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "It is impossible for me to have a ritual to harm divine creatures."

　　 "You don't need to hurt, you can be imprisoned, even if it only lasts for three seconds."

　　 Three seconds is enough for the ability of [Profanity Production] to work, and it is also enough for [Mechanical Light] to cover it. I just don't know if this ability can work on the son of God.

"Sorry, I don’t know what you are planning, but I really don’t have any rituals that can work on divine creatures. I don’t know if you understand it, but that kind of thing is not something that we humans can touch at all, even if it’s just visual , Will cause permanent damage to the soul and body. Since you think we are friends, then I want to remind you that even if you are a believer in a new god, don’t easily be hostile to that kind of thing...unless you God is willing to help."

　　 Jenkins will not be stingy with the use of divinity, but when the Huntress gets news next week, the vampire side also needs extremely high force to suppress it, and he only has a drop of divinity.

　　 "If I can get a new divinity from the evil **** son..."

　　 This is the best situation. Use divinity to get divinity. And if the plan is not so smooth, it means that he has to confront the vampire demigod head-on.

　　 Although there is still [Mechanical Light] as a guarantee, the vampire will not be fixed by Miss Magic like Mr. Clark. Once it turns into a swarm of bats, it is impossible for the light of machinery to cover all of them.

　　 Watching Mr. Candle jump to another building next door like a cat, and then quickly disappear into the alley, Agnes Howard felt a little melancholy.

　　 "If I have too much contact with this kind of person, I will definitely not end well."

　　 "Don't think so absolutely."

　　 The woman's voice appeared directly in her mind, and Miss Howard immediately turned around, but her gesture of saluting was stopped by the woman who did not know when she appeared.

　　 She is about forty years old, and she has a temperament like a lady born into the upper class. Blue gemstone earrings on the left ear, red gemstone earrings on the right ear, holding a compass-like thing in the hand.

　　 At this time, the pointer is rapidly rotating clockwise.

　　 "Agnes, I said, there is no need to salute me, at least not yet."

　　 "Why are you here? I think it should be very close to that moment."

　　 "Yes, on the night of the end of the year,"

　　 The strange woman looked at Jenkins's direction and muttered to herself: "Is it a temptation? No, it should be just a coincidence. It seems that some people also have a foreboding of what will happen two days later."

　　 Jenkins was not sure if the lucky candy he ate was useful, but early Sunday morning, a long-awaited news finally appeared.

　　 "Yes, the followers of the Prince of Lies in Eldron City have been wiped out."

　　 Sitting in Miss Bevanna’s office, she looked very good.

　　 "From the data searched on Luyin Avenue, there is reason to believe that what we arrested were the main members of the Cthulhu sect. This should be the biggest victory the Church of the Orthodox God has achieved in the struggle against the Cthulhu sect in the past century.

　　 Jenkins smiled happily while touching his cat. He had been waiting for this day for a long time. The formalities of the City Hall are almost the same, but because of the holiday at the end of the year, the real estate will have to wait until the end of the year. At that time, as long as the debt of 10,000 pounds is paid back, and then everyone's money is returned according to the remittance record, this troublesome thing caused by "justice" will be completely ended.

　　 Of course, it is impossible to accurately prevent everyone from losing money, but at least most people will not suffer a great loss of profit because of this incident.

　　PS: We will add more tomorrow.

Chapter 624 Chapter 612 Prelude to Open Class

　　 "This is really blessed by the sage!"

　　 Thinking of the troublesome thing he could get rid of forever, he couldn't help but exclaimed softly.

"Yes, blessed by the sage. Eldron originally planned to do it again in March, but all the preparations were not enough. A series of accidents forced the plan to start early, but it went quite smoothly. The Orthodox Church did not even have it. Loss of any personal hands! There is not even any organized resistance!"

　　Miss Bevanna's mood looks really good, and even the scars on her right arm that have not faded can not change this.

　　 "Will it be a scam? I know that the followers of the Prince of Lies are good at weaving lies."

　　 "No, when the Diocese of Nolan received the news, everything was over. There is no scam, this time it is really our victory."

　　 Miss Bevana said, indicating that Jenkins could check the files she put on the table at will. It was an action report from the city of Eldron sent from the Holy See.

"Not only that, the church also found a lot of information about Nolan City in the house on Green Avenue. Although it was encrypted, the information has been cracked. We learned a lot of information about the Cthulhu incident. Jenkins, this is true. It’s like sages and other righteous gods are blessing. The diocese has mastered the whole story without even doing anything. It’s really incredible. The only regret is that those believers should have a large amount in their hands. Wealth, these are sins. But we did not find them from the green road..."

　　 The report in Jenkins’s hand lists the entire process of the Cthulhu God Child incident. Everything must be talked about from a trick three hundred years ago. The cult sect that was extremely active on the mainland at that time learned the news of the end of the epoch in advance. Although they were wiped out by the Orthodox Church before they could do anything, the news spread.

　　 After many years of preparation and fermentation, several Cthulhu sects united together, planning to make the Son of God appear among the saints to fight for the savior's emblem. Once successful, the divine creature with a human body will be the most advantageous contender for the ultimate victory.

　　 "...What is the savior's emblem?"

　　 Jenkins asked suspiciously, he still remembered that he had never heard the word "self".

　　 "You can think of it as a unique identity."

　　 Miss Bevanna answered vaguely.

"Oh, that's how it is."

　　 He nodded, pretending not to care. In the information obtained by the church, there are almost all plans for the Son of God, except for the way that the Son of God obtains the emblem of the savior after the plan is successful.

　　 The sacrifice in New Truman City is already in the middle and late stages of the plan, and the choice of the house next to Jenkins as the location of the birth of the **** was even more planned a hundred years ago.

　　 Looking deeper, the length and streetscape of St. George’s Street appear to have a great connection with this group of people. Although their plan was a little unexpected, overall it went well, until Jenkins misused the psychic board because of curiosity. Otherwise, no one will even be aware of the terrible events that will happen on St. George Street in a few months.

　　 "We will arrest everyone involved in it based on these information. The sage will personally resolve the **** child who is absorbing the mist, and then everything will be over."

　　 Miss Bevanna said relaxedly, she has been under a lot of pressure recently.

　　 "Does the sage descend? I heard that other churches in Nolan are also planning the descending of God."

　　 He still has a fluke mentality.

　　 "No, that's just a cover-up, everything has been decided. Jenkins, you don't need to worry."

　　 "No, that's why I am very worried."

　　 He thought sadly.

　　 But even if he couldn't fall asleep for fear, he couldn't find a suitable reason to stay away from Nolan in the near future. In fact, there are indeed some numbered items or alien species that make people accidentally transfer space, such as A-07-2-3222 [Twisted Alley] or Lost Butterfly, but Jenkins's recent bad luck seems to have really run out.

　　 The open class in the afternoon was arranged at Nolan First College where the professor was inaugurated. Because this class allows students from other schools and ordinary citizens to observe, the organizer specially selected the largest lecture classroom in the school. But this is the case, there are still a lot of people who can only listen to them lying on their stomachs outside the window.

　　 After meeting with the professor an hour in advance, Jenkins has discovered the extraordinary excitement in the college today. And when he talked with Mr. Stephen Gris, the president of the University Federation, there was a riot at the school gate because of a large number of carriage jams.

When 　　 arrived at the door of the classroom, when the people in the corridor cheered, people spontaneously gave way to Jenkins holding the notebook, and people in the crowd kept chanting his name.

　　 The entire lecture hall is full, and even the aisles between the desks and the activity area behind the classroom are full. Everyone waved and shouted at Jenkins, hoping to be noticed by the young nobleman and writer, but the dense crowd had already made Jenkins uncomfortable.

　　 Not only young students, but also children, women, middle-aged people and even old people wearing hair sets can be found under the stage.

　　 Although it was announced that this class will only talk about some topics related to literature, this does not affect people's enthusiasm for meeting Jenkins Williams.

　　 In the cheers, Jenkins holding the lesson plan stiffly walked onto the podium.

　　 put the paper in order and put it aside, then took a cat out of his arms and put it on the other side. No matter what he did, the crowd would burst into cheers.

　　 raised his head and looked forward, the dense audience looked at him, and people were eager to hear what the young handsome writer said.

　　 "Good afternoon, I didn't expect to be able to come so many people. I think maybe we should change to a classroom as big as the Civic Square."

　　 There was some laughter from the podium. Miss Stuart said that in a public speech, the opening remarks can deliberately create some jokes. Of course, this must not be done on certain serious occasions.

　　 "Good afternoon, Mr. Williams!"

　　 "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Williams!"

　　 Such a sound can be heard in the noisy voice, and there are even people outside the window waving their hats to Jenkins.

　　 "Please be quiet."

　　 He smiled at the people, then raised his hands and pressed his palms down. Although there were sporadic voices intermittently, most people really remained quiet.

Chapter 625 Chapter 613: Hearing about Barnard Again (1/10)

　　 A few minutes later, Jenkins was convinced that even people outside the window could hear his own voice, so he started to get to the topic of today.

"I am now an evening teacher in the Church of the Sages, but I have never taught so many people at once. I hope you can gain some useful knowledge from the afternoon, or at least have fun from my words. Don't just waste time."

　　 The cat lay unceremoniously on Jenkins's left hand. The audience in the front row could see it clearly, and the young people were particularly interested in it. But chocolate does not make any difference whether it is a human or a mouse looking at it.

"I also thank the University Federation for giving me this opportunity, the City Hall for the financial support for this public class, the Nolan Daily and the Kingdom Times for the publicity, and the Nolan First College for providing site......"

　　 This is something that must be said, even if it is very boring.

"When it comes to literature, it is nothing more than Liba people and Yangchun Baixue. But there are not only differences between the two, but also more common points. These common points are vividly reflected in fairy tales. I hope everyone has read my book. A simple example, in the ninth chapter of "Stories of Foreigners", Aladdin..."

　　 All this went smoother than Jenkins imagined. Even though the theoretical part is a bit boring, people are still willing to listen to Jenkins's explanation. After all, the audience who really want to come to learn things are only a very small part of the audience.

　　 He occasionally writes something on the blackboard, and he can find some young people carefully excerpts, which makes Jenkins very pleased.

　　 When the open class started, the flowerbeds outside could be seen through the windows, and half an hour later, people who came one after another had completely blocked the windows. Perhaps the choice here was a mistake. If there is the next event like this, Jenkins vowed to borrow a larger classroom.

　　 He did not find his friends in the audience, nor did he see John, even though he said he would come.

　　 "Isn't it an excuse to come here, and went on a date with Miss Hoover?"

　　 He guessed, but he thought that John was not like that.

"...So, by reading this story, I hope people realize that there is no unearned thing in this world. This is the meaning of fairy tales, and tell the children through stories. But after all The story is the first, but the reason is the first. This is the place to test the writer..."

　　 At this time, the course has been on for about an hour, but the organizer has not arranged a break. This is a one-time three-hour big class, so Jenkins is very careful not to drink a lot of fish soup at noon, even if it is really delicious.

"It's very interesting that if we extend the same reasoning, we can find that in the past folklore, there are also stories similar to don't wait for wealth from heaven, or those who promise to get something for nothing are liars. Although... "

　　 "Please wait, sir!"

　　 An unexpected voice came from the back of the classroom, interrupting Jenkins' thoughts and the good mood of most people.

　　 Everyone looked there, a young man with messy hair/standing in the corner, his face flushed.

　　 "No, I have no intention of offending, but I hope you can change your rhetoric-those who promise to get something for nothing are not necessarily all liars!"

"Oh?"

　　 Jenkins is not angry, but a little admires his courage. Not everyone can interrupt a public figure's speech on such an occasion. He is now a little curious about what gives him such power.

　　 "Can you explain? No, gentlemen, please let him finish. Oh, please be quiet, I can't hear the sound a bit, please be quiet!"

　　 stopped people's urge to blast him out, and suddenly increased his voice. Jenkins is in a normal state, people will only think that this is a kind person, and once his expression becomes serious, the terrible temperament that oppresses the heart becomes particularly prominent.

　　 Silence fell in the classroom again.

"Dear Miss Fabry saved my mother. It was the money she gave that saved my family, otherwise I cannot afford the medical expenses. Mr. Williams, I respect you very much, but I also respect Miss Fabry, whom I never knew, yes, she saved my family!"

　　 Even though the voice was trembling, the man still said the sentence completely. Jenkins really admires this kind of people, their beliefs give them great courage, even this kind of courage may sometimes be called reckless.

　　 If you “invest” in Miss Fabry’s mine at an early stage, it is indeed possible to achieve a total profit greater than the invested principal. This is why Jenkins believes that the interests of "most people" will not be damaged. Although it was not worth it, on average, everyone should not lose much.

　　 "He is from Eldron?"

　　 Jenkins guessed that only the first two batches of "investors" were the real beneficiaries.

　　 "Miss Fabry..."

　　 He repeated the name, and the good deed students at the stage immediately explained the cause and effect for him. Although everyone's rhetoric is slightly different, it is true that the descriptions are all matters of mine.

　　 This is not a big deal, and Jenkins does not want to attract public attention until it is completely finished. He had planned to confuse this matter vaguely, but when he swept his eyes to the first row of seats, he was stunned.

　　 "Sir, yes, it is you, thank you for your explanation, I think I probably understand. Oh, sorry, can you tell me your name?"

　　 He suddenly pointed to the young man who had just explained the situation to him. This should be the student of this school, otherwise it would not be possible to occupy such a high position.

　　 "Oh, hello, Mr. Williams, it is my honor. My name is Coloploss Barnard, and I am the nephew of Wayne Sreibin Barnard, the recipient of the Full Moon Medal!"

　　 There were whispers in the quiet classroom again. The Full Moon Medal is the highest honor that ordinary people recognize that believers of [No Light Moon] can get.

　　 The young man’s face was seven points similar to that of the dead Mr. Barnard, especially when he turned his head and looked back, his profile look was exactly the same as Mr. Barnard’s.

　　 Jenkins can confirm that this is indeed Mr. Barnard’s relative.

　　 "You have a great uncle."

　　 He praised that this is a reasonable compliment to the winner of the Full Moon Medal, and there is no need to worry that someone will think of the two.

　　PS: Mr. Barnard, if you forget this name, please refer to Chapter 1.

Section 626 Chapter 614 Belief and Bottom Line and Contradiction (2/10)

　　 Although it is surprising to hear Mr. Barnard's name here, it is enough to know here. It's still school time, and Jenkins is about to end this little episode.

　　 But Barnard Jr. was probably encouraged by Jenkins’ praise, and he didn’t sit down but continued:

　　 "In fact, Miss Fabry's mining intention is indeed true. I even plan to introduce it to my aunt recently..."