Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "...Forget it, this may be another trap, and time is really running out. Our task is to arrive at the church on time and continue to set off."

　　 "Good old man."

　　 He did not go to see the escaped cultists, but squatted down to check the physical condition of the man possessed by the deceit. The other party has no breath, which is what the old man and Jenkins expected.

　　 So together with the old man, he dragged the corpse to the shop on the street. In the horrified eyes of the shop owner, he left some money for him to take care of the corpse temporarily:

　　 "About an hour or two later, someone from the sage church will come and fetch it. Don't worry, we are not bad guys."

The sentence 　　 is not very convincing on this occasion.

　　 is closer to the church, if at the current speed, two people can reach the gate of the church of the sage in less than twenty minutes.

　　 Seeing that Dad really didn’t want to ask about the principle of dispersing the postman, Jenkins walked side by side with Dad, while whispering:

　　 "Even the tricks have appeared. We can't meet the worse situation, right? For example, two tricks..."

　　 "Needless to say. Although I am not a superstitious person, in this case, it is better for you to shut up."

　　 Dad warned, and at the same time slowed down and looked around:

　　 "Since you can now even know the number and level of cultists even across a street and a house, then be vigilant, always look around, and don't let the danger come close before we react."

　　 Jenkins immediately nodded and looked around:

　　 "There is no problem now, at least this street is okay."

　　 "That sneaky person over there is no problem?"

　　 Jenkins looked at the direction his father had pointed out quietly, and raised his eyebrows:

"......no problem."

　　 At the intersection ahead, the man with his head down and his hat holding an umbrella against the wall. Although he is a non-registered gift, he is Mr. Hood, so of course it’s okay.

　　 Mr. Hood's walking direction is exactly the opposite of that of Dad and Jenkins, so he definitely didn't want to go to church to participate in negotiations. This gentleman said a week ago that he would repay Jenkins for his life-saving. Recently, he didn't know what he was doing. Jenkins only hoped that he would not make trouble.

　　 is probably the cultist who arranged to stop Jenkins. I didn't expect Jenkins to solve the tricky road so quickly that he didn't encounter any trouble in the next journey.

　　 When I saw the steps in front of the church from a distance, Jenkins was also worried that a few terrible killers would emerge under the road under his feet. But until they walked into the church, really took hot tea, and sat on the sofa by the window listening to the sound of rain, no one stood in the way.

　　 Their speed is fairly fast, but now it has just passed nine o'clock, and there is still an hour before the official start of the negotiation. The people in the church have become completely busy, and Miss Bevanna has also taken Britney and Julia over.

　　 However, although Jenkins, an important participant, has arrived, none of the believers of lies have come. The church believes that this group of people does not seem to be punctual, but it is possible that, like Jenkins and Dad, they have encountered problems halfway.

　　 But no one knows who they are, and now the city has become a mess, and there is no way to tell where the lie believers are in trouble.

　　 Almost 60% of the forces preparing for battle in the evergreen forest were mobilized to the city early in the morning. The situation outside is worse than what Jenkins and Dad saw on the road. Had it not been for the gray fog and rain clouds to block the view, the sky outside would be as lively as fireworks.

　　 None of the false gods that should have appeared here, fortunately, the church knew their approximate location and had already set off to meet them. Jenkins originally wanted to go out to help, so that it would be convenient to find a reason to use his identity as a lie believer to inform him that he might be late.

But the church thought that he and his father had finally broken through many obstacles to reach the destination, so they stopped taking risks. Therefore, let the father watch him and prevent Jenkins from running around. Jenkins could only be well-behaved with his cat. Sitting together watching the falling rain outside the window.

　　 It was probably Miss Stevier who played the role, and the Music Order was the first to arrive. Jenkins looked at the window, his eyes did not see them, but his ears heard the melodious organ sound in the rain. It was a solo of the organ, which appeared with the sound of raindrops on a rainy day, and it sounded really beautiful.

　　 The sound appeared from a place about a street away, but it was unusually clear and moving, and even had a sad rhythm in rainy weather.

　　 "It's raining outside, they are still playing! Besides, are they not afraid of being heard by the nearby residents?"

　　 Jenkins rubbed his ears and said incredulously.

"It should be deliberately played for the church. Moreover, people always want to show off for such a large gathering that only takes place every few hundred years and thousands of years. This is normal. If they just come by carriage, I will instead. Will doubt the true identity of this group of people."

　　 The old man waved his hand, and got up with Jenkins to greet him.

　　 When the sound of music appeared, the musicians were still a street away, which also made it convenient for the church to arrange for the greet team. When the representatives of the Twelve Churches were all standing at the entrance of the church, musicians in dresses appeared from the street.

　　 is not only the accordion, but everyone else in the team also has instruments for harmony. As they approached, the music of other parts gradually became louder, blending in harmony with the accordion melody. It was a tone that Jenkins had never heard before, sad, but it was very suitable in this kind of weather.

　　 will not be excessively sad like a funeral march, but solemn and solemn.

　　The group of people are wearing uniform ladies' long skirts and high heels. Everyone is well-dressed, and it seems to be shining in the rain. Because they were playing music, everyone did not open their umbrellas, but the rain did not fall on them. On the contrary, it seemed like they deliberately avoided these performers, and they couldn't even wet their high heels.

　　 "It's amazing~"

　　 Jenkins in the crowd sighed softly, and the old man said beside him:

　　 "This is really good, these women probably paid a lot of money."

　　 "You mean clothes?"

"I mean rituals. Pay attention to the music they play. Obviously this is a kind of ritual to keep rainwater away from everyone. I don’t know what ritual is, but from the perspective of expression, it’s definitely not a casual use. Silver, gold and gems can be used. These women are really rich."

　　 When the musicians approached the steps of the church, they stopped playing. The others stood still, and Miss Lydia Burnrett took the gift-accordion back into her spirit, and then took the lead to step up the steps. Because it was raining, there was no red carpet on the steps, but because there was a platform supported by the pillars to cover the rain, the greeted teams all stood on the large platform at the door.

Of course Pope Pontef IV would not come to greet him. The old man is still resting, so Bishop Parrod, as the actual head of the church, greeted him first and shook hands with Miss Bernrete. After the mutual friendship, he introduced the son Jenkins to shake hands, and then other performers followed and walked up the steps.

　　 Bishop Parrod and several priests around him led the way, and a group of people entered the church. Miss Bevanna and the representatives of the other Eleven churches also came forward to express their condolences, and then led them to the large lounge that had been prepared.

　　 Generally speaking, this process has nothing to do with Jenkins. The presence and absence of the son is just a matter of etiquette, not very important. This kind of welcome is actually the element of formalism greater than the actual effective role, but it is an activity that must be carried out.

　　 More and more religious groups are coming to the church. Just like the old man said, everyone wants to appear in a unique way. This can be regarded as showing off, or it can be regarded as trying to impress people.

　　 Within half an hour, various sound and light effects appeared in turn on the street where the church is located. In contrast, the way the Music Clan played out was actually relatively low-key.

Chapter 2032 Chapter 202 Busy Morning

　　 Although Jenkins knows the names of most false gods, he does not know the names of all false gods, let alone who will appear today.

　　 Although everyone’s way of playing is strange, but they are also very restrained and prevent nearby residents from discovering abnormalities. The rain that was just right helped cover up most of the sound and light effects, otherwise the newspapers tomorrow will have to work hard to explain the anomaly in the city center.

　　The one who impressed Jenkins most was the believer of the false **** [Silk Manipulator], or the false **** [Spider Mother]. Although "spider" represents a bad image in most cultures, the believer of this false **** is absolutely good.

　　The name of their religious group is "Eastern Textile Industry Association", which is mainly active in the eastern part of the mainland. Its members are composed of women workers in the textile industry and some artists.

　　 They didn't ride out on the big spider ingeniously, but suddenly fell from the sky. Jenkins' eyes can see the extremely thin silk thread hanging from the sky, so he knows that these people must have sent the silk thread to the sky long in advance and practiced for a long time elsewhere before daring to do such a dangerous action.

　　 This kind of appearance is not gorgeous, but because Jenkins knows the hard work behind it, it left a deep impression on him.

　　 Such as the Music Order and the "Eastern Textile Industry Association" are either rich or powerful, so they don't care about the cost of the ceremony. And those who are only present on behalf of the Order in their own name, that is, the small-scale groups of the Order, also try not to make themselves look shabby.

　　 Everyone seems to have guessed early that everyone will not appear in the normal way, so there is also a mentality of comparing each other.

　　 For example, a believer of the false god-[Cloud Sky Giant Whale]. Although this **** sounds like a whale, it is actually the **** who is in charge of "cloud" and "rain". Because of various reasons, that is, overlap with the priesthood of certain righteous gods, the development of the Order has not been smooth. This time only three people came as representatives. When they appeared, the raindrops gathered together and flowed in the air to the door of the church like a stream. Then three people appeared at the door of the church.

　　 This is the ability to transform from elemental form to physical form, which is quite remarkable. The three men looked like Cheslan's gifters, and they were all seven-level gifters, which was even more remarkable.

　　 "If it doesn't rain, what will they do?"

　　 Taking advantage of the trio and the bishop's greetings, Jenkins quietly asked Dad Xiang.

　　 "Do you see the rusty water pipe over there? I bet they will start from there."

　　 Hearing the old man's answer, Jenkins imagined the scene where the water pipe suddenly burst and the water splashed outwards, so he was very thankful that the rain saved the innocent water pipe.

　　 Although I wanted to see if the girl with the fish-shaped hairpin would show up, Jenkins didn't want to stand at the door as a member of the welcome team. It was boring. Therefore, the church arranged for him to meet with representatives of the various denominations who had already come to the church.

　　 This is a more boring job, that is, it is a bit interesting when I meet with the Music Order. In order not to reveal her identity, Hathaway chose to disguise, but Jenkins recognized it at a glance.

　　 She avoided Jenkins, did not talk to Jenkins, and handed over the work to Miss Burnreit and Miss Stillwell. Jenkins blinked at her between speaking, and the latter turned his head blushing, which is really rare.

　　 It was originally scheduled to start negotiations at ten o'clock, but at ten o'clock exactly, it is estimated that less than 60% of the participants had reached the information sent in advance, and even the representatives of the Orthodox Church itself did not arrive. Therefore, the negotiation is temporarily postponed to the afternoon, and the church will provide lunch at noon.

　　Because most people have considered this situation, no one objected to it

　　 The kings and representatives of the three kingdoms did not arrive at the church, but waited at the city hall not far away. However, the civilian officials came very early, and the priests in charge of the secretaries of the churches prepared the layout of the meeting place, as well as the arrangement of documents, preparation of stationery, and other trivial matters.

　　 There is no time limit for this negotiation, and there will only be one such one. If you can't get the final result, even if it's been opened for three days in a row, you must continue to drive, so you must be fully prepared.

　　 When I was preparing for lunch at around eleven in the morning, the believers of the lie still did not show up. The church is already a little worried, because the investigation within the urban area did not see that the gifters with the characteristics of "liar believers" were in trouble.

The church was worried that those scammers were really cheating, so in order to dispel the church’s suspicions, Jenkins had an excuse to talk to Fei Ni, seized the time to leave the church over the wall, then took the white cat and put on the black robe, and hurried along under the umbrella. Stepping on sewage from the side of the street.

　　 Compared with the meticulous preparations of other pseudo-theists when they arrived, it was really worse than that.

"it's me."

　　 Seeing the chaos at the church door because of his unexpected arrival, Jenkins waved his hand and said:

　　 "You don't have to be greeted, I am not officially visiting now, I just come to inform."

　　 "Mr. Candle, where did your people go? Now it's three-pointers at eleven. We said it would start at ten."

　　 said as if to lead Mr. Candle in, but Jenkins refused:

　　 "But didn't it start at ten?"

　　 He pointed his finger in a direction behind him:

"We came very early, sitting and chatting in the tavern over there, planning to show up when people arrived. In this negotiation, how can we be regarded as one of the protagonists? The last one appeared, also in line with Common sense."

　　 "Ms. Fabry and anyone else? Why are you alone?"

　　 Listening to the lie believers appearing, Miss Bevanna, who rushed in, was already a little emotionally unstable because of the work this morning. Especially when Mr. Candle was talking, she looked indifferent. Thinking about the busyness of the church today, she simply wanted to catch these idlers who dismissed the boring world in the tavern to help arrange the meeting place.

　　 "Oh, Fabry and the others said that the food in the Church of the Sages is not to your taste, so they plan to take advantage of this gathering of lie believers and find a restaurant to have dinner together. I know you will be in a hurry, so I came to let me know."

　　 He pretended to roll up his sleeves and looked at his wrist, as if checking the time, the white cat vanilla on his shoulder also lowered his head to look at his wrist.

　　Ms. Bevanna, who was close by, could see clearly. The man in front of him didn't wear a watch at all, but he nodded as if he was sure of the current time, and rolled back his sleeves:

"Oh, it's already this time. So good, we will come again at two o'clock in the afternoon, and hope we can start right then. One more thing, Miss Fabry hopes that we can sit closer to William... .."

Chapter 2033 Chapter 2003 Hair and Preferences

　　 "The seating issue has been arranged and cannot be changed now. Do you know how many people are here this time? We have to open the conference hall behind the gate of Vientiane."

　　 Miss Bevanna refused this request, and wondered in her heart whether Miss Fabry was interesting to Jenkins.

　　 "Okay, okay, don't worry, ma'am, you are not pretty at all when you are angry. Then we say okay, meet at two in the afternoon."

　　 "From two o'clock in the afternoon, even if you are late, you will be here at one and fifty."

"Ok."

　　 "Also, how can I contact you? If you don't arrive at two o'clock in the afternoon, how can I find you?"

　　 "It's very simple, just let the Miss Bailing from the music church find me, she will definitely be able to find me."

　　 said, Jenkins turned around to leave, but still asked the last question:

　　 "The town is not peaceful today, do you need help?"

　　 "The church can solve it, you don't get drunk and die in the restaurant at noon."

　　 Jenkins certainly wouldn't die in a restaurant because he would neither go to a restaurant nor provide drinks at the lunch table, at least not at the table he was at.

　　 There have never been so many people eating together in the Church of the Sage, and the church has to arrange people to eat in batches. Most church groups, like music churches, have arranged for delegations of less than 20 people to participate, but even this is already overcrowded.

　　 And those organizations are loose, so only one or two people come to the church to participate in the negotiations. Including the gods of lies, there are a total of 366 false gods. Excluding cultists who are unlikely to show up and cults that will not appear for various reasons, the church originally expected that more than 200 different cults would have problems. It can appear halfway through.

　　 Facts have proved that the estimates of the church are still too conservative. At present, more than 120 church groups have been verified and registered. The church didn't know that Nolan had gathered so many people. Even though some people are only attending in their personal capacity, this is indeed the 120 churches of different false gods.

　　 The conference room unfolded behind the Gate of Vientiane is big enough to hold these people, so don't worry. And Jenkins was curious how many representatives of the false gods were present when the "Tower Agreement" was signed in the last period.

　　 For this reason, he deliberately consulted Miss Bevana at noon. Miss Bevana was so angry by Mr. Candle just now. Jenkins noticed that she was using her knife to handle her food too hard.

"Last epoch? The information on our side is not complete evidence, and according to the tower, the situation in the epoch was much worse than it is now, and the church did not have time to organize large-scale meetings. Therefore, that important negotiation Participants, including the twelve churches and the kings at the time, the false **** church only reached less than one-eighth. It is said that the blizzard formed by extraordinary power blocked the tower and the outside world. If the agreement is not reached as soon as possible, then It's really too late."

　　 "So, in this era, we are actually doing pretty well? At least we can have a leisurely meeting?"

"Leisure? Well, Jenkins, you are indeed very leisurely... This is also due to the believer of the lie and the **** of the lie, they have greatly suppressed our greatest enemy at present, otherwise this negotiation will not It will be so easy."

　　 Miss Bevanna shook her head. Although she didn't like the group very much, she must admit that they did a great job.

　　 Hearing that he was praised, even Jenkins would be happy for a while. With a happy mood, he returned to his position, and Xiao Fei Ni was looking sadly at the cat on the table.

　　 "What's wrong? Why is this expression?"

　　 Jenkins asked as he picked up the tableware again.

"It's nothing."

　　 She fiddled with the broccoli on the plate with a fork in a bad mood.

　　 "I guess you don't like broccoli, but you don't want to waste food, so you plan to let the chocolate eat, but the chocolate doesn't plan to bother you at all."

　　 "Did you... see it?"

　　 The girl curled her head and asked cautiously: