Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 Fini was Jenkins' first believer and a true believer of true value. This was already understood when Jenkins obtained the priesthood of [The Asylum of Flower Girl].

　　 Now as long as she is close to Fini, or closes her eyes to imagine Fini's existence, Jenkins can hear the messy thoughts in her heart and understand her deepest desire.

　　 Because of this, Jenkins can know the girl's sadness.

　　 But he doesn't know if Fei Ni is aware of who she believes in. She attends church activities as usual every day, participates in prayers to the sage, and chants hymns in the choir. But every morning and evening, she would also say Jenkins's name in her heart once or twice, and Jenkins could feel it every time.

On Monday, Miss Audrey and Miss Broniance sent her back to the church. The fortune-tellers used a good reason to explain that Fini went out during the church closure, so she did not get into trouble. .

　　 "Sir, do you say that Louise can be a star? When I was a child, my mother told me that once kind people die, they can become stars in the night sky."

　　 Of course, this is the imagination of ordinary people. Except for the stars whose power in the astral world is projected onto the night sky of the material world, the other stars all represent gods.

Chapter 1171 The first thousand and fifty-two chapters in the rain

　　 The spring rain struck each other on the ground and the hearts of the two people in the corridor.

　　 "Loise is a good boy, maybe she went to a better place, better than the stars."

Jenkins stretched out his hand to catch the rain. The silver-like raindrops splashed when they touched his hand. It accidentally wetted the cat's fur. It made a whimpering sound, but seeing that Jenkins was talking with others, he Did not express his dissatisfaction.

　　 "A better place than the starry sky... Sir, can I really see Louise again?"

　　 If the torrential rain can be as heavy as Jenkins' mood, then the ground may have been hit with riddled holes, and even the most complicated combination of words cannot describe Jenkins' mood at this moment.

　　 For a moment, he really wanted to tell Fini about turning Louise into an angel. But reason told him that this is a church, even if the sage already knows his identity with a high probability, he must not talk about such things in the sage’s church.

"You will meet again, I swear, you will have the opportunity to meet Louise again while we are still in the material world. I assure you, Fini, in the name of Jenkins Radumpt William I guarantee it under the special name, it will definitely happen!"

　　 Fini stubbornly endured her tears and nodded, holding Jenkins's hand and watching the heavy rain outside the corridor with him.

　　 "Sir, is life always so difficult? I have no parents, no relatives, and now I don’t even have my best friend."

　　 This question is a bit too deep. Jenkins thinks that he can't answer this question perfectly. If he can memorize more sentences that seem to make sense and have good rhetoric, then it would be a good idea to take out those words that he doesn't understand at this moment.

　　 But Jenkins felt that he should use his own understanding to answer this question. He hoped that Fei Ni could establish a reasonable outlook on life and values ​​at this age.

"The difficulty of life is the test of fate. Although many people think that people who talk about fate are usually negative people, there really is fate in this world. Fate never treats anyone who is kind. People, this is one of the reasons why I like this world...Fini, loneliness is the experience that fate gives to mortals. Even if you encounter more difficulties in your future life, never be depressed... .. And, I will always be by your side."

　　 Small hands are holding big hands, Jenkins has mixed feelings in his heart. Fate has given Fini too much hardship. Although there are not a few peers in this world who are more miserable than her, Jenkins always can't get used to this kind of thing.

　　 Fini did not look up at Jenkins's eyes anymore, but silently nodded, holding his hand to look at the rain ahead. The cat meowed boringly, trying to get Jenkins' attention, but Jenkins ignored it.

　　 "Sir, are you alone?"

　　 I don't know how long it took before Fei asked in a low voice. This question was equally difficult for Jenkins to answer. He remembered the question he had with Ryan Sam Carmel that day when he was at the old elf's house.

　　 "Do you remember the name of my first book?"

　　 He did not choose to answer but asked his own question.

　　 ""A Collection of Stories from Foreigners"."

　　 Children of this age generally like Jenkins' fairy tale books.

"For the world, everyone who is newly born is a stranger. We have to use our life to adapt to the life of a stranger, even if we are alone and helpless, even if everyone has malicious intent, even if the secret in our heart is not said. Come out, we always have to live. Mortals spend their entire lives turning themselves from strangers into residents who truly belong to this world, and firmly embed themselves in this world..."

　　 "Then ushered in death?"

　　 It is rare for girls to interrupt when Jenkins is talking.

"Yes, then we will usher in death. The meaning of life is not much. Living alone is an experience that every life must have. It's just that some people are shorter and some people are longer. But the happiness that comes after loneliness, Is the best happiness..."

　　He was silent for a while, and then continued:

　　 "I am also very young, and it is difficult to understand the meaning of life and life. You can take what I said just now as pretentious and disease-free **."

　　 Jenkins denied what he didn't know before, Fini looked up at the young man in confusion, wondering why he said this.

　　 "Fini, this is not a solid materialistic world. Everything in this world is possible. It is true that everything is possible. Do you believe in miracles?"

　　 The girl didn't know how to answer, so she had to be silent.

　　 Jenkins rummaged through his pocket to find the oranges he was going to feed the cat, which he brought out of the room. Under the dissatisfied eyes of the chocolate, he digs out the orange seeds, and then walks directly into the rain.

　　 Looking back at Fini, Jenkins wiped the rain off his face, then tossed the orange seeds into the soft soil aside.

"Fini, there are miracles in this world. The dead may come back to life, the sun may rise from the west, mortals can fly on their own, and even poor strangers can find their own home... Life is controllable, and life is also reversible."

　　 He stepped on the ground under his feet, and the green light leaped like flames in the torrential rain. The rain and the light mixed together, and the brilliance of that moment made Fini couldn't help but squint her eyes.

Against the rain, stubborn little trees burrow out of the soil; against the sound of the wind, the prosperous branches and leaves spread to all sides; against the seasons, small fruits are all over the branches; against the time, in the rain, they are full The tall and tall trees of plump oranges appeared in the courtyard.

　　 "Sir, come back soon, you will catch a cold."

　　 Fei Ni shouted to him.

　　 "Because this world has miracles, so I don't catch a cold. I really like this place, Fini, I like everything here."

　　 Drenched Jenkins reached out and picked off the two oranges, and then returned to the corridor while drying himself.

　　 He handed the fruit to the girl next to him, and the girl looked up at him, "Sir, I believe there is a miracle in this world, and you are my miracle."

　　 She looked stubbornly into Jenkins's eyes, and the emotions in her eyes even made Jenkins a little scared. Jenkins grinned reluctantly, peeled the orange, and shared it with Fini, the chocolate, and himself.

　　 He turned his head and looked at the rain in the courtyard. In fact, he didn't understand whether he, a stranger, could really find a home here.

　　PS: So where Louise is now, you guys should have guessed...

Chapter 1172 Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Three Dilapidated Stories

　　 "Jenkins, there is an orange tree in the courtyard of the church. Do you know what's going on?"

　　 This is a conversation that took place early on Thursday morning. While Jenkins was still thinking about studying Ryan Sam’s shabby storybook, the old man asked abruptly.

　　 Jenkins was taken aback, then smiled embarrassedly.

"I knew it was you. Although your intention to help the church with green construction is good, if you really want to plant trees, it’s best not to choose orange trees. I’ve never heard of people using orange trees as Ornamental tree."

　　 Papa muttered while peeling the egg. He was still angry about the fact that Jenkins had "raised" the [lost butterfly] in the store, so he was a little rude.

　　 "I still don't understand why old Jack gave you such a dangerous thing. Maybe I should ask him next time I write a letter. He probably still has the idea of ​​making you his apprentice."

　　 "Give me that beautiful butterfly because I helped him catch more."

　　 Jenkins replied, and now the glass bottle containing the stray butterfly is still on the bedside of Jenkins's church residence. Chocolate will observe it every day. Of course, Jenkins can be sure that this cat is definitely not observing butterflies in the attitude of scientific research...magic research.

　　 "I think you'd better dispose of it as soon as possible, whether it is used as a ceremonial consumable, traded on the black market, or even fed to chocolate. It is too dangerous to keep this kind of thing by your side."

　　 Dad stacked the broken egg shells neatly on the corner of the dinner plate, and the cat nodded quickly. Jenkins thought it understood Dad’s proposal.

　　 "I will deal with it as soon as possible, but the butterfly really helped me."

　　 Jenkins thinks that Dad’s reaction to [The Lost Butterfly] is a bit big, but his idea is also reasonable. So that poor little butterfly probably won't stay in Jenkins' hands for too long.

　　 After lunch, Miss Bevanna sent someone to inform Jenkins that the son of [Creation and Mechanical Church] will meet with him this afternoon.

　　The meeting place is not the church of the sages. It is a big event for the saints of Ability God to visit the church, so you must make adequate preparations. But now the church is very busy everywhere, but there is no time to prepare the etiquette, so the afternoon meeting was arranged in a cafe near the church, and a whole team of scribes was responsible for Jenkins' security.

　　 Taking advantage of the time in the morning, Jenkins and Fini chatted for a while about tomorrow’s funeral before returning to his bedroom to continue studying Ryan Sam Carmel’s fairy tale book.

　　 Father’s ban on him will end until tomorrow, when he will have to visit Hathaway and Britney, he will be very busy, so it is best to end the matter about [Foreigners] as soon as possible.

　　 "Healing up" in church these days, that book has been turned over by him more than once. The slightly horrifying collection of realistic fairy tales, literary talent and Jenkins' "A Collection of Stories from Foreign Lands" are not comparable. The book has a very weak aura, but the only specificity is that it cannot be destroyed.

　　The Church of the Sages is the most thorough research on books. There are also numerous methods and secrets for finding out the secrets hidden in the books. But those ordinary methods are of no use to this book. Elder Ryansam has not discovered the secrets of the book for thirty years, and it is definitely not because of his bad luck or stupid brains.

　　 "Maybe I should try to drip my own blood on it, but this is a bit risky. What if there is a curse on the book?"

　　 The cat squinted one eye to the side, biting the ring that seals the Calamity Stone, and has no time to take care of Jenkins' whimsical.

　　 "Maybe I should give it a try."

He quickly found a silver knife for making the ceremonial base, and after a simple disinfection, he made a small cut in his finger with a sharp blade, but after the blood dripped on the page, in addition to making the book look It didn't play any role besides being more tattered.

　　 "It really isn't that simple..."

　　 Jenkins sucked in this finger and continued to meditate. He looked at the pattern on the cover of the old book. The lone traveler turned his back to the outside of the book and walked towards the empty plain of the vast snow. He always thought this painting was the focus.

　　 "Meow~"

　　Chocolate temporarily gave up the ring, jumped onto the bed and stared at the butterfly in the bottle. The butterfly fell on the bottom of the bottle motionless as if frightened, and the cat's eyes were full of malice.

　　 "A stranger...is there a stranger on the cover? Should I enter the cover and talk to him? But it can't be done, it won't be that simple."

　　 Jenkins slowly poured spirit into the book, but still did not respond. He then called out his monocle, and almost stuck his face on the cover of the book to observe with the real eye open.

　　 This has some effect, a touch of inspiration actually showed a line of text at the bottom of the book cover that should have written the name of the author:

　　【The night gives gifts to travelers, and the knight cuts down the birds with the sword. That is the story of autumn. 】

"The knight holding a sword is a symbol of mercury in alchemy that I have not systematically touched. I don’t seem to have seen an alchemist before. It’s quite famous for cutting down the birds and making potions. [Three evaporations and condensation , And then evenly spread the meaning of]; the story of autumn...Autumn has the closest connection with the righteous God [Wandering without a Trace]. The story of autumn is in the Church of Travellers, which symbolizes the single traveler in front of the bonfire. Recite poetry, which corresponds to a fairly famous religious story; night gives gifts, time is night."

　　He paused, then concluded:

"In the dark, apply the prepared mercury that has evaporated and condensed three times on the surface of this book, and then chant what you saw alone in front of the fire... Damn, besides me, who else Can you see this kind of prompt? Isn't it too difficult? It's not right, maybe some magic eyes or rituals can also let the gifters temporarily see the aura."

He quickly became convinced of his inference, because judging from the last story in this book, the last holder of [Foreigner] was the most devout believer of the righteous God [Wandering Without a Trace], and Proficient in alchemy and potions, this is right with those secret words.

　　 This means that Jenkins only needs to wait for midnight, and the handling of mercury is actually not troublesome.

　　 This is the end of a major event. Although Jenkins thinks that there may be more troublesome things after studying at midnight, it is not something that should be considered now.

　　 In the afternoon, he met Mr. Matthew Greif, the son of the Ability God, in a cafe near the church on time.

Chapter 1173 The First Thousand Fifty-Four Chapter Son/Oracle

　　Because the saints were going to meet in the cafe, the cafe was cleared in advance. Of course, in such a rainstorm afternoon, there are not many people in the café, so it is not considered "disturbing the people".

　　 Mr. Gref is much older than Jenkins. He arrived early, so Jenkins opened the door and saw him. It was a handsome man with sharp eyes. Before Jenkins walked in, he was boringly folding the napkin; when Jenkins was sitting across from him, the napkin was folded in the shape of a bird and placed in the middle of the table.

　　 "Good afternoon, Mr. Greif."

"Good afternoon, Mr. William. It's a great honor to see you in such a wet afternoon. Would you like something to drink? I noticed that Nolan’s cafes are happy to provide guests with high-calorie drinks. I like this a little."

　　 Although their ages and backgrounds are very different, the conversation between the two is equal, and even Mr. Gref showed some insignificant respect for Jenkins.

　　 He and Jenkins met, on the one hand because of curiosity about what kind of character the strange son who is stationed in the city is, and on the other hand because of Monday.

　　 "Mr. William, you really did a beautiful job defeating the angel of fire in the end."

　　 He expressed his curiosity very obscurely, his curiosity about the power that Jenkins used was too powerful. But about this matter, Jenkins couldn't answer him either. He used the power of the sage in the state of the son, and any secrets in him had nothing to do with this.

　　 "Maybe because my physical fitness is better, so I can withstand more strength."

　　 He guessed casually, but when he said it, he felt like laughing at the other's weak body.

It is impossible for Gref to stay in Nolan for a long time. This city does not have a church of [Church of Creation and Machinery]. Maybe the church can arrange some people to stay here secretly, but if the Son stays here for a long time, it will cause the local church. Collective protest.

　　 Therefore, the man who is talking to Jenkins at this moment will not have an impact on Jenkins' life. After Jenkins met him, I'm afraid he won't meet again for a long time.

"Speaking of which, there is still no progress in the church's investigation of the gift clock, but it is found that the owner of the clock shop is an important leader of the [Gear Craftsmen's Association], and seems to be the chief priest or something. Mr. Williams, Nolan is really a one. Interesting city, I think they may encounter more troubles in the next investigation."

　　 "Yes, this is indeed a very interesting city. For example, last week's giant activated gear steam giant, I don't know what you think of that thing?"

　　 I mentioned it casually, but I didn't expect to have a big reaction with Mr. Gref.

"Although it’s bad to say that, I think it’s a great artwork, a great masterpiece... Oh, please don’t look at me with such a look, I know it’s a trick, but it’s not It prevents me from appreciating the mechanical beauty..."

　　 Jenkins also agrees that it is a creation like a work of art. The mechanical order and the disorderly chaotic shape of the tricks are harmoniously combined. Mortals cannot create that kind of thing.

　　 "Speaking of which, Mr. William, what do you think of the mechanization of the human body? I think you should also know that the church is trying to do this."

　　 "It's a bold idea, but I think it's better for the human body to be natural."

　　 Jenkins used a very subtle statement, in fact, he is quite opposed to the non-biological modification of the human body. For poor people whose bodies are disabled due to congenital or acquired reasons, mechanized prostheses are of course good, but in order to gain powerful strength or for similar reasons, Jenkins always feels that this will cause disasters.

　　 "It seems that I am really a conservative person."

　　 He thought of this, and then took a drink from the drink in front of him, and noticed that the middle-aged man on the opposite side showed a thoughtful look.

　　 (Chocolate is running...)

　　 Jenkins knew from half a year ago that he is now in a world where the distance between God and mankind is far, but the connection is absolutely close. Both righteous and false gods can communicate with their mortal believers or give instructions in the form of oracles.

The Orthodox Church has a tradition of cultivating pure-minded young girls as nuns reserve. Among these girls, some lucky girls with special talents will be selected. After confirming that they have the gift of gifts, they can live in the church with peace of mind. Giving any task is even easier than semi-civilian staff like Jenkins and Dad.