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　　 Jenkins nodded slightly and looked at the vase by the wall, feeling this thing was weird. Could it be that all kinds of weird and mysterious things have begun to appear just because the era is about to come to the end?

　　 "Father, what will happen to the holder of the last mark, that is, the one who won the killing game?"

The old man didn't answer him, but shook his head slightly: "I know the answer, but I can't answer you here. Isn't it going to the church in the afternoon? Ask the secret guard who is on duty at the Gate of Vientiane today. It is safe there. "

　　 spent all the morning hours inquiring about anecdotes for a week. Of course, Jenkins also told his father about his adventures about Clemman’s treasure.

　　 Dad also knows a little bit about the legends surrounding Berdylan, so he is also full of interest in this matter.

　　 After lunch, I went to church with chocolate. Because it is the afternoon of a working day, there are not many believers who come to pray.

　　 But the first acquaintance Jenkins met was not the bishop, but the Roberts priest who directed the young people to hang oil paintings in the cloister.

　　 He turned to face the wall and helped the person standing on the ladder to correctly determine whether the position of the painting was correct, so he did not see Jenkins who happened to be passing by.

　　 The overall tone of this huge oil painting is gloomy. The background seems to be the foyer of a certain mansion, because the stairs and furniture near the edge of the picture can be seen. On the messy floor in the painting, there are some dead bodies and people waving their hands to protect their heads. The main image of the painting is a young man leaping high, facing the giant python that was saved from the oil painting in the painting.

　　 oil painting only drew his back, so it is impossible to tell which one it is. But according to the tradition of the church, this kind of oil paintings praising heroes that can be hung in churches are usually those who have really done great deeds.

　　 For example, the knight on the left slays the dragon, or the battlefield duel at the corner of the corridor. These things are real.

　　 "Which scribe recently won such an honor?"

　　 He guessed in his heart, and heard the old priest shout:

"Justin, go a little more to the right! You have to move fast. Although this was just sent from Bel Dylan, we must fix it before sunset. This is a matter of attitude. You brash young people understand. ?"

　　 "Is this me?"

　　 He finally realized.

　　 Bishop Parrod’s office is still so spacious. When Jenkins knocked on the door and entered, the old man was stamping a document with his own power ring.

　　 "Oh, Jenkins is here, is the trip going well?"

　　 "Good afternoon, Bishop Parrod, the trip went well."

　　 While talking, he turned around and closed the door, took off his coat and hung it on the hanger behind the door. It is not an iron hook inlaid on the wall, but a floor-to-ceiling hanger made of solid wood, with flower-like patterns carved on the surface of the horizontally protruding horizontal wood, and then painted with brown paint.

　　 Chocolate jumped off Jenkins' shoulders after entering the door. First, he jumped on the hospitality sofa, but seemed to think it was uncomfortable, so he ran to the window sill and let the sun shine on its beautiful hair.

　　 The cat yawned greatly.

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　　 "This is a gift for you."

　　 Jenkins put the small box in his hand on the desk and pushed it to the old man. The bishop put down the ring and pen in his hand, picked up the box like an old man, and slapped it:

　　 "You didn't bring me socks or scarves, which is very strange."

　　 Jenkins smiled awkwardly, wondering why everyone thought they would only buy those things as souvenirs.

　　 "Let me take a guess."

　　The old bishop paused: "Pen."

　　 "Well, you guessed it right."

　　 He nodded, "I bought it on Vasilyn Art Avenue."

　　 "17 Wasilon Avenue, Mrs. Xilin's art shop?"

　　 The bishop raised his eyebrows.

　　 Now Jenkins is really surprised. There is more than one store selling pens on that road. How did the bishop guess it?

　　 "Yes, you guessed it right...Have you bought goods there too?"

　　 "Haha, of course. When I was young, Mrs. Xilin's surname was not Xilin.....it's a digression to say this."

　　 He realized that certain topics were not suitable for talking to young people, so he coughed loudly, took the ring and put it back in the box without looking at Jenkins' eyes, so that the pause and change of the conversation did not appear too deliberate:

　　 "I remember the goods in that store are very expensive."

　　 "It's okay, you know, I'm also rich recently..."

He was referring to the inheritance of his friends, which the bishop knew: "And my new book is undergoing final proofreading, and the Silver Jasmine Opera Company also invited me to write scripts for them. This little gift is nothing. "

"Don’t think about it this way. Young people always think that their income is high, but when they are in middle age to support their families, they realize that savings are never enough. Although you have your own house, this is very good, but a certain amount of savings is also very good. Necessary. Although the girls in our city believe in love, a qualified gentleman must also let his lover live a good life..."

　　 After briefly expressing his opinions on the living conditions of the young people, the bishop asked in detail about Jenkins’s meeting with the queen of the kingdom and the pope of the church during his travels. He didn't make any comments this time, just listened quietly.

　　 "Miss Windsor? Is the Duke of Windsor's favorite daughter?"

　　 "Yes, she also invited me to go to her manor for vacation next summer."

　　 "Then do you agree?"

　　 Jenkins blinked, feeling that the bishop cared more about this matter than others. Although he subconsciously thought that this concern seemed to have nothing to do with his marital status, but he couldn't find other possible reasons.

　　 "I said I will go if I have time."

　　 "That's it."

　　 The old bishop nodded slowly, drooping his eyes and wondering what he was thinking.

　　 After visiting the bishop, today’s things are almost complete. According to the itinerary, tomorrow afternoon I will go to the club to meet Hathaway and Miss Mihail, and go to the party of Mr. Corpse at night.

　　He held the cat and walked to the garden behind the main hall of the church. After thinking about it, he put the chocolate in the flowerbed and gave it the Orb of Life.

　　 "Play here obediently, I'll go to Vientiane Gate to do something, and I'll be back in a while, do you understand?"

　　 He bent down and squatted down and whispered to his cat. After speaking, I looked around again, worried about being seen by others,

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The cat grabbed the green bead with his front paws and screamed softly, then pushed his **** out and pushed the bead forward with his nose.

　　 Jenkins stood up with a smile, proud of the sensibility of his cat. But he did not see that the kitten stopped the shameful posture immediately after he left, looked around, saw that no one was paying attention here, meowed, and then spit out a bright yellow bead from his mouth. .

　　 Just at this moment, the clouds floated from somewhere to cover the brilliance of the setting sun, making the looming double moon on the horizon more obvious.

　　 The cat looked at the moon for a while, and leaned his bead on the Orb of Life. A trace of yellow and green air converged in the two billowing beads. The cat stared at it for a while with his big billowing eyes. Its appearance was reflected on the surface of the two beads, which looked very funny.

　　 stood up and walked two steps forward, then slowly lay down on the beads, pretending to be lying on his stomach here basking in the sun, so that no one could see the magical scene.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 But this posture really makes the cat uncomfortable.

　　 The secret guard on duty at the Gate of Vientiane today is Mr. Smith, who Jenkins is most familiar with, and he is not surprised by Jenkins’ problems.

　　 "I can answer you this question, but I think you should understand that this information must never be leaked out."

　　 "I understand that restricting the spread of illegal knowledge is also the duty of a scribe."

　　 Mr. Smith nodded and turned to face the huge holy emblem engraved on the Gate of Vientiane. The door opened without raising interest, and a golden light gushed out from it, surrounding the two people.

　　 When the light disappeared, everything around was still as it was, but in the sight of the real eye, a thin film could be seen surrounding the two of them.

　　 "Oliver should have mentioned something to you."

　　 He snapped his fingers, and a piece of paper floated from the gap in the door that was still unclosed and stopped in front of Jenkins. He reached out and took it. At the top of the paper is the shape of the killing mark itself mentioned by the old man, which was drawn with a pencil.

"A-01-1-6377, Mark of Killing. The bearer of the Mark usually spends half a year strengthening himself through killing, and then leaves the city he occupies to fight with other bearers of the Mark. And finally survived. That person will transform into a powerful humanoid alien creature, breaking through the edge of the material world to an unknown world.

　　 The last time the Mark of Killing appeared was a very long time ago, but records show that it is not difficult to destroy a city of the size of Nolan City in the battle between the mark holders who can survive to the later stage. "

　　 Jenkins showed an expression of amazement on his face. He was taken aback for a while to digest the information, and then asked: "So, has there been an instance of A-01-1-6377 within the city of Nolan?"

"The diocese is assisting in the investigation, but the current information from the police station shows that in the past six months there has been no series of homicides in the city worthy of attention. In fact, the most active at night are the believers of the new gods. Every major event can be connected to them."

　　 Jenkins looked at the wall with erratic eyes, pretending to know nothing.

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　　 The conversation with the secret guard did not end on the killing imprint, because Jenkins had another very important question, and he finally found a suitable excuse to raise it.

　　 first pretended to think of something, then deliberately frowned, showing that he was hesitating, and finally sighed, indicating that he had made up his mind:

"Oh, Mr. Smith, I have one more question to ask you. During my trip to Berduran last week, I found a very interesting stele at the Tegel Museum in the royal capital, but there are only paintings on the stele. A round of moon came out. The owner of the museum doesn't know why this happened. Are you clear about it?"

"Oh?"

　　 There was a surprised expression on the old man's face: "There will be contraband...I mean, that stone tablet is indeed very interesting. As for your question..."

　　 He hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Jenkins again:

"You really need to understand some secret things before the era. Although heavy knowledge hinders the growth of your soul, how can your soul be compared with ordinary humans? But remember, you must be humble with knowledge. This is a scribe Things we must remember."

"Ok."

　　 He nodded quickly, and then drew the holy emblem on his chest. It was just a casual question, but I didn't expect to actually get the answer.

　　 "First of all, I can tell you very clearly that the number of moons in the sky is definitely not fixed."

　　 "Sure enough!"

　　 He thought with excitement, and noticed the cautious expression on the face of the secret guard, as if he was afraid of something.

"Before the 11th century, there was indeed a full moon in the sky, which is the red moon we see now. It's just that the moon at that time was called the blood moon and was a symbol of greatness... "

　　 A very important word in the middle of this sentence was vaguely fooled by the secret guard, and Jenkins did not ask, he knew that there must be a corresponding reason for not telling him now.

　　 "So, the change in the number of moons happened during the 11th century."

　　 "Yes, to be more precise, this incident occurred in 1304 in the 11th century. This exact point in time can only be found in the Orthodox Church in the material world."

　　 Jenkins blinked, nodded slowly, and thought in his heart: "So, when I was tracing the gear germs, the scene I saw happened at least before the 11th century?"

　　 "Then what caused the second moon to rise? Is it related to the great gods or something else?"

"The reasons for the blue moon are extremely complicated, and the events involved cannot even be heard by mortals below the demigod. Oh, in fact, even Miss Bevana just vaguely knows some unimportant details. It must be strictly. Keep this secret, otherwise some kind of catastrophe may happen again."

　　 The secret guard shook his head, "It's impossible for me to know this in my life, but if you are interested in this matter, you can apply to the Holy See for permission after level 8, and they will not refuse you."

　　The talk about the moon has ended here, and the secret guard finally reminded Jenkins that in an era that is more distant and older than the 11th century, even the red blood moon is not the first moon. Since the moon can produce new, it may also be destroyed. Although the secret keepers did not reveal much, Jenkins was certain that the original month was definitely not the two rounds now.

　　 But Mr. Smith’s explanation only goes to this point, and then he no longer pays attention to Jenkins, but closes his eyes and recites the sage’s proverbs to the holy emblem on the Gate of Vientiane.

　　 Jenkins has understood the important substance and metaphorical role of the moon in the world for a long time, and by discussing with Miss Miller about the chaining ability of the three gods, he understands that the world is constantly changing.

　　 Therefore, the changes in the number and color of the moon are all expected things, but I can't figure out what kind of power can change such an important celestial phenomenon.

　　 With this confusion, he returned to his home and settled his wages with Mrs. Mahath, the housekeeping maid who hadn't seen him for a week, and then opened his letters while eating dinner.

　　 Today’s dinner is a simple meat porridge with a few pieces of fresh cabbage leaves in the porridge. It's luxurious enough to eat these in the current season, and he doesn't ask for a lot.

　　 And those letters were all received from the house by Dad who helped him when he was going to Bel Dylan.

　　 Put aside the letters from readers and read them again if you feel in the mood. This time the number has doubled. The bill is to be checked first. He pulled the candlestick on the dining table closer, and looked at the extra taxes and fees, the small black numbers scratched his heart like a knife.

　　 "I remember that after becoming a baron, taxes and fees can be lowered."

　　 He muttered to himself, touched the cat lying quietly beside him, and calculated how much money he could save every month.

　　 Although there will be a large amount of objective cash that can be inherited, the good habit of frugality cannot be thrown away.

　　 It took another half an hour to check the progress list sent by the executor of Mr. Augustus's estate, and to reply to them one by one, and then picked up the last letter.

　　 This letter is sent from Shire, and the sender is of course old Jack. I don't know what the letter paper was originally used for. I can smell the pungent herbal smell through the envelope.

　　 Chocolate couldn't stand it for a long time, so he fled to the living room early, lying in front of the fireplace and didn't know what he was doing.

　　 The first half of the letter is still about the apprenticeship, while the back is a very serious commission.

　　 The thing is like this. Old Jack, as a rare talent in this era who can deploy potions, occasionally takes on some "private jobs" in addition to the work of the church.

　　 There is nothing wrong with this. After all, keeping in touch with illegal benefactors is also the job of field civilians such as Jenkins, Daddy, and Jack.

　　 At about the end of last month, a letter from an old customer far south of the Kingdom of Chessland claimed to have obtained a very rare and extraordinary plant. Old Jack has been looking for this plant for a long time, and it can be used to make an extremely useful potion.

　　 But at least two pharmacists need to cooperate with each other to make the medicine. Although Old Jack knows other colleagues, he is very worried that those people will become greedy because of the medicine.

　　 To use his words in the letter:

　　 "For the gifter, this potion is like a dragon in heat seeing an elegant and beautiful silver dragon lying in an active volcano..."

　　 Although this description is a bit crude, it also allows Jenkins to understand the preciousness of his unnamed potion.