The Master of the Strange Realm

This is the only complete knowledge obtained, and the fragmented knowledge shows that neither the true god nor the false god seems to have a specific form. The statues of gods erected by mortals are merely the imagination of mortals. This also reasonably explains why believers mostly face the holy symbol instead of the idol when praying. When the grantor uses divine spells, the holy symbol often appears, but the idol is not involved at all.

If this information is true, then an interesting question arises: What was the giant tree reaching the sky that Jenkins saw last time and the phantom of the woman he saw this time?

I got up early the next day, put on my best formal suit and black leather shoes, and looked in front of the mirror for a while. I didn't leave the house until Chocolate screamed impatiently.

The worker riots of the past few days did not seem to bring any changes to the city, at least not to Jenkins. The newspaper didn't mention anything about the martial law that night, but the man in black robe's reward was higher, now 3,000 pounds. The latest charge was that he attacked a thief who broke into the church and took the stolen goods as his own.

Jenkins was stunned for a moment, but later realized that the church hoped to learn the whereabouts of the bold robber through divination. But the unknown man had been killed, and when he died, Jenkins happened to be in a black robe. Therefore, what they could see was that the man in black robe killed the thief, the mirror was left behind, and all that was lost was the roll of parchment. In addition, the man in black robe had a history of robbing strange objects before, so it was natural for him to be considered a gangster.

But he probably realized that the people in black robes were related to the new false god who appeared, and that false god took action to kill the demon and helped the church a lot. Now the black-robed man's reward only occupies an area the size of a fingernail in the newspaper, which is in stark contrast to the previous one-third of the space.

"I'm obviously a good person."

He stroked his cat and sighed.

There is a black carriage parked in front of Dad's Antique Shop. Its shape is the same as a common public carriage on the road, but there is no conspicuous identification mark on the body. In front of the store, there were four tall men standing on one left and one on the right. They were all wearing white shirts and dark blue formal suits. Their hair was combed brightly. When they saw Jenkins approaching, they uniformly put their hands into their arms. Only when she saw his face did she put her hand down.

Ding dong~

Ignoring them, he pushed open the door of Dad's antique shop and turned the wooden sign to read "Opening". Unexpectedly, there was already a customer in the antique shop.

It was a very old gentleman, wearing a black tuxedo, with his chest raised and his face slightly raised. He had a ridiculous white wig on his head, and in his hand was a slightly curved yellow paulownia cane inlaid with red gems. .

A ruby ​​ring as big as a pigeon's egg is worn on the index finger of her right hand.

Seeing Jenkins' face, he was slightly startled, but it immediately turned into a warm smile.

"Mr. Willamt, I didn't expect you to be so young. You don't look like you are 21 years old at all."

His tone was gentle, but his accent didn't sound like he was from Nolan.

"Hello, who are you?"

As he spoke, he looked at his father who was sorting out the account books at the counter. The latter shrugged, indicating that the matter had nothing to do with him.

"I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Douglas Jerrod, you can call me Mr. Jerrod. I am taking the liberty of visiting you to confer on you the title of Honorary Baronet on behalf of the Queen."

The old man neatly picked up the red tray on the counter, and Jenkins caught it. On it lay a badge, an ornate rapier and a red-covered certificate.

"Baron Williamt, I have finished my business. I will take my leave and wish you good health."

After saying that, he bowed slightly to Jenkins, and then hurried away without looking back.

"that's all?"

After waiting for the carriage outside the door to leave, Jenkins asked in surprise. He thought there would be a grand ceremony.

"What do you think will happen? He is just an honorary baron, and there is only honor."

Dad said sarcastically.

But the words changed and he pointed out: "Do you know who that was just now? I didn't expect it would be him."

"who is it?"

Jenkins asked immediately. He really didn't know. He couldn't remember the so-called "big shots" in the world when he read newspapers.

"Douglas Jerrod, the Queen's current butler, is a Duke himself. At the same time, his grandfather's cousin is the long-dead Queen Elizabeth IV. Logically speaking, a small honorary baronet does not need him to come here at all. ”

Dad explained.

"Dad, you don't need to add that adjective. I know this title is worthless."

Jenkins smiled and said that the badge in the tray was the "National Contribution Award Medal". Anyone can get it as long as they donate 10,000 pounds to the kingdom. It was awarded to Jenkins in recognition of the huge response caused by his story book.

Although the sword was unsealed, its decorative value was greater than its practical value. It was regarded as a symbol of title and status. Jenkins made some gestures with it and decided to hang it on the fireplace at home.

As for the red-covered certificate, it proves the noble status of Jenkins Redemption Williamte. He can take this book to the city hall to receive 5 pounds at the beginning of each month.

Of course, this money is to support the bankrupt nobles and maintain the basic dignity of the noble status. After all, the royal family cannot take back the title of a wealthy gentleman just because he goes bankrupt. Therefore, nobles who care about their own face and can still live on will never accept it.

PS: I repeat, the chapter number in the morning is wrong, seven chapters have been updated, so there are five chapters in the afternoon.

Chapter 137 Chapter 133 Preparation

"If you are short of money, ask me for it. Don't be embarrassed."

Dad immediately saw what Jenkins was thinking, and the latter laughed sheepishly.

"this is for you."

He tossed Jenkins a long, thin object wrapped in brown paper.

"It's from Old Jack. He said you forgot to take it."

Dad explained directly, and then Jenkins realized that this was his rapier.

Just after copying today's tadpole essay 100 times, Jenkins was kicked out by his father and asked to go to the church quickly.

Entering the church from the main entrance, Bishop Parrod and Captain Binsi rushed out from nowhere, then led him to the courtyard behind the main hall, turned left and right, and came to a large and empty hall.

Several gentlemen and ladies were already standing inside, next to a shelf covered with various dark fabrics.

"it's him!"

Captain Binsi pointed at Jenkins and said loudly: "There are still three hours. Be sure to prepare the most appropriate clothes for him to meet the distinguished guests."

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry about the materials!"

Bishop Parrod also ordered: "It must be the best. This young man will meet with the distinguished guests from the Archdiocese in the afternoon. You are all believers of the goddess and you should understand what an honor this is. At the same time, Nolan Diocese You must also show a qualified attitude and never embarrass yourself in front of distinguished guests!”

In addition to these tailors, makeup artists, and designers, nuns who live in the church all year round are also arranged to serve.

The believers in this diocese were canonized. This was an honor for the diocese and the whole church was mobilized. Most of them didn't know what was going on, but when they saw the elderly bishop taking command in person with a glowing face this time, they realized the importance of the matter.

Fortunately, this matter itself involves the gifter and cannot be announced to the public. Otherwise, believers in the entire diocese may be mobilized to decorate the church.

Captain Bincy had a happy face as he stood aside and watched Jenkins being manipulated by the ladies, measuring his height, weight, waistline, etc.

"When I get older, I can write this into my memoirs!"

He said happily to Jenkins.

"Is it really okay to say this?"

Jenkins thought to himself, opening his arms to measure his bust.

The storm of the demon incident two days ago had not completely subsided, and Captain Binsi still had things to do. He was quickly called away by Rogers Benz, who smiled politely at Jenkins. As for Mr. Schlaich, since Captain Binsey didn't mention it, he must be recuperating from his injury, so it's not a big problem.

After working back and forth for two hours, and having lunch with the old bishop who was smiling from ear to ear, Jenkins got a new set of clothes, and his face was also powdered by a young makeup artist and repaired by the way. eyebrow.

"Mr. Willamette is so young."

The makeup artist looked in the mirror and carefully outlined her eyebrows with a pencil.

Jenkins didn't dare move his face, so he didn't respond.

The location of the ceremony was decided in front of the Gate of All Things, which was secret enough and special enough. But not everyone can participate in this matter. In the end, only three secret keepers, five combat team captains including Captain Binsey, the director of the Special Items Handling Office and several other departments, and Jenkins The guide, Father Oliver.

Jenkins was originally wondering what he was going to do, but when he saw his father appearing in a black suit and gold-rimmed eyes, he realized that he was also preparing.

This time the person coming from the Holy See was Elder Wood Bloshear. Here we will explain the [Knowledge and Books] management system in the church, which is divided into three sequences. The first sequence manages ordinary believers, and the usually seen priests, nuns, bishops, etc. belong to this, which is the church structure that ordinary people understand; the second sequence is the sequence of benefactors, including combat teams, logistics personnel, and management offices. Members of this sequence; the third sequence is the secret keeper sequence, their duty is only to guard the secrets of the church, the lowest is the secret keeper, the highest is the elder, and the middle is unknown.

Things related to the secret keepers were not allowed to be inquired about at will, and Jenkins only knew that they were guarding something, and that they were more capable than combat troops.

At about 3:30 in the afternoon, an old man wearing a white robe and a beard that almost drooped to the ground walked down the steps step by step, followed by some entourage, the more familiar ones including Miss Orlando and Mr. Gilbert.

There was no grand scene as imagined. Both parties greeted each other about their health. Then the great elder chatted with Jenkins for a few words, asked about the night of sacrificing divinity, and talked a few words about his story book, and then announced to everyone that Jenkins ·Redemptor Williamte became the third living Son of the [Church of Knowledge and Books].

Everyone present kneeled down on one knee respectfully, facing the Holy Emblem to praise God and the sages. Then the neatly dressed people left, leaving only the old man and Jenkins standing there, quietly looking at the holy emblem on the bronze door.

The light from the candlestick illuminated the hall, and the sage's holy symbol seemed to shine in the light.

"how do you feel?"

the old man asked.

"Well, it's a little... simpler than I thought."

Jenkins expressed his thoughts tactfully.

"Haha, the important thing is the result, not the process. Almost a thousand years ago, the canonization of the Holy Son had to be carried out under the holy emblem of the [Temple Library], and important figures in the church had to appear. But later we found that doing so was nothing but a waste There is no effect outside of time. The ritual was simplified again and again, and finally it became like this.”

Elder Wood slowly explained. Jenkins rubbed his head and felt that it made sense, but the simplification was too serious.

As if he saw what Jenkins was thinking, the old man laughed: "What matters is the result, not the process. The result has not yet begun. You should be familiar with the ritual of praying for the sage to watch. Now, facing the sage, Hui does it again.”

He said softly and handed Jenkins a piece of blue chalk.

Jenkins took it with a smile, squatted down and drew the Holy Emblem, but he was beating a drum in his heart: The last time he held this ceremony, he had not tried to become a god. If he uses it now, his original form will not be discovered, and then an angry sage will be discovered. Will he be killed?

He nervously and cautiously repeated the process of the prayer ceremony. In order to show respect, he deliberately made his movements slow, but there were only those steps, and he would always reach the last step.

"What sacrifice do I need to use?"

he asked quietly.

The old man took out a beautiful small box from his pocket and opened it carefully. There was a metal holy symbol in the middle.

Chapter 138 Chapter 134 Book of Memories

In the Eye of Truth, the Holy Emblem radiates bright golden brilliance. This is undoubtedly a special item. But the problem is that the three types of items [Tricks], [Supernatural] and [Gifts] cannot be offered as sacrifices to God. This is common sense.

Carefully placing the Holy Emblem in a suitable position on the ground, looking at the Holy Emblem on the bronze door in front of him, Jenkins knelt on one knee and prayed softly:

"I pray for your gaze and praise the sages. Your light illuminates people's way forward."

Naturally, he couldn't see it with his eyes closed. During the ceremony, the holy symbol was glowing faintly.

He couldn't open his eyes anymore, his body seemed to fall into the clouds, and majestic sounds came from all directions. A figure came from a distance, and soft hymns sounded, very similar to Sunday hymns.

I couldn't see the specific image, and I didn't dare to look at the shadow. Jenkins lowered his head and felt, as before, a gentle gaze looking at him as if it were real.

A few seconds later, there was a cold and soft feeling on his forehead, and then, as if he was hit on the head with a sledgehammer, he fell again.

When he opened his eyes, the holy symbol in front of him had disappeared. He subconsciously touched his forehead.

"Mr. Williamt, it seems that your devotion to the sage is truly unparalleled."

The old man on the side watched Jenkins stand up in a daze, and then explained: "In the past, the gentlemen and ladies who were granted the status of holy sons by sages would be weak for a few days after the ceremony because of the encounter with the great being. I didn't expect you. Reply so quickly!”

Jenkins naturally knew that this was because he had seen too many such scenes.

But the problem is that gods do not have specific images. Their existence forms are higher than mortals and do not have shapes that humans can perceive. But why did the gods he saw three times meet his expectations?

The old man handed over a handkerchief, and Jenkins wiped it on his face casually, and found that he was bleeding from all his orifices.

"Young man, your body is great!"

Elder Wood was still praising him.

"How do you feel now?"

"I feel a little dizzy."

"No, I'm not asking about that. What I'm saying is, have you gained any knowledge, new abilities, or insights?"

Jenkins blinked and confirmed that there were many messy things in his mind, but there were no new ones, and the light spots in front of him did not change.

Isn't it possible that the sage was angry because he had swallowed two drops of divinity?

"After you go back, you can slowly realize that when I was next to you just now, I have already felt the majestic power and endless knowledge of the sage. The sage's blessings to you are definitely greater than those of the current generation. "More...ahem, this is my personal feeling, don't tell others in the future."

"OK."

Jenkins nodded immediately.

After becoming the Holy Son, it will not have any impact on Jenkins' life, and he does not need to bear additional obligations. To put it more vulgarly, there are many benefits. In addition to being buried in the [Palace Library] after death, as my father once mentioned, any items purchased in the church will have additional priority and exemption rights. The bishops, captains, secret keepers and above members of the church's major dioceses at home and abroad will know Jenkins' soul emblem. He has the right to mobilize a team of scribes to help him as long as it does not touch the core interests of the church.

The elder said many things in scattered words, and Jenkins wrote them down one by one. Finally, the old man talked about substantial item rewards.

"Mr. Williams, as the holy son of the church, you have the right to own a [gift] treasured by the church, which is a symbol of status. I don't know if Oliver has mentioned it to you, but the [gift] will take the initiative to choose your own. Master, although anyone can use it, only the chosen master can soak it in his own spirit and exert more effects."

"He also knows Dad?"

Jenkins was shocked, but his face remained calm.

As the old man spoke, he waved his robe, and blue phantoms appeared in the air. They were a palm-sized book that looked burnt; a strangely shaped slightly curved dagger that looked more like a scimitar; and an... eyeball?

"According to previous regulations, we can first choose from the local collection of gifts. If there is no match, then Mr. William, you need to go to the capital with me. This is the breath of the gift intercepted by the keeper of this parish. I used some means to project it. Release your spirit and experience it. Do you have any special feelings?"