The Master of the Strange Realm

"... Forget it, this might be another trap, and time is running out. Our mission is to get to the church on time, so let's continue."

"Okay, Dad."

He didn't look at the cultists who had escaped, but squatted down to check the physical condition of the man possessed by the strange creature. The other party was no longer breathing, which was what Dad and Jenkins had expected.

So together with Dad, he dragged the body to a store on the street. In the store owner's horrified eyes, he left some money for him to take care of the body temporarily:

"In about an hour or two, someone from the Sage Church will come to pick it up. Don't worry, we are not bad people."

This sentence was not very convincing in this situation.

The distance to the church was closer. If they continued at the current speed, the two of them would reach the gate of the Sage Church in less than 20 minutes.

Seeing that Daddy really didn't want to ask about the principle of dispersing the postman, Jenkins walked side by side with Daddy and whispered:

"Even the ghosts appeared. We can't encounter a worse situation, right? For example, two ghosts..."

"No need to say. Although I'm not a superstitious person, in this case, it's better for you to keep your mouth shut."

Dad warned, slowing down and looking around:

"Since you can now know the number and level of cultists even across a street and a house, then be more vigilant and keep an eye on the surroundings. Don't let the danger approach us before we react."

Jenkins immediately nodded and looked around:

"There's no problem now, at least this street is fine."

"Is there any problem with the sneaky man over there?"

Jenkins looked in the direction that Daddy quietly pointed out and raised his eyebrows:

"...No problem."

At the intersection ahead, the man who was leaning against the wall with his head down, holding his hat and holding an umbrella, although he was an unregistered gifter, was Mr. Hood, so of course there was no problem.

Mr. Hood was walking in the opposite direction of his father and Jenkins, so he definitely didn't want to go to the church to participate in the negotiations. This gentleman said a week ago that he wanted to repay Jenkins for saving his life. I don't know what he has been doing recently. Jenkins just hopes that he won't make trouble.

Probably the cultists who arranged to block Jenkins, but they didn't expect Jenkins to be able to solve the blockage of the weird creature so quickly that he didn't encounter any trouble in the following journey.

When he saw the steps in front of the church from a distance, Jenkins was still worried that a few terrible killers would drill out from under the road under his feet. But until they walked into the church and really held hot tea, sat on the sofa by the window and listened to the rain, no one blocked the road.

They were quite fast. It was just past nine o'clock now, and there was still an hour before the negotiations officially started. The people in the church were completely busy, and Miss Bevanna had already picked up Britney and Julia.

However, although Jenkins, an important participant, was present, none of the believers of lies had come yet. The church thought that this group of people were not unpunctual, but might have encountered trouble on the way like Jenkins and Dad.

But no one knew who they were, and now the city was in chaos, and there was no way to tell where the believers of lies were in trouble.

Almost 60% of the forces in the Evergreen Forest were mobilized to the city in the early morning. The situation outside was worse than what Jenkins and Dad saw on the road. If it weren't for the gray fog and rain clouds blocking the view, the sky outside would probably be as lively as fireworks.

None of the false god cults that should appear here showed up, but fortunately the church knew their approximate location and had set out to greet them. Jenkins originally wanted to go out to help, so it would be convenient to find a reason to use the identity of a believer of lies to notify that he might be late.

But the church thought that he and Dad had finally broken through many obstacles to reach their destination, so they should not take risks again, so they asked Dad to watch him and not let Jenkins run around. Jenkins could only sit with his cat and watch the rain outside the window.

Maybe it was Miss Stiver who played a role. The music group was the first to arrive. Jenkins looked out the window. He didn't see them, but he heard the melodious sound of the organ in the rain. It was a solo of the organ. It sounded really beautiful with the sound of raindrops on a rainy day.

The sound came from about a street away, but it was unusually clear and moving, and even had a sad rhythm in the rain.

"It's raining outside, but they are still playing! And aren't they afraid of being heard by the residents nearby?"

Jenkins rubbed his ears and said incredulously.

"It should be played deliberately for the church. Moreover, it is normal for people to show off themselves at such a large gathering that only happens once every few hundred or thousand years. If they just came by carriage, I would doubt the true identity of this group of people."

Dad waved his hand as if he was used to it, and got up with Jenkins to greet them.

When the music sounded, the musicians were still a street away, which also made it convenient for the church to arrange a welcoming team. After the representatives of the twelve churches had stood in front of the church, the musicians in formal dresses appeared from the street corner.

Not only the accordion, but other people in the team also had instruments to harmonize. As they kept getting closer, the music of other parts gradually became louder, blending in an unusually harmonious way with the melody of the accordion. It was a tune that Jenkins had never heard before, sad, but very appropriate for this kind of weather.

It was not as sad as a funeral march, but solemn and dignified.

The group wore uniform women's long skirts and high heels, and everyone dressed up carefully, as if they were shining in the rain. Because they were playing music, no one held an umbrella, but the rain did not fall on them. Instead, it seemed to deliberately avoid these performers, and even their high heels could not be wet.

"It's really amazing~"

Jenkins in the crowd exclaimed quietly, and his father said beside him:

"This is really good. These women must have spent a lot of money."

"You mean the clothes?"

"I mean the ceremony. Pay attention to the music they play. It is obviously some kind of ceremony to keep the rain away from everyone. I don't know what the specific ceremony is, but judging from the form of expression, this is definitely not something that can be used with just some silver, gold and gems. These women are really rich."

The musicians stopped playing when they approached the steps of the church. Everyone else stood still, and Miss Lydia Bernreit took the gift-accordion back into her spirit, and then took the lead to walk up the steps. Because it was raining, there was no red carpet on the steps, but because there was a platform supported by columns above to shelter from the rain, the welcoming team stood on the large platform at the door.

Pope Pontef IV certainly would not come to greet them. The old man was still resting, so Bishop Palod, as the actual person in charge of the church, went to greet them first. After shaking hands with Miss Burnett and exchanging friendly words, he introduced the Son of God Jenkins to shake hands, and then the other performers followed and walked up the steps.

Led by Bishop Palod and several priests around him, the group entered the church. Miss Bevana and representatives of the other eleven churches also came forward to greet them, and then led them to the large lounge that had been prepared.

In general, this process has nothing to do with Jenkins. Whether the Son of God attends or not is just a matter of etiquette and is not very important. This kind of greeting is actually more formalistic than effective, but it is an activity that must be carried out.

More and more religious groups came to the church. Just as Dad said, everyone wanted to appear in a unique way. This can be regarded as showing off, or it can be regarded as wanting to leave a deep impression on people.

In just 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 cult appeared was relatively low-key.

Section 2032 Chapter 2002 Busy morning

Although Jenkins knew the names of most false gods, he did not know the names of all false god cults, let alone who would appear today.

Although everyone's appearance was strange, they were all very restrained, so as not to let nearby residents find out the abnormality. This perfect rain helped to cover up most of the sound and light effects, otherwise tomorrow's newspapers would have to spend a lot of effort to explain the abnormality in the city center.

What impressed Jenkins the most was the followers of the false god [Silk Thread Manipulator], or the false god [Mother Spider]. Although "spider" represents a bad image in most cultures, the followers of this false god are absolutely kind.

The name of their cult is "Eastern Textile Industrialists Guild", which is mainly active in the eastern part of the continent. Its members are composed of female workers in the textile industry and some artists.

They did not appear on a big spider ingeniously, but suddenly fell from the sky. Jenkins could see the extremely thin spiritual silk thread falling from the sky, so he knew that these people must have sent the silk thread to the sky long in advance and practiced for a long time elsewhere before they dared to do such a dangerous action.

This appearance was not gorgeous, but because Jenkins knew the efforts behind it, it left a deep impression on him.

For example, the Music Cult and the "Eastern Textile Industry Guild" were either rich or powerful, so they didn't care about the cost of the appearance ceremony. And those who only represented the cult in their personal names, that is, the small-scale groups, also tried not to make themselves look shabby.

Everyone seemed to have guessed in advance that no one would appear in the normal way, so there was a mentality of comparison between each other.

For example, the believers of the false god-[Cloud Sky Giant Whale], although this god sounds like a whale, is actually the god of "clouds" and "rain". Because of various reasons, that is, the overlap of the priesthood with some of the true gods, the development of the cult was not smooth. Only three people came as representatives this time. When they appeared, raindrops fell and gathered together, flowing in the air like a stream toward the church door, and then three people appeared at the church door.

This is the ability to transform from elemental form to physical form, which is quite extraordinary. The three people looked like Cheslan's gifters, and they were all level 7 gifters, which was even more extraordinary.

"What will they do if it doesn't rain?"

While the three people were chatting with the bishop, Jenkins quietly asked his father.

"See the rusty water pipe over there? I bet they will start from there."

After hearing his father's answer, Jenkins imagined the scene where the water pipe suddenly burst and the water splashed outward, so he was glad that the rain saved the innocent water pipe.

Although he wanted to see if the girl with the fish-shaped hairpin would show up, Jenkins didn't want to stand at the door as part of the greeting line. It would be too boring. Therefore, the church arranged for him to meet with representatives of various religious groups who had come to the church.

This is a more boring job, but it is still interesting when meeting with the music church. Hathaway deliberately chose a disguise in order not to reveal her identity, but she was still recognized by Jenkins at a glance.

She avoids Jenkins, does not talk to him, and leaves the work to Miss Bernreit and Miss Stillwell. Jenkins winked at her between words, and the latter turned her head away with a blush, which was really rare.

Negotiations were originally scheduled to start at ten o'clock, but at ten o'clock exactly, less than 60% of the people expected to attend the meeting had arrived who had sent information in advance, and not even all representatives of the Zhengshen Church itself had arrived. So the negotiations are temporarily postponed until the afternoon, and lunch will be provided by the church at noon.

Because most people have considered such a situation, no one raised any objections

The kings and representatives of the three kingdoms did not arrive at the church, but were waiting at the city hall not far away. On the contrary, the civil servants came very early to prepare the layout of the venue, the placement of documents, the preparation of stationery and other trivial matters with the priests in charge of secretaries of each church.

There is no time limit for this negotiation, and there will only be one. If you don't get the final result, you will have to continue driving even for three days in a row, so you must be fully prepared.

When lunch was being prepared around eleven o'clock in the morning, the believers of lies still didn't show up. The church is already a little worried, because during the investigation within the city limits, no gifted person with the "characteristics of a lying believer" was found to be in trouble.

The church was worried that those liars were really deceiving people, so in order to dispel the church's doubts, Jenkins took the opportunity to climb over the wall and leave the church on the pretext of talking to Feeney. Then he took the white cat and put on a black robe, and hurriedly walked along with an umbrella. Walking through the sewage on the street.

Compared with the meticulous preparations made by other false believers when they arrived, this appearance was really far behind.

"it's me."

Seeing the chaos at the church entrance from a distance due to his unexpected arrival, Jenkins waved and said:

"No need to greet you. I'm not officially here now. I'm just here to inform you."

"Mr. Candle, where are your people? It's already three o'clock from eleven o'clock now. We agreed to start at ten o'clock."

He said it was like leading Mr. Candle in, but Jenkins refused:

"But doesn't it start at ten o'clock?"

He pointed in a direction behind him:

"We came very early and sat and chatted in the tavern over there. We planned to wait until everyone had arrived before showing up. In this negotiation, our group of people can be considered one of the protagonists, right? The last one to show up is also in line. Common sense.”

"Where are the others, Miss Fabry? Why are you the only one here?"

I heard that the followers of lies appeared, and Miss Bevanna, who came in a hurry, was already a little emotionally unstable because of her hard work this morning. Especially when Mr. Candle spoke, he looked indifferent. Thinking about how busy the church was today, she almost wanted to recruit these idle people who were spending their boring world in the tavern to help decorate the venue.

"Oh, Fabry and the others said that the food in the Church of the Sage is not to their taste, so they plan to take advantage of this gathering of lie believers to find a restaurant for dinner together. I know you will be anxious, so I came to inform you."

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

Miss Bevanna, who was nearby, could see clearly that the man in front of her was not wearing a watch at all, but she still nodded as if to confirm the current time, and rolled back her sleeves:

"Oh, it's already this time. Okay, let's come back at two o'clock in the afternoon, and hope to start directly 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 came this time? We had to expand the conference hall behind the Gate of All Things."

Miss Bevanna refused this request, secretly wondering whether Miss Fabry was interested in Jenkins.

"Okay, okay, don't worry, madam, you are not pretty when you are angry. Then we agreed to meet at two o'clock in the afternoon."

"Starting at two o'clock in the afternoon, no matter how late you are, you will still be here at one-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 ask Miss Bai Ling from the music church to find me. She will definitely be able to find me."

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

"It's not peaceful in the city today. Do you need help?"

"The church can handle it. Just don't get drunk in the restaurant at noon."

Of course, Jenkins would not die drunk in the restaurant, because he would not go to restaurants, and there was no alcohol served at the lunch table, at least not at the table he was at.

There have never been so many people eating together in the Sage Church, and the church had to arrange for people to eat in batches. Most of the cults, like the Music Church, arranged a delegation of less than 20 people to participate, but even so, it was already overcrowded.

And there were more false god cults with loose organizational structures, so only one or two people came to the church to participate in the negotiations. Including the God of Lies, there are 366 false gods in total. Excluding the cultists who are unlikely to show up and the cults that will not show up for various reasons, the church originally expected that less than half of the more than 200 different cults should be able to show up.

Facts have proved that the church's estimate is still too conservative. At present, more than 120 cults have been confirmed and registered. The church had no idea that Nolan had gathered so many people. Even if some people only came to listen as individuals, these are indeed 120 different false god churches.

The conference room behind the Gate of All Things is large enough to accommodate these people, so there is no need to worry. And Jenkins is very curious about how many representatives of false god churches were present when the "Tower Agreement" was signed in the last century.

For this reason, he specially consulted Miss Bevanna at noon. Miss Bevanna was very angry with Mr. Candle just now. Jenkins noticed that she used too much force when she used the dinner knife to handle her food.

"Last century? The information here is not complete evidence. According to the tower, the situation in the last century was much worse than it is now. The church had no time to organize a large-scale meeting. Therefore, the participants in that important negotiation, including the twelve churches and the kings at that time, only less than one-eighth of the false god church came. It is said that the blizzard formed by the extraordinary power blocked the tower and the outside world. If we don’t reach an agreement and start cooperation as soon as possible, it will be too late."

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

"Leisurely? Well, Jenkins, you are indeed very leisurely... This is also thanks to the believers of lies and the god of lies. They have greatly suppressed our current biggest enemy, otherwise this negotiation would not be so easy."

Miss Bevanna shook her head. Although she didn’t like that group of people, she had to admit that they did a good job.

Hearing that he was praised, even Jenkins would be happy for a while. He returned to his seat with a happy mood. Little Finny was looking at the cat on the table with a sad face.

"What's wrong? Why is there such an expression?"

Jenkins asked while picking up the cutlery again.

"Nothing."

She used a fork to poke the broccoli on the plate in a bad mood.

"I guess you don't like broccoli, but you don't want to waste food, so you plan to let Chocolate eat it, but Chocolate doesn't intend to pay attention to you at all."

"You... saw it?"

The girl shrank her head and asked carefully: