Chapter 505

This is the conclusion she draws from Chris Willamt's statement about the stability of space and time.

"Are you saying that abnormal spiritual agitation will cause some natural disasters, for example - the average temperature in Loen this year will be lower than the average temperature in previous years?"

"It's not that simple."

Alexia stretched out her hands and grabbed onto the railing. She was not wearing gloves, so her skin was in direct contact with the cold metal. Jenkins hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to cover Alexia's hand, and the short lady smiled shyly.

"According to my... divination, the [Snowman Legion] in the far north is most likely to be affected. That strange creature army originally changed due to unknown reasons, and now it is affected by the power of extreme cold. It’s hard to say what the changes will be.”

Alexia's prediction was correct. When everyone was having dinner together, the servants informed Father Fernando of the Sage Church that he was outside the manor. Jenkins put down the knife and fork in his hand and hurried out. The cat reluctantly glanced at the meal on the table, then turned and followed.

Mr. Fernando came in the church's carriage. This move could easily lead people to misunderstand that the Three Princesses and the Sage Church have joined forces - and that seems to be correct.

In addition to him, there was also a young priest accompanying him in the carriage. He looked panicked. The two of them saw from a distance that Jenkins walked out of the manor gate and walked quickly along the walkway under the leadership of the servant, so they bowed together at the gate of the manor.

"No need to be so polite, what's the matter?"

Jenkins asked, looking towards the road in front of the manor. Both ends of the road extended into darkness, and it was already late at night. The church must have come to him so late because of something extremely important.

"Mr. Willamt, I have just received news that there is a serious problem in the north. We need your strength. We are sorry to disturb your vacation, but the Holy See has sent an urgent notification. This is a letter to you... ....”

Jenkins nodded, sighed and took the letter:

"I understand. We are all followers of the Sage. There is no need to be so polite. Since I am in Loen, you can regard me as a member of the Loen Diocese."

As he spoke, he took the coat from the maid standing aside, then bent down to pick up his cat, and finally turned to Dolores' old housekeeper and said:

"Please tell Miss Stuart and Miss Miller for me that I have something important and I am going to the Sage Church now. I may not be able to come back tonight, so please tell them that I am sorry for me."

"I understand, Mr. Willamette, please be careful on the road."

The old butler bent slightly and said. Jenkins nodded and prepared to get into the carriage with the priest.

But suddenly he heard someone calling him from behind, and when he turned around, he saw Dolores and Alexia walking hurriedly.

"Sorry, I have something I need to do."

He said this to the two ladies.

"Jenkins, I know, be careful on the road."

Alexia opened her arms, and Jenkins immediately bent slightly and hugged her. After letting go of Alexia, Her Royal Highness the Princess, who was wearing a white fur cloak, was eager to reach out, but in the end she failed to muster the courage.

"Have a nice trip, Mr. Willamette."

Seeing her reaching out her hand, Jenkins quickly took it and then felt the chess piece in her hand.

"No, this..."

"Teacher, stay with me. I won't be in danger. You need this more."

Dolores looked into Jenkins' eyes and said.

Jenkins wasted no more time and collected the chess pieces. He turned to leave, but stopped, turned around again and kissed the side of Alexia's face, and then kissed Dolores on her forehead.

"After taking care of things, I'll be back soon."

Dolores blushed suddenly, and even forgot about the cold for a moment. She just lowered her head and pretended to be suddenly interested in her shoes. The priest on the side turned sideways to avoid suspicion, raised his hand and scratched his face, thinking that there might be something wrong with the church's intelligence.

The intelligence did not say that the relationship between the two was like this.

PS: The intermission this time is a bit long... there are about 25 chapters left until the end. The Yeti Corps, which was foreshadowed early in the book, is finally being resolved.

Jenkins will stay in Loon for a long time, but our story will still be dominated by Nolan.

Chapter 1224 Chapter 1203 Snowman Disaster

After bidding farewell to the ladies at the gate of the manor, the carriage carried Jenkins and his party, quickly driving along the dark road toward the brightly lit city in the distance.

While reading the letter on the way, Jenkins learned from Father Fernandez what was so urgent. Just as Alexia said in the afternoon, the Yeti Legion in the far north became restless. At five o'clock this afternoon, an aurora enveloped the large ice cap in the far north. Everything there was unobservable, and people who entered the ice cap area were unable to contact the outside world.

And when the aurora suddenly disappeared an hour ago, the re-evolved Snowman Legion marched southward, destroying the aboriginal villages and tribes near the ice cap, and already crossed Eisenberg, known as the first ice city in the north of the kingdom. city, moving towards the civilized world.

"Not only has the number almost tripled, but each individual now has a good spellcasting ability. Judging from the current information, [Fear Aura] [Snowmaking Technique] [Elemental Body] is the standard of each snowman. The powerful individuals among them even have abilities such as [Sky Change - Blizzard] and [Incarnation of Immortal Snow]. Emergency evacuation has begun in the north of the kingdom, and an extraordinary item that can temporarily form a sky curtain is also on its way to the front line. Now Hampavo's army and the church have mobilized urgently and joined forces to temporarily block them to the north of New Elsewell City, but I'm afraid they won't be able to hold on for too long... Fortunately, it started last winter. , There are more than three demigods standing guard near the ice cap in the far north, otherwise we will encounter greater trouble. "

Mr. Rossier, the demigod of the Sage Church who was originally stationed in Loen Parish, had no chance to meet the Holy Son who visited Loen because it was his turn to be on duty in the far north.

"Do you need me to use the power of the Holy Son?"

Jenkins asked, and the letter in his hand came directly from Beldiran. The letter explained the crisis of the situation, and then announced that his management rights would be temporarily transferred directly from Loen to Beldiran. Now the Holy See requires Jenkins to join this battle. The first step is to follow the team to the northern front line to find out what he needs to do specifically. There are dedicated honor guards and troop commanders on the front line to contact him.

But the power of the Holy Son does not seem to have the ability to destroy an army of extraordinary creatures with one blow. After all, there are too many in number.

"The Snowman Legion's uprising has become a disaster that may endanger the entire human world. As we are talking, representatives of the Twelve Orthodox Churches and the Three Kingdoms have gathered in the tower to discuss solutions. Starting thirty minutes ago, The entire continent has been mobilized for this matter..."

The middle-aged priest kept wiping the sweat from his forehead and was trembling when he spoke:

"This matter is a continental world crisis, and we are only part of the mobilization. The Holy See hopes that you and the local demigods who can be mobilized will temporarily stop the Snowman Legion. Support is being organized around the world and heading here, but It takes time."

"I understand."

Jenkins nodded seriously and looked out the window at the scenery. He could imagine the material world that was gradually entering the dark night at this time. How many people were sending and receiving messages in the office, how many people were looking for information in the library with sweat on their faces, and how many people were riding the urgently dispatched steam train to Loen. .

"How many demigods are there in the Kingdom of Hampavo from the Twelve Orthodox Church? Do I need to join them and go to the north together, or do I go alone?"

he asked again.

"There are 23 demigods who can support this matter, and 16 from the north of Loen have already set off. Mr. Rossier from the Church of the Sage was stationed at the Great Ice Cap half a month ago. The other demigods from Loen are Let's set off directly. We have allocated a direct train to the Northern Ice City. You can go to the church to repair it and replenish the necessary materials. The train will leave at nine o'clock..."

"no problem."

Jenkins nodded heavily again, not expecting the matter to be so serious.

Of course, since he was not "carried" by a local demigod and flew directly to the north, it at least meant that things had not reached the worst point yet. But this is also quite dangerous. You must know that before this, the church has never asked Jenkins to participate in large-scale operations as the Son of God.

At the same time, thousands of miles away in the city of Nolan on the west coast of the mainland, it was an ordinary day for most people. Except for a few people who are worried and anxious about Jenkins' departure, others are still living as usual.

As night fell, the old man in the antique shop adjusted his appraisal glasses, sighed, and put down the silver spoon that was appraised as an ordinary item in his hand.

He looked at the somewhat deserted antique store, feeling quite unaccustomed to Jenkins' sudden departure. They also thought about the simultaneous visits of Hesha and Mihail in the morning. When they confirmed again that Jenkins was suddenly on a business trip, the expressions on the faces of the two girls seemed to blame him for sending Jenkins to such a far away place.

"Wonder what Jenkins is doing now."

He took off his glasses and slowly put them back into the velvet-lined box. I looked up through the window and looked towards the street, and suddenly I saw a familiar figure walking in the other direction of the street:

"Sti..."

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, put down the things in his hands and wanted to chase out, but as soon as he opened the door of the store, he was almost hit by the young man running in a hurry.

This is the scribe who joined the company the year before last. Dad forgot his name. I just remember that although he has been in the job longer than Jenkins, he is only a second-level gifter now.

"Sir, it's an emergency. Mr. Smith and Miss Bevanna ask you to go to church as soon as possible."

The young man said out of breath, opened his pocket, picked out one of the many letters inside and handed it to his father. After saying goodbye hastily, he continued to send other letters.

"What's so urgent?"

Dad muttered, and then he remembered the purpose of going out. He held the letter in his hand and looked around. At this time, the woman just now was nowhere to be seen.

Shaking his head helplessly, he unfolded the letter and walked back to the store. The pace suddenly slowed down and then stopped, and the forehead with few wrinkles appeared more dents due to tight wrinkles.

"Snowman Legion? That's not..."

He remembered the strange legend he had heard when he lived in Loen a long time ago. But then he remembered something more important:

"Wait, isn't Jenkins in Loen? Why did he run into this kind of thing again?"

For a moment, Dad didn't know whether he should be glad that Jenkins left Nolan, or should he worry about the Kingdom of Hampavo.

He took a match from the counter and lit the letter. After making sure it was completely burned, he changed into his coat and locked the door, and went to the church under the moonlight.

As he walked, he thought about Jenkins at this time. He was not worried about him, but worried that because he was involved in this matter, it would cause more serious problems than the Snowman Legion.

"How can the savior of this era be more terrible than the so-called 'center of disaster' in the literature?"

He couldn't figure this out.

Chapter 1225 Chapter 1204 Derailment

Churches all over the continent, whether they had any relationship with the North Country or not, received news from the Holy See that night, knowing that a disaster that could endanger the entire world had taken shape.

Jenkins, who set out against the direction of the Snowman Corps, had not yet covered a third of the entire journey in one night. His destination was a city further north than the hot spring town, the real Far North.

After resting at night, he boarded the train with more than 200 gifted people from eight local churches. A night of train travel gave Jenkins a headache. The noise during the train trip was not suitable for sleeping, but he had to rest well now.

Chocolate didn't seem to rest well either. When Jenkins was reading in his pajamas under the dim kerosene lamp, he meowed from time to time. After dinner, Jenkins was not completely without things to do. The church prepared a lot of information about the Snowman Corps for him. He needed to read all the information before arriving at the front line, which was very useful. At least Jenkins could know what kind of ghost he would face.

"How could it be like this? I just accidentally came to the Northland, how come I have to stop the catastrophe of human extinction?"

He thought distressedly, flipping through the documents on the desk in the swaying light, with the background sound of the train running.

It started to snow lightly in the night, and even though the train ran all night, it did not leave the snowy area. This is not a good sign. The power of the Snowman Legion has affected the celestial phenomena in the north of the continent. Perhaps they have much more power than currently expected.

The actual situation is worse than Jenkins expected. He boarded the train to the front line on Tuesday night, but the train journey ended abruptly before even completing a night.

It was before dawn on Wednesday, Jenkins was lying in bed, with the brown cover of "Ice and Snow: Ancient Elemental Mysteries" covering his face.

He was wearing pajamas and a cold-proof cloak, but because he was lying down completely, the cloak was wrinkled. He read until very late last night, and fell asleep while reading, which was rare. Dawn had not yet arrived, and the cat had not teased him, so Jenkins was still sleeping comfortably without dreams.

"Meow?"

The cat, lying next to Jenkins and almost resting its head on Jenkins' face, made a sound in its sleep. Chocolate, who was sleepy, raised his head in a daze, raised his small front paws to wipe his eyes, and then tilted his head to look at the front of the train.

"Meow~"

It called again, stretched out its paws and patted Jenkins' face. Although Jenkins was not fat, the cat was very strong, so it still pressed the skin on his cheek down a little.

"Sleep well, it's not time for breakfast yet."

Jenkins, who was not fully awake, muttered. This was just an instinctive reaction. In fact, he didn't realize what was happening at all.

He raised his hand and pawed the cat, then turned over and turned his back to it. The book on his face slipped under the bed, making a loud noise, but Jenkins knew it was not time to get up yet, so he turned his back to the cat and curled up slightly in the quilt, still in a sleeping state.

"Meow~"

The cat looked at Jenkins' back with a reproachful expression, then stood up with four legs supporting its body. It first trotted to the bedside to look at the books lying on the ground, then jumped over the towering quilt and came to Jenkins again.

"Meow~"

It made a babyish cry again, and stretched out its front paws to scratch Jenkins' nose.

"Stop it."

Jenkins pushed its paws away again, then pulled the quilt to cover half of his face.

Chocolate squatted quietly in front of Jenkins, looked at him with amber eyes for a while, and then gave up the idea of ​​waking the man up.

It squatted there and looked at Jenkins for a while, and then looked at the front of the car, occasionally raising its paws to rub its cheeks.

Clang clang clang~

The running steam train made an annoying noise, but after getting used to it, it treated it as background sound and could barely fall asleep. But this time the noise was a bit too loud, and it was completely different from the rhythm just now. Instead, it was like the front carriages had fallen off the track.

"Hmm?"

Jenkins, whose consciousness was still on the edge of lucidity, could not immediately understand whether this was a dream or reality. But the next moment, the carriage he was in began to shake violently, and then he flew up from the bed. Everything in the room, whether movable or immovable, tilted to the left at the same time.

Jenkins, who had just opened his eyes, could even see the sticky liquid flying out of the teacup and the cat flying in the air with his excellent dynamic vision.

"Oh, Chocolate!"

Jenkins subconsciously reached out and grabbed the cat and clamped it to his side.

His body rolled in the air, and gravity and potential energy made Jenkins and the carriage fall sideways and downward.

"Damn it!"

He shouted, leaving a phantom in the original place, and then activated [Cat's Grace], and jumped down very sensitively.

He kicked the carriage with his foot, turned around with the reaction force, and saw that the phantom above had disappeared, because the phantom was still in a stationary position while the carriage was still moving.

He stretched out his right hand to grab the flying pillow and stuffed the cat in, and then shouted:

"Chocolate, hold on, I'll be back soon!"

He suddenly disappeared in the falling carriage, and because of the interaction of various complex forces, the subsequent falling carriage did not fall along the trajectory of the carriage where Jenkins was, so Jenkins replaced the phantom and appeared in the air.

The cold wind made him shiver in his bare feet wearing only pajamas. What he saw before him was a train derailing on a bridge across the river. Now one-fifth of the carriages had fallen under the bridge, and the carriages behind were obviously going to have the same fate.

"I am only a Level 5 Gifter~"