Chapter 522

Jenkins regretted it as soon as the words came out of his mouth. This was obviously something that could not be said casually.

But Miss Stillwell hesitated and actually told him the answer. The woman definitely didn't know Jenkins' identity as the Holy Son. She could only do this because they were both father's apprentices - and Jenkins didn't seem like a talkative person.

"You must swear in the name of a sage not to tell anyone what you heard!"

The woman said seriously.

Jenkins immediately raised his hand to draw the holy symbol on his chest, and then swore as she said. The woman was then satisfied and said in a very weak voice:

"I'm working undercover."

Jenkins suddenly realized that indeed, such a task most required cutting off all ties with the past, which made sense.

"I worked undercover in the church of the God of Music, and now I have reached the status of high priest."

The woman added in a low voice, then lowered her head and prayed for the sage's forgiveness. She had just taken the initiative to reveal the secret of the church.

Jenkins nodded subconsciously again, not thinking about what he heard, but simply writing it down. Because he was looking down at the contact information Miss Stillwell gave him in Turin. The two of them could use this address to communicate in the future.

After reading it, I realized what she just said, and then remembered the conclusion I had obtained from divine knowledge, and instinctively asked:

"Um?"

He himself was confused.

The scene of "god incarnating as god" seen from the divinity was definitely unmistakable, but he was not sure if anyone within the Sage Church knew about the complicated relationship between the two gods.

Although the Church of the Sage is particularly friendly to the believers of the God of Music (Chapter 808), there is absolutely no open communication between the two, and because of their different beliefs, they cannot develop a relationship other than friendship. So Jenkins didn't know whether the church sent Miss Stillwell to go undercover in the False God's Sect, and she happened to be an undercover believer in the "God of Music". Whether it was a coincidence or there was some deeper meaning that he didn't know.

He only knew that this thing sounded too funny, even more funny than him placing his followers in the Church of the Sages.

It is very sad to know such an interesting thing but not be able to share it with others. That was Miss Stillwell's secret mission, and it would be inappropriate to share it with anyone.

So after returning to Runen's manor, Jenkins only told Chocolate what happened. Chocolate was very uncooperative at first and was still angry about taking a bath yesterday. It wasn't until Jenkins got some late-night snacks from the kitchen that he would lie down on the table obediently, accepting feeding while listening to Jenkins' incoherent words.

It was late at night, but the owners of the manor had not rested yet. Alexia was reading in the study, and Dolores seemed to be taking a shower, so Jenkins didn't dare to inquire carefully.

After looking at the time, I planned to take a rest now. I would go back to Nolan tomorrow morning to deal with the invitation I agreed to at Mr. Hood's party. In the afternoon, I would go back to Loen and Alexia to look for the location provided by the goblin in the book, and then participate in the evening. Mr. Hood's party.

It looks like tomorrow will be very busy.

But as soon as he entered the bedroom, he saw the cat running over in advance, lying in front of the model-like ice and snow palace, his eyes wide open and he didn't know what he was doing.

"I'm warning you, this is not for you to eat, and eating ice will ruin your stomach."

He said this to his cat, intending to find time to find a suitable location near Runen to restore the Ice and Snow Palace to its original size.

Anyway, this thing can't be used outside the North Country. It's better to let it settle down nearby. This will be good for the future, and chocolate doesn't have to pay attention to it.

"It's best to find a piece of land where the church can't be found, is close to the city, and is large enough... Of course, it's best to be free. Is there such a place?"

Of course there was, because he found it the next day.

Chapter 1269 Chapter 1248 Ambush in Underground Pipelines (5/10)

When Jenkins showed up at the table the next morning, the girls had all been up earlier than him.

Seeing him holding a stack of paper in his left hand when he came down from upstairs, Alexia asked what it was.

"The letter I took out from my mailbox seems to be that Mr. Nellie from the Silver Jasmine Opera Company wants to discuss the company's dividends with me. If he hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten that he originally agreed to help create the opera to save the theater company that was on the verge of bankruptcy. The compensation is in shares of the theater company.”

He explained before placing the cat and the letter on the dining table.

She didn't worry that her father would find out when she took the letter from the mailbox. Yesterday, he had asked Hathaway to help her cover up some possible loopholes.

"Oh, by the way, Dolores, this is yours, I forgot to give it back to you."

He patted his forehead, then took out the Ice Archer chess piece from his pocket and gave it back to Dolores. The latter nodded and accepted it. She got up very early, so she looked very sleepy now, as if she hadn't woken up.

"Jenkins, are you free on the weekend?"

Alexia asked from the side.

Jenkins then thought for a moment, "It's okay," he replied, thinking Alexia wanted to ask him out on a date.

"Do you mind giving a speech? It doesn't matter what you say, the main thing is that you have to appear in front of the public."

"Um?"

He looked at the short lady in confusion.

"You finally came to Loen, and the church has agreed to let you appear in public. I think it would be a pity to do nothing?"

Alexia probably has her own plan. Jenkins heard that she could talk about anything, so he naturally agreed without any pressure.

After breakfast, Dolores had to take a class with her literature teacher, Mrs. Saliss, in the study. Alexia went to the city to buy some things at the black market, and Jenkins returned to Nolan again.

Of course, the cat followed him this time, projected by the spiritual magnet.

When Mr. Hood got together last week, everyone proposed to gather people to do something. Although Jenkins felt that this was a bit coincidental, he was willing to join in.

Among them, Mr. Hood's raid on the strange tobacco factory was too reckless and was not considered; Miss Magic's attack on the Pirate King had to wait for a special issue of the sweater magazine to appear; Mr. White Cat's alien attack plan was determined by the "Looking for Cousin Notice" next Monday; Miss Silver Flute's strange adventure, Jenkins has advised her to sell the information about the strange world to the church.

So now he, Mr. Candle, wants to tell Hathaway that he can participate in the [Story in the Story], and he is not telling her as Jenkins.

"Maybe I should find a chance to tell her that I am Mr. Candle."

While walking on the street, I was still thinking about this. As a result, when I turned the corner, I bumped into a skinny man, who apologized in a low voice and walked away quickly. Jenkins frowned and touched his wallet. After confirming that it was still there, he turned around and looked at the man's back in confusion, and then didn't care about it.

"Meow~"

The cat on his shoulder sniffed and scratched Jenkins' face with his claws, but Jenkins didn't understand the hint.

All the way to the bar, and then entered the black market from the bar. But I didn't buy anything, but walked forward along the sewer until I completely left the black market area.

Nolan's underground pipelines are complicated. Because of historical problems and the connection with underground mines, even the municipal department can't find a complete underground pipeline drawing. Many homeless people or strange organizations will settle down in remote pipelines, especially in the cold winter.

Muttering something in his mouth, following Hathaway's hint at the party, he soon walked into a section of the pipeline that he had never been to. The end of this section of the pipe was blocked by a rusty wire mesh, and the blue light of the mining lamp in Jenkins' hand could not illuminate the darkness at the end.

There was a small blackboard hanging on one side of the pipe wall. When Jenkins walked over with nausea and stepped on the puddles, he saw a bird, a funny cat head and a pentagram drawn on the blackboard with chalk.

The bird represented that this blackboard was placed by Hathaway, that is, Miss Bailing, and the other two patterns represented that Mr. White Cat and Miss Magic had been here and could participate in Hathaway's actions. So Jenkins also took out the ritual chalk from his pocket and drew a candle with a few strokes.

He frowned and looked at it, feeling that his painting was much simpler than the other two, so he added a ball of pleasing fire at the position of the candle core, and drew five lines in the upper, middle and lower directions next to the flame, representing that the candle was burning and glowing.

"That's it."

He was very satisfied with his painting, and after admiring it for a while, he wanted to leave here, after all, the smell was really strong.

As soon as he turned his head, he felt something was wrong. He blinked and saw someone sticking to the side of the corner. It was a level 2 gifter. It seemed that he wanted to launch a surprise attack when Jenkins turned back.

"Why is my luck so bad?"

He took off his gloves and knocked on the sticky pipe wall while thinking. White frost immediately spread in this wet place.

He pretended not to see anything and walked back. Because he did not deliberately suppress his steps, the sound of his boots stepping on the puddles was particularly clear. With every step, a piece of white frost would appear on the soles of his feet. If the lights were on now, anyone could see that the white frost had almost covered everything behind Jenkins.

Under the effect of [Frost Condensation], the inside of the already damp underground pipe can easily cool down and freeze. His plan was to pretend to walk back, but in fact let the cold rush to the ambusher first, and freeze him directly in place when the ambusher launched the attack, which would also facilitate interrogation.

But the development of the matter was unexpected. Jenkins only walked two-thirds of the way and was still more than ten feet away from the corner when he suddenly heard a loud "Ha" from farther away in the pipe, and then a dazzling white light burst out from the corner.

He closed his eyes subconsciously and heard the sound of heavy flesh being knocked away and hitting the wall. When he opened his eyes again, the strange ambusher had fallen to the ice and was unconscious. Mr. Hood came out from the other side with a pistol.

"Oh, so he was ambushing you, Mr. Candle."

Mr. Hood looked at the cat in surprise and said, seeing Jenkins looking at his gun, he pulled the trigger again, and the dazzling white light once again filled the narrow space.

"Interesting, right? This is what I bought when I was a guest at a friend's house the night before last. It will light up when you pull the trigger. It seems to be a numbered item, but I can't find the information."

Chapter 1270 Chapter 1249 Hair Collector (6/10)

Mr. Hood came here for Hathaway's invitation, and it was just a coincidence that he met Jenkins.

While he was thinking about how to draw a hood on the blackboard, Jenkins tied up the man who ambushed him with a rope. When he dragged him to Mr. Hood, he happened to see Mr. Hood trying to draw a hooded robe with chalk.

"I'm not very good at drawing."

Mr. Hood said with a bitter face, because Jenkins had seen his face before, so he did not hide his identity now.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Hood."

After saying hello, he wanted to leave and find a quiet place to ask this ambusher who didn't know what he was going to do. But after hesitating for a while, he still asked:

"Mr. Hood, I know it's a bit inappropriate to ask this, but I still want to make sure, have you sold the information about the tobacco factory to the church?"

The middle-aged man in front of him investigated the human trafficking case alone last time, and he was almost suffocated in the coffin. Jenkins felt that he had to ask a question.

"Of course, I went to the black market to find a broker after the party that day. Oh, damn, why is there ice everywhere here? Why did Miss Bailing choose such a ghost place?"

Mr. Hood muttered and continued to complete his "masterpiece".

"It's not a lie."

Jenkins judged based on the reaction of the clergy, and then he was relieved.

He pulled his captive around in the sewer pipe and stopped after calculating the distance. The middle-aged man who was knocked unconscious by Mr. Hood had not woken up yet. He probably hit his head just now, so Jenkins had to treat him first.

The interrogation process was very simple. Jenkins just said a few harsh words, and the man told everything. He was not a member of any illegal organization, but an ordinary unregistered gifter in Nolan. He attacked Jenkins just because he received a task from the black market to take a hair from Jenkins.

"I met that mysterious man half a year ago. He often gave me tasks to take the hair of some specific people, most of whom were gifters or suspected gifters. He chose me because my ability was very suitable for this kind of task, and he gave me a high price..."

This was not an action specifically targeting Jenkins. Jenkins was just unlucky. From the man's mouth, he learned that the group used a special spice to mark the target. This spice can only be smelled after applying some special potions.

"So I was able to find here all the way and almost got lost underground."

The tied man said innocently, and Jenkins also understood that what he said was true at the moment.

"So what does the mysterious man you mentioned want so much hair for?"

Jenkins asked again.

"How do I know? I'm just a paid person."

"So do you know who he is?"

"How do I know? I'm just a paid person."

"So where do you meet for the deal?"

"How do I know? I'm just a paid person..."

"Hmm?"

Hearing Jenkins' threatening tone, the man realized what he had said, so he hurriedly changed his words:

"We hand over once a week. Every Tuesday at 11 a.m., I will take the hair collected in a week to an alley in the east of the city and throw the bag into the trash can in the alley. I will go there again at midnight that day and find my reward. I actually rarely see that man. He only appears once every few months to tell me if there are any new needs...but at least he pays very quickly."

These are all true, which means that the people involved in this matter, in addition to the man in front of him who took action, at least there is the person who applied the perfume everywhere and came forward to pay.

Of course, there is also the possibility that these two people are the same person, but it doesn't matter.

The important thing is that hair is an excellent material for casting curses, whether for ordinary people or for the gifted. For example, Jenkins's [Disease Curse] requires name, appearance and hair as the materials for casting the curse.

"Tuesday morning at eleven o'clock... Isn't that half an hour later?"

Jenkins looked at his pocket watch and thought, then looked at the man he tied up, and made a decision in his heart.

"The last question, have you killed innocent people? Or, have you killed innocent people because of your own desires?"

"No, absolutely not."

The man shook his head hurriedly. Because the movement of shaking his head was too big, the bump on his head when he hit the pipe when he was knocked away just now was aching, and he took a breath of cold air.

"My ability can get the target's hair in a very concealed situation, but it requires direct vision and close distance. I don't need to kill for hair."

"That's good, I'll let you go this time."

Jenkins nodded and glanced at the rope on his body:

"I won't untie the rope for you, I know you have a way. Don't do this kind of thing again in the future, otherwise I will definitely kill you next time I meet you."

He turned around while threatening, then put his hands in his pockets and turned his back to the man behind him.

"This kind of thing is obviously not a social investigation at first glance, it is definitely an unspeakable conspiracy. Working for such a person..."

Jenkins continued to speak, and suddenly heard the sound of wind in his ears, and then dodged to the side without turning his head, and the blue wind blade flew to the deeper part of the passage close to his face.

The wind behind him was even more violent, and Jenkins turned around and saw dense blue compressed air coming towards him. He spun his right hand in the air to condense water into ice, and then held this thick piece of ice, jumped forward against the violent wind, and his hand was directly on the forehead of the man who had just broken free from the rope.

"Profane production!"