It is not difficult for the superpowers of the Church of the True God to fill their bubbles, as they are supported by the Church, but as official personnel it is difficult for them to gain access to certain secret arts that are privately circulated. Although the superpowers of False God believers or those who do not wish to register are not supported by the church, they can exchange more with superpowers from other schools and regions.
Accordingly, the upper limit for superpowers at level 0 is 3. Aside from world superpowers and abilities with soul traits, there should only be one bubble left. But Jenkins has three more after removing the one obtained by drinking liquid. Three bubbles plus three abilities is six, double the normal amount.
Acquiring abilities requires appropriate rituals and a lot of practice, which requires not only knowledge of the individual steps, but also valuable materials, which also make up the bulk of the trade.
"Okay, that's it then." It was still Mr. Hood who announced the end. "Since Mr. Dagger's identity is problematic, the time and place of the next meeting will be changed for security reasons. But the question now is whether Mr. Candle wishes to attend the next meeting
"Yes."
He did not answer immediately, but hesitated for a moment. After all, I can not have people thinking I am interested in these things. Now my image should be a superpower that has come to this city from another city.
"So can we trust him?" Mr. Hood asked the other four people again.
"Yes."
"Abstain."
"Abstain."
"Yes."
"Then congratulations, Mr. Candle. Let me think about it. GOOD. Please remember that the time and place of the next party depends on the weather. When the first sunny day appears next week, you will need to find the next day's newspaper. Order them by sales, and the last digit of the date of the sunny day is the answer to which newspaper it is. If there is no sunny day in the next week, then in the next week.
You have to look out for the first newspaper..." He bent down, picked up a piece of gravel on the floor and handed it to Mr. Birch, who silently held out a finger to him. The stone touched by the finger exploded with a dull bang.
Mr. Hood bent down and counted the number of splinters he could find. Then he looked up and said:
"The eighth ad in the ad section, and then write down the numbers that appear in the text. This time the code book uses the third volume of the 'Detective Knight Biography' I remind you that I mean the sixth print edition from [Wayne Publishing House]. Please support the original version."
It sounds a bit complicated, but in reality it's very safe and fulfills the requirements for a "legal" session. Everyone took turns repeating what they had just said and then left.
To avoid being followed, only one person can leave every five minutes and the order is determined by lot. The lot also consists of six sticks of wood chosen from the pile of garbage on site. The longest goes first, and Jenkins is the penultimate.
"Legal" gatherings are very careful.
He did not know where that was, and when it was his turn, he decided to go in the opposite direction of the last person.
After a five-minute walk in the light of the double moon, it appeared to be a slum, with narrow alleyways that kept branching out, and Jenkins could only go by his intuition. He was lucky, there was less and less garbage on the ground, and in the distance there seemed to be the ringing of a passing carriage.
Jenkins used the same method as turn the candle into pattern and let air flow into the black robe. Immediately, a simple black robe pattern appeared before him.
He smiled in satisfaction, but his eyelids seemed to grow heavier. After walking for three minutes, he finally walked back to the main street, past the drunk who had puked on the wall. But Jenkins was exhausted. He had a slight tinnitus in his ears, sore muscles all over his body and dry, tired eyes.
Before he fainted, his last thought was, "By the way, when you use supernatural powers, you need spiritual support." "Unrecognizable blanket."
When he opened his eyes again, his head still hurt as if he had been lying awake all night for three days. It seems that the consumption of [Eye of Truth] is not small.
"Where is it?"
He climbed out of bed. In the tidy room, which looked a bit like a hospital ward, there were rows of single beds. On the cupboard next to the bed was a white porcelain cup of water. As the sun shone on the cup, Jenkins saw that the handle was faintly imprinted with the symbol of an open book.
A glance out the window confirmed to him that this was the Church of Knowledge and Books in the center of Nolan City. The original owner of this body had often come here with his family, and Jenkins had also gone to the back of the church to play as a child.
"You are awake."
An old man with a white beard, white robe and glasses came in and walked to Jenkins' window with a smile.
"Long time no see, Bishop Palod."
Jenkins hurriedly arranged his clothes and greeted him respectfully. This man was no stranger. As far back as Jenkins could remember, it was this Palod who greeted him when he first followed his father into the church, and he was only a simple monk then. In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, and "cheeky Jenkins" has become "wild boy Jenkins"," and Brother Palod has become Bishop Palod.
"You have not been coming to church very often lately."
Said the old man, a little annoyed, but the smile on his face did not change.
Jenkins seemed to have recovered the embarrassment in his memory as he faced his elders, and he stammered, "I was planning to come today." Then he remembered what had happened last night and reached into his pocket to find that his clothes had been changed. "Do not worry, your clothes are still there and I will give them back to you later"
"Last night..." He asked hesitantly.
The old man smiled and shook his head, "Are you in such a hurry? Well, the patrolling scribe team found you last night, and the church received the news from Mr. Barnard of [Lightless Moon] almost at the same time. Child, I did not expect you to take this path. I know you still have many questions, but I cannot answer those questions for you. Can you wait a moment?"
Out of trust in the bishop, Jenkins nodded slowly. He had attended a "legal" meeting only last night, but he had not expected his identity to be immediately known to the Church of the True God in which he believed. He warned himself in his heart that the time to test his acting skills had just begun. He was eager to gain a foothold in this strange world, so he did not want to give up the identity of Jenkins.
After the old man had left, the door opened again a short time later, and this time a middle-aged man came in. Compared to Barnard, who had lived and died with him, he had a very serious expression on his face, his clothes were neat, and there was not a single beard on his smooth chin.