Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1092

The oppressive gloom of the plague that had hung over the city for the past two months was finally shattered by the news of a cure.

Jenkins might not have paid it much mind, but for the ordinary people living in the city, a plague with an extremely high mortality rate and horrifying symptoms was a suffocating disaster.

Even as the era progressed and the steam industry developed, the fear of pestilence, a terror passed down from ancient times, was still more than mortals could bear.

A scene of almost carnival-like revelry unfolded on the streets in the morning after the rain. People spontaneously poured out to celebrate surviving another catastrophe. Even those still asleep or who hadn't received the good news right away were roused by the rising cheers, quickly learning what had happened and joining the ever-growing throngs of celebration.

The streets were so crowded that Jenkins had no choice but to step aside, taking refuge at a street corner. A faint smile touched his lips. Though he couldn't change the era, he had, in the end, been able to make some small contribution with his own strength.

He hadn't originally belonged here, but through the course of his life, his continued existence, Jenkins as an individual had become imbued with the city's very essence.

Gazing at the city celebrating under the morning sun, Jenkins felt an immense sense of satisfaction.

"I'm not one for material pleasures; I place more importance on spiritual fulfillment... I truly am a noble person."

He praised himself internally while also reminding himself not to grow too arrogant. With that, he stepped back onto the sun-drenched street, alive with cheers and joy.

Around nine o'clock, as he was casually discussing with Papa Oliver the Church's search for the tattooed individuals based on the mysterious man's tip, Sally from the shop next door suddenly pushed the door open. Her face beaming, she walked in and presented the antique shop with a string of decorative streamers.

"Get these decorations up! There's a celebratory parade passing through St. George Street at noon."

The pleasantly plump Sally squinted as she smiled, handing the streamers to Jenkins.

"I say, Oliver, on a day so worthy of celebration, why do you still have young Jenkins studying so hard? He needs to relax once in a while. Today is a truly special day, after all."

She left in high spirits, leaving Jenkins looking at the decorations in his hands with some confusion.

"Isn't this a bit much? A celebratory parade? Is that really necessary?"

"Of course it is. Anyone who remembers the Great Plague from thirty years ago knows the terror of that kind of disease. Now that the Church has officially announced an effective cure, it means the disaster that swept across half the continent thirty years ago will absolutely not happen again. To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if someone declared today a holiday... well, that's unlikely. A statutory holiday would mean a lot of trouble... Jenkins, what are you standing there for? Go hang up the decorations. We can't be the only shop without any decorations when the parade comes by. I don't want to be embarrassed in front of the neighbors."

With that, Papa Oliver told Jenkins to put down his book and decorate the shop. Although Jenkins was still puzzled by such an extravagant celebration, he did as he was told. Of course, he soon understood the impact a plague with such a high mortality rate would have on the common people of this era, and the sense of solitude in his heart grew stronger.

As he gradually elevated himself, his perspective on matters had begun to diverge slightly from that of mortals. At least in this instance, Jenkins had never considered the plague a true disaster. Compared to it, the unknown whereabouts of the two remaining pieces of the God's Child Umbilical Cord and the possibility of an angel-summoning ritual were the real catastrophes.

Nolan was incredibly lively today. The celebrations began in the morning and showed no signs of stopping in the afternoon. It seemed as if the entire city had poured onto the streets, every face beaming with a smile. Jenkins had never seen so many people out on a weekday.

Even the antique shop's business was buoyed by the festive atmosphere. Between ten in the morning and lunchtime alone, they had closed two major deals. This put Papa Oliver in an even better mood; he even broke with tradition and didn't ask Jenkins about his affairs with young ladies during lunch.

The fine weather and bustling celebrations lifted Jenkins's spirits as well. When the parade passed by at noon, he even took his cat up to the roof to watch.

Though there hadn't been much time to prepare elaborate props, the parade's cobbled-together outfits were still impressive enough. The procession was set to travel from the docks, through the city, all the way to the mining district, which had been hit hard by the plague.

"Do you want to follow the parade with Chocolate and join the fun?"

Papa Oliver asked after Jenkins had climbed down from the roof.

Jenkins picked a small piece of colored paper off his clothes—it had landed on him when the confetti was thrown—and though he was happy, he shook his head.

"I've already seen the parade. No need to join that crowd again." The source of thɪs content is NovelHub(.)net

"Since you're not planning to go out this afternoon, how about you deliver a letter for me?"

Papa Oliver said, pulling out a sealed envelope and handing it to Jenkins. He added:

"The address is Roussillon Street in the rural town of York. To deliver the letter, pick up the item, and get back to the city before dinner, you'd best take a carriage."

"I think I'd like to see the para—"

"You already said you didn't want to go. A young man should be decisive, not wishy-washy."

Papa Oliver said with a smile, placing the carriage fare on top of the envelope.

"You'll probably be back around seven in the evening after delivering the letter. Just head straight home. Be safe on the road."

Without taking no for an answer, he handed Jenkins his coat and hat, then retrieved the walking stick leaning against the wall.

"Do I really have to go?"

Jenkins never minded hard work, but running an errand to a small town in the countryside seemed awfully far for a single letter.

"It's a very important letter. You must deliver it personally to the address I gave you, then bring back the box the recipient gives you. Jenkins, you're the only one I can trust with this."

He clapped Jenkins on the shoulder, then turned to grab a brand-new umbrella for him.

"Looks like it might rain again this evening. As a reward for your trouble, you can have this new umbrella."

And so, on a sunny, city-wide day of celebration, Jenkins had no choice but to leave the antique shop.