What! Our family is actually the descendant of the evil god?

After leaving Mr. Vadim's house, Eros continued walking along Youle Street.

After walking for a while, a clear shout rang out on the street ahead.

"Mr. Doyle! Mr. Doyle..."

Looking in the direction of the sound, Eros saw a petite girl running toward him with a surprised expression.

Eros frowned slightly when he saw Jessica running up to him and greeting him happily with her little face raised.

"There may be some chaos in Haidaram recently, with many outsiders coming. Please try not to go out alone during this period. This is very dangerous."

Who knows if those desperate homeless people may have evil intentions, but a child is still worth a lot of money.

Hearing Mr. Doyle's slightly serious words in front of her, Jessica was stunned for a moment, and then let out a somewhat aggrieved sigh.

"Oh! I know."

She actually knew that many outsiders had come to Youle Street recently, but she thought that today seemed to be the day when Mr. Doyle switched to daytime duty.

After thinking that she hadn't seen Mr. Doyle for half a month, Jessica couldn't restrain the impulse in her heart, so she ran out.

Looking down at Jessica, who had a slightly aggrieved face in front of him, Eros' expression couldn't help but soften a little.

He reached out and rubbed Jessica's hair, which had become increasingly shiny due to her improved diet, and said in a gentle voice:

"The heavy rain not long ago had no impact on your home, right?"

Hearing Eros mention this, Jessica's face suddenly filled with gratitude:

"Thanks to Mr. Doyle's help, if my mother and I hadn't worked in the church, our family would have been like the uncles in the neighborhood, braving the rain and queuing up for food at the church relief station."

"It will even be worse." Of course, Jessica did not say this sentence out loud, she only read it silently in her heart.

During this period, she witnessed many tragedies, involving families whose family conditions were similar to hers.

After losing their source of income due to factory shutdowns, their wives had no choice but to sell their bodies and dignity in order to obtain enough food for their children.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel even more grateful to Mr. Doyle.

If it weren't for Mr. Doyle, his mother might have followed a similar path.

Eros smiled slightly and said in a gentle tone:

"This is your own merit. If you are not diligent and serious enough, how can the church hire you?"

Jessica ignored Eros' modesty, raised her face and smiled sweetly at Eros:

"Anyway, I am very grateful to Mr. Doyle!"

Eros smiled, unwilling to continue on this matter, and immediately changed the subject:

"Didn't it just stop raining? There should be many places in the church that need to be cleaned, right? Why did you run out now?"

Speaking of this matter, Jessica said with some pride:

"In order for the church to hold mass smoothly this morning, my mother and I and several other cleaning ladies started cleaning at 10 o'clock last night."

"By 5 a.m. this morning, we had successfully cleaned the church."

I cleaned it at 10 o'clock last night, and it was finished at 5 o'clock this morning, and now it is 8 o'clock in the morning.

In other words, this little girl hasn’t rested yet?

Thinking of this, Eros said in a reproachful tone:

"Then you should go and rest now instead of running out and wandering around in the street."

Jessica lowered her head and said with a bit of a whisper:

"I came out today to tell Mr. Doyle that I had been chosen for the choir."

Eros looked at Jessica who looked aggrieved in front of him with some surprise. Jessica, who lowered her head, did not notice Eros' surprised look and explained in a low voice:

"Father Smith Marseille said that when I studied in night school, I performed very well. I could recite the scripture of reincarnation proficiently and know every word in it."

"Then he asked me if I would like to join the church choir, which would increase my weekly salary to six shillings."

Speaking of this, Jessica mustered up the courage to say to Eros:

"Mr. Doyle, can I invite you to the eight o'clock mass this Sunday morning?"

"This is my first time to participate in such a grand ceremony. If Mr. Doyle is here, I think I won't be so nervous."

Eros suppressed the surprise in his eyes, his eyes were filled with tenderness, and he chuckled:

"I'll be there on time."

"Really?" Surprise appeared on Jessica's face.

Eros smiled and nodded in confirmation, then his face became solemn:

"But before that, you have to go home and rest."

"Let's go! I'll take you back."

When she heard that Eros had agreed to her invitation, Jessica's face was filled with joy, and she agreed to Eros' request without thinking.

Jumping along the way, leading the way with brisk steps.

Her appearance was completely different from the pedestrians around her who had become lifeless and numb due to the oppression of life. It was like a life suddenly appeared in a dead world.

Eros slowly followed Jessica, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised inadvertently.

As expected, people prefer to stay with people who always feel happy.

After sending Jessica home and declining Jessica's parents' intention to retain the entertainment, Eros returned to Youle Street.

When Eros came to the square in front of the Jolton Cathedral, he saw many priests standing in the square and looking around.

This made Eros a little confused, so he approached a priest and asked.

But the answer he got made Eros laugh and cry.

The reason was that the price of meat in Haidaram had soared recently, so many residents had their eyes on the white pigeons that often landed in the square.

Bird meat is also meat, isn't it?

After the sun came out yesterday, the church released all the white pigeons, but when the priest who took care of the white pigeons went to see it at night, he found that the number of pigeons returning at night was actually one-fifth less than before.

After some investigation, the church soon found out what was going on.

However, they did not pursue the ordinary people who caught their own pigeons, but only arranged a few ordinary priests to watch outside and try to stop the behavior of those ordinary people.

After understanding this, Eros smiled and returned the same way, and went straight to the Special Operations Department of the West District Police Headquarters.