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

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

After walking for a distance, a clear shout was heard on the street ahead.

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

Looking in the direction where the sound came from, Eros saw a petite girl running towards 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.

"Heidaram may be a bit chaotic recently, with many outsiders coming here. Try not to go out alone during this period. It's very dangerous."

Who knows if those desperate homeless people will have any bad intentions. A child is still worth a lot of money.

Hearing Mr. Doyle's slightly serious words, Jessica was stunned for a moment, then she said "oh" with some grievance.

"Okay, I get it now."

She actually knew that many outsiders had come to Youghal Street recently, but she thought that today seemed to be the day when Mr. Doyle was on duty during the day.

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

Looking down at Jessica, whose face looked a little aggrieved, Eros' expression couldn't help but soften a little.

He reached out and rubbed Jessica's hair, which was becoming more and more shiny due to the improvement in her diet, and said in a gentle voice:

"The heavy rain a while ago didn't affect your family, did it?"

When Jessica heard Eros mention this, a look of gratitude immediately welled up on her face:

"It's all thanks to Mr. Doyle's help. If my mom and I didn't work at the church, we would have to stand in the rain and queue up for food at the church shelter like the uncles in the neighborhood."

"It will be even worse." Of course, Jessica didn't say this out loud, she just repeated it silently in her heart.

During this period of time, she witnessed many tragedies, all of which happened to families whose conditions were similar to hers.

Because the factory stopped working and they lost their source of income, their wives were forced to sell their bodies and dignity in order to get 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, my mother might have taken a similar path.

Eros smiled slightly and said in a gentle tone:

"This is your own credit. If you weren't diligent and serious enough, how could the church hire you?"

Jessica ignored Eros's modesty and smiled sweetly at him with her face up:

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

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

"It just stopped raining, right? There must be a lot of things that need to be cleaned up in the church? Why are you running out now?"

Speaking of this, Jessica said with some pride:

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

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

I started cleaning at 10 last night, but I didn't finish until 5 this morning, and now it's 8 am.

Does that mean this little girl hasn't had a rest yet?

Thinking of this, Eros said in a somewhat reproachful tone:

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

Jessica lowered her head and said in a stammering voice:

"I came out today to tell Mr. Doyle that I was selected to sing in the choir."

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

“Father Smith Marseille said that I performed very well in the night school and was able to recite the Sacred Scriptures fluently and knew 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."

Having said that, Jessica mustered up the courage to say to Eros:

"Mr. Doyle, may I invite you to the mass at 8 a.m. this Sunday?"

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

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

"I'll be there on time."

"Really?" Jessica's face showed surprise.

Eros smiled and nodded in confirmation, then his face turned serious:

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

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

Hearing that Eros accepted her invitation, Jessica's face was full of joy, and she agreed to Eros' request without thinking.

He skipped and hopped along the way, leading the way with brisk steps and joy.

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 touch of life suddenly appeared in the dead world.

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

People really prefer to be with people who always make them feel happy.

After sending Jessica home and declining Jessica's parents' attempt to keep him entertained, Eros returned to Youghal Street.

When he arrived at the square in front of the Jordon Cathedral, Eros 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 feel a little helpless.

The reason turned out to be that the price of meat in Haidaram had skyrocketed recently, so many residents had set their sights 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. However, when the priest who was taking care of the pigeons went to check at night, he found that the number of pigeons returning at night was one-fifth less than before.

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

However, they did not pursue those ordinary people who caught their own pigeons. They just arranged for a few ordinary priests to watch outside and try to stop those ordinary people's behavior.

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