In the name of the true god

"Morning? Evening?"

Apartment at 27 Hearthstone Street.

Jude placed the two cages in the living room, thoughtfully lined them with mats, and cut a ham he had bought on the way into small pieces to feed the golden retriever and the Siamese kitten.

The little golden retriever seemed shy and remained curled up, too afraid to move.

The Siamese kitten was very affectionate, rubbing against me and making soft meowing sounds.

"Good boy." Jude affectionately rubbed the Siamese cat's head, carefully observing its movements.

"Since you've taken them in, take good care of them. Even if you lose interest and don't want to keep them anymore, it's best not to just throw them away. The weather is getting colder and colder, and they'll freeze to death outside," Connor advised from the side.

"Don't worry, I'm not that irresponsible." Jude always felt that his brother Connor treated him like a child.

"I'll be going now." Connor had already spent a lot of time with Jude buying cats and dogs. "Do you need me to pick you up tomorrow?"

Jude suddenly remembered something, got up and went to the bedroom to return the seven thousand gold gram note to Connor: "Brother, I'll leave the used car matter to you. You can use the money directly."

Connor took the money and repeated the question: "Do you need me to pick you up tomorrow?"

"Come here, but... shall I drive?" Jude had learned to drive in his previous life, but he fell ill shortly afterward and never really drove properly. Besides, modern cars and cars from another world are quite different, so he'd have to learn to drive again.

"Can."

"Should I take a driving test?"

"A test?" Connor looked at Jude with a puzzled expression. "A driver's license is used to register vehicle information. You just need to apply for it with the relevant department. It should only cost two gold coins."

No exam required?

Can it be done by simply paying money?

The driver's license requirements in this other world are really lenient...

In the following days, Jude became very busy.

On my way to and from get off work, I borrowed my brother Connor's car to practice my driving skills.

During work hours, I pondered timeline issues and took the opportunity to communicate with Vincent Munro while distributing food and emptying sewage bins.

Once home, I would take meticulous care of my two pets and observe their living conditions.

Time passed unnoticed, and it arrived at Saturday, October 20th, 448th year of the Divine Calendar.

After a few days together, the golden retriever Chaochao has adapted to the new environment and is willing to interact with Jude. The Siamese cat Mumu is clumsily jumping around the house, making quite a fuss.

Jude sat on the sofa, holding a notebook, scribbling down key points.

—A puppy wags its tail when it's in a good mood.

—Puppies will sniff their owner's crotch to get information.

—When a puppy wants to play with its owner, it will stick its butt out.

The puppy is sniffing around, exploring its environment.

—When a kitten feels comfortable, it will purr and stretch.

—When a kitten is very relaxed, it will assume a frog-like posture.

—The kitten is rolling around on the ground because it wants to interact with its owner.

—The kitten's tail is held upright when it's on patrol.

……

"call……"

Jude's hand ached from writing, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief before flipping through the key points he had painstakingly jotted down recently.

To be honest, constantly observing the pet has led to significant progress.

Through these days of observation, summarization, and private imitation, his movements have become much more natural and precise. He is also more able to empathize with the characters and understands what each of his actions represents in terms of the thoughts of the cats and dogs.

"Thump—thump—thump—"

The clock struck nine o'clock in the evening.

Jude closed his notebook, went to the balcony, and slightly pulled back the curtains to look down.

There is something very important today.

Allen had the involved wizards in the Séance of the Gods formally confirm Jude's position.

Considering that he could help his fellow prisoners in the capital's heavy prison, just like Allen, and that he had close ties with Warden Connor and Deputy Warden Steel, the president of the Descent of Gods, who attached great importance to this, decided to come and meet him in person.

only……

"Hmm? Allen is always very punctual..." Jude waited for five minutes but didn't see anyone come downstairs, so he couldn't help but worry that something might have happened to the other person.

"Jude."

But just as Jude was about to change his clothes and go downstairs to wait, a voice called out from behind him, neither loud nor soft.

Who is it?!

Jude whirled around and saw Fat Allen and a thin man of average height, dressed in casual black clothes, standing in the middle of the living room, calmly staring at him from afar: "Ah, Allen? How did you get in?"

I didn't see anyone downstairs.

The door remained tightly closed.

It couldn't have just appeared out of thin air, could it?

"The president was worried that there might still be priests secretly watching your neighborhood, so he suggested going around to the back of the apartment and climbing in through your bedroom window... I'm sorry, I startled you," Allen explained with a wry smile, then introduced the person next to him, "Let me introduce you, this is Hector Frost, the president of our Divine Descent Society. President Frost, this is Jude Viera, the Resonance Sorcerer."

They climbed in through the window...

That's quite cautious...

Jude had opened the bedroom window to ventilate the room because the smell of his cats and dogs had been a bit strong lately.

What if the weather gets colder and you keep the windows closed?

How did they sneak in without anyone noticing?

Ok……

Let's not think about these things for now...

"Don't make it so scary next time." Jude put aside his distracting thoughts and took the initiative to shake hands with Hector Frost, the president of the Descent of Gods, while naturally observing the other party. "Hello, President Frost."

Hector Frost looked to be in his thirties or forties.

His face was rough and his eye sockets were sunken, as if he had been living in a harsh environment for a long time and suffered greatly.

Also, presumably to look more capable, he tied his medium-length black hair into a small braid, and with his upper eyelids taut, his cheekbones appeared very prominent.

In short...

He looks like a "heretic"...

"Hello, Jude." Hector Frost's voice was hoarse, even somewhat sinister. Although he was dealing with one of his own kind, there was still an uncontrollable chill in his eyes.

"Let's sit down and talk," Jude said, instinctively avoiding Hector Frost's gaze and inviting the two of them to sit down.

"You want to join the Descent of Gods, don't you?" Hector Frost got straight to the point.

"Yes." Jude nodded, and when the other person stared at him, he subconsciously sat up straight.

"Alan should have already told you the basics of the Descent of the Gods," Hector Frost said, arms crossed, leaning forward, his entire being seemingly maintaining a predatory air. "I'd like to know your thoughts on rescuing your kind imprisoned in the capital's heavy prison?"

Being questioned by this unfriendly fourth-tier resonance mage, Jude felt inexplicably pressured.

He took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and decided to answer according to his own thoughts: "My suggestion is... to wait."