He grabbed the suitcase on the side, buckled the black hat, held the cane under his arm, and hugged the chocolate.
"Sir, the steam valve in my house is not closed, I have to go back."
Jenkins ran out quickly, while Old Jack poked his head out with a plate in surprise:
"Didn't you say that Oliver is fine? The young people nowadays are really. Eh? Why don't I have such luck to meet such a good apprentice?"
I rushed back to the station in a carriage, bought a ticket back to Nolan City, and finally returned to my hometown after a day's absence in the evening.
Nolan is still the same, but the air today is particularly bad. The city was unexpectedly quiet in the evening, but there seemed to be noise coming from the factory district in the east.
Jenkins got into the carriage and let the coachman drive in the city according to his instructions.
The horseshoes slammed into the cobblestone road, the coachman hung up the kerosene lamp, and the carriage broke through the long-lasting fog and crossed the street.
"stop!"
Jenkins said loudly, took a bill and handed it over, and then jumped down with his luggage.
Walk a few steps forward and step up the steps made of white stone bricks. The holy emblem of the sage is engraved on the gate in front of you.
"church?"
Jenkins said in surprise in his heart.
Normally, the [Knowledge and Books] church would never close at this time, but at this time the newly restored golden gate was closed.
"anyone there?"
He yelled, and tried to push the door, but it wouldn't move at all.
I went around to the usual back door again, and it was still closed, but the line of fate did point inward.
Footsteps came from the other side of the alley, behind the smoke was a tall man.
Leaving the chocolates and the suitcase behind, holding a cane in one hand and a pistol in the other, he realizes that approaching is Jerry Schleich, the bearded, middle-aged man in Captain Bincy's squad.
At this time, half of his face was covered with blood, and his right arm was hanging down unnaturally.
In the blink of an eye, in another view, the light spots on his body are indeed the ones from last time, and they are himself.
"Sir, what's the matter with you?"
Jenkins immediately leaned over, and then pressed his scalp to activate the ability, and there was a hideous wound under the blood.
"Williamette?"
the man asked in a trance.
"It's me! What's going on here?"
"Watch out behind!"
Jenkins swung his palm backwards, his right hand with white mist collided with a scorched paw with black flames.
The black flame and the white mist annihilated each other, Mr. Schleich was startled.
"In addition to magic spells, ordinary frost abilities can also be used to restrain demon flames!"
A faint sulfur smell came from the opposite side, and at the same time, a subtle whisper sounded. This is a rare murmur that can be fully understood, telling all profane stories and terrible ritual knowledge.
Perhaps the story the professor told was the account of a cultist who heard these whispers.
Putting down Schleich, he broke into the smoke alone again, held the gun in his left hand and fired a shot, and then swung the cane in his right hand behind him, and the sound of metal impact immediately sounded.
As if aware of it, his body turned to the right to avoid a cloud of black flames flying, and Jenkins fired another shot in that direction.
The hem of the black windbreaker fluttered with the body, it touched a hidden creature, and immediately burned.
Clang~
The cane hit something again, Jenkins deliberately sold a loophole and shot in the opposite direction, and immediately heard the whistling wind behind him.
With a gun in his left hand and a staff in his right, he naturally couldn't throw a fist at him.
"Profanity made!"
The target was right behind him, instead of observing the result, he retreated quickly, continuously firing the pistol to aim at the direction where the scream came from.
After a few minutes, the screaming stopped. Jenkins waved his cane and walked forward, only to see a black dust on the ground. He kicked the dust away with his feet. On the ground was a transparent illusory coin and a small cluster of burning black flames.
"Isn't it enough for a coin? No, this ability doesn't have the effect of killing people?"
He thought puzzledly, picked up the coin and put it back in his pocket, then immediately turned the gun and pointed it behind him.
It was Jerry Schleicher.
"Solved it so quickly?"
he asked in disbelief.
"Was that a demon just now?"
"No, how can there be such a weak demon, this is the devil."
He took Jenkins' arm and said quickly, "Don't ask so many questions, come with me."
As he spoke, he took out an old pocket watch from his pocket, lifted the cover, and flicked it counterclockwise twice. The collision sound of the gears sounded, click, click, and two seconds later, the pocket watch shattered into a pile of springs, metal pieces and gears in the man's palm.
He picked out a strange metal shaft from it, then touched the wall beside him, and inserted the metal shaft in.
There was a loud bang, and a gap opened in the wall.
"Unfortunately, the church is closed, and only those with the key can enter."
The two stepped through the gap and walked in. After licking the chocolate, the cluster of flames on the ground followed immediately, and the gap closed behind them.
There is no one in the church, but you can see some hidden piles of light spots in the room.
"remember."
The man panted and said, "I came back to pick up things, but I was ambushed halfway, and now I can't move. You will take A-10-1-0021 to the Hessian Manor in the suburbs, and you must move quickly."
The two were heading in the direction of the underground Vientiane Gate, which happened to be the direction of the purple light that was still guiding the direction.
Walking down the steps and turning around the empty hall, Smith, the keeper of secrets, was lying on the ground, and the bronze door of Vientiane had been half opened. This angle should lead to the room between the seals.
The man in black limped out, holding a very familiar mirror in his hand.
"Sage, someone dares to break into this place!"
The bearded man supported by Jenkins cried out in surprise, took a few deep breaths, stretched out his hand to say something, but couldn't catch his breath and passed out.
The man in black sneered twice, ignored the frowning Jenkins, and was about to leave with the mirror in his hand.
"etc."
Jenkins blocked it because the purple line was pointing at him.
The man in black didn't speak, and turned the angle of the mirror in his hand to look at Jenkins.
As if the dust-covered mirror surface became clear immediately, a pale hand stretched out, and a strange figure wrapped in white bandages climbed out of the mirror, fell to the ground, and broke into pieces.
"Damn it, ahem, why are there so few sins?"
The man in black complained slowly, but he didn't panic. It can be heard from the voice that he should also be seriously injured now.
"Get out of the way immediately, I will spare your life!"