The man from the Gear Artisan Association was looking for some thousand-year-old metal accessories. Under normal circumstances, he would never be able to buy them. Not to mention how badly metal products would deteriorate after a thousand years, but only from the development of civilization in the 18th century. Look, it's hard to say whether there were standard metal parts thousands of years ago.
This is the interior of a Class B extraordinary event. There may not be what he needs a thousand years ago, but there may be accessories made of special alloys in the last century two thousand years ago. The cultist was looking for something similar. Jenkins and Miss Capet followed him for half an hour, but they hadn't seen him find his target yet.
"You said, could they be the big thing that wants to repair Nolan's underground?"
Miss Capet guessed softly, standing side by side with Jenkins pretending to be observing a phonograph of curious construction. Now living in Nolan, the Gifter almost knows that the gear craftsman will find something great underground. Jenkins hopes that the church will pay attention to it, and it is best to find a way to fight against the ancient difference engine before he does.
"It must be. It has been sealed for so long, even if it is really dug out by the cult members of the Gear Craftsman Association, it is impossible to be intact."
Jenkins replied in a low voice. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the man they were following, only to find that he suddenly quickened his pace and walked towards the compartment further behind.
The train in [Antiquities Bazaar] is not completely linear, nor is it even a circular closed space. In Jenkins' view, this place is more like a forked branch. Every time a door is opened, it is equivalent to making a choice. There are multiple at the end of the train, but there is only one at the beginning, which is the auction that will be held in the evening. Car No. 1.
Following the man, the two quickly moved in the carriage. When the door was opened again, the noisy antique market was no longer in front of them, but a clock shop full of clocks. The sound of gears turning and pendulum shaking hits the eardrums like ocean waves. Even though these sounds are not strong, they have a shocking feeling when combined,
This carriage is mainly in the color of brass, the walls are covered with clocks and clocks, a clock like a tombstone is placed in the corner, and there are countless pocket watches with exquisite shapes on the counter.
This reminded Jenkins of the watch shop that he eliminated last year. When he visited for the first time under the recommendation of the professor, he was also shocked by the beauty and order of the machinery.
Apart from the man and Jenkins, there was no fourth customer in this carriage. Behind the counter is a receptionist with a monocle and tweezers repairing pocket watch parts. He looked up at the three of them, and found that they were looking at each other with a menacing look, so he reminded:
"Fighting is not prohibited here, but anything broken will be compensated at three times the price!"
The man in the hat rested his right hand on the counter, looking calmly at the two people who had just entered the door:
"Sure enough, someone is following me. It's really bad luck. You can meet enemies in this kind of place, so... are you believers in lies, or lackeys of the Orthodox Church?"
"We are believers in lies."
Jenkins said with certainty that Miss Capet understood what he meant for a moment. If the other party could be caught, this lie would be meaningless. If not, at least it could confuse the other party.
"Yes, we are believers in lies, you can get caught without a fight."
She said it righteously, feeling fresh about pretending to be those liars.
"So do you think that if I come out to perform the mission, I will not be ready to meet you?"
As he spoke, he took off his hat and threw it aside casually, raised his right hand slightly above his chest, palm down, and raised his left hand slightly lower than his chest, palm up. With the clearer sound of gears turning, a huge brass gear structure that snapped together appeared behind him, and steam spewed out of the invisible void, making those illusory gears even brighter.
As the huge gear rotated behind him, between the man's hands, a rusty copper-colored dagger slowly took shape.
This is a bit like the geometric pattern that appears behind Alexia when she uses the principles of mathematics, but it is clear that the ability of a short lady is more aesthetically pleasing.
"Do you really think you are our opponent?"
The offline god of lies who pretends to be a believer in lies is actually considered a believer in lies, but in fact he is not a believer in lies.
"Mortals never know what awe is."
As the man solemnly said these words, the old dagger in his hand was completely formed. The ancient atmosphere spread all over the surface of the short dagger, and the patina and cracks made Jenkins and Miss Capet no doubt about its history.
"Instead of being stabbed to death with your dagger, I think you might as well expect us to get tetanus."
Jenkins said mockingly, then turned his head suddenly, the howling wind passed by his ears, and a small gear behind him was deeply stuck on the wall.
The gear pattern behind the cultist still hasn't disappeared. He is holding a dagger with a serious face, and the chain overflows from the gap between the gears, rolling on the ground like dancing tentacles.
The aisles between counters are already narrow, and this situation is unavoidable. When encountering on a narrow road, the brave wins. Jenkins raised his cane from the air with his right hand and rushed forward.
The chains came to life in a split second, pounced on Jenkins like a pack of snakes of prey. Miss Capet, who was behind Jenkins, chanted a mantra in praise of the gods. She believed in the righteous god [the spirit of all things]. The power of nature stirred the invisible wind and became entangled with those chains.
With a violent swing of the cane, all the chains blocking the way were smashed under the tremendous force. The cultist wasn't worried either. He took a deep breath and swung the dagger in his right hand. As the copper rust fell off, the daggers all shattered. Black air gushed out from the gears behind him, and the handle of the dagger seemed to come to life. The small gears formed grew rapidly, and a gear sword "grew" out in a breath.
"Strange thing!"
The black aura made Jenkins feel excited, but he still threw his cane at the man in front of him without hesitation. The cultist also swung his sword, and the moment the two collided, the huge spirits met in the air, bang~, the resulting air wave caused the air to produce a wonderful optical refraction phenomenon in a short time.
"So strong? What kind of weapon is this?"
Jenkins did not have an advantage in this brief confrontation. On the contrary, because of the collision of the two weapons, the tiny gears on the gear sword actually actively clung to the surface of his cane, and rapidly multiplied like germs.
Jenkins immediately tapped the floor with his cane, and the Spirit of Life penetrated the cane containing the world tree in an instant, and the gears on the wooden surface fell off like rain.