Although the warhead that fell on the stone road did not make a loud noise, it had pierced the quiet night. Jenkins saw that the warhead had deflated, deformed by the force of the impact.
"First, let me state that I didn't put a steel plate on my chest, so I think you should know that I am the bestower."
The man facing the bullet said to Miss Windsor, and then Jenkins felt the woman behind him put her hand on his shoulder.
"Of course, I also know that big nobles like you always carry some strange things on their bodies to prevent them from being murdered by extraordinary forces. But unfortunately, I will not use spells on you, because I am not good at In this way, I am good at strength, so put away the spells in your pocket, it is useless."
Jenkins felt the hands on his shoulders trembling. Miss Windsor's details had been found out by the other party, and the other party came prepared.
"I'll go with you, don't hurt this person."
After a little hesitation, the woman's voice didn't tremble, but became more composed. She was covering up her inner feelings.
"This won't work, I don't need witnesses."
The man laughed, pointing the gun up at Jenkins.
"I'm not leaving."
Jenkins stated.
"In this day and age, it's rare to meet such a person. Young man, I don't know if you've been dazzled by knight stories, or if you simply don't understand what a gifter is. You really know what kind of power I possess. ?"
The man standing under the street lamp asked with a smile.
"I have friends in the church, so I know some things about supernatural powers."
Jenkins replied, and then took the initiative to throw the gun in his left hand aside. The defense of the person opposite was very strong, and ordinary pistols were useless.
Miss Windsor didn't know that Jenkins was a scribe, and Jenkins didn't want her to know. So next, either find an opportunity to keep the battlefield out of the woman's sight, or find a way to defeat the opponent with ordinary people's means, Jenkins has already made a decision in his heart.
"I admire courageous people. Since you took the initiative to drop the gun and choose the sword, then I can give you a chance to survive. If you can beat me, I can let you go and only take that woman away."
As he said that, the man under the street lamp also dropped his pistol, only holding his cane with gold ornaments. Jenkins noticed that next to the falling gun was a metal charm, [Silence Charm], which was used to prevent the few gunshots just now from attracting the attention of the police or others.
Miss Windsor behind her obviously wanted to stop Jenkins, but Jenkins had jumped off the carriage quickly and entered the battlefield with a sword in one hand. The man under the street lamp shook the cane in his right hand vigorously, making it make a sharp piercing sound, and then left under the street lamp with a smile.
The two looked at each other, stepping carefully and tentatively. Jenkins suddenly leaned forward without moving his feet, and then dodged back when the opponent threw his cane out. Taking advantage of too much force forward with the cane and unable to retreat, he stabbed forward with the sword in one hand.
蹡~
The cane that was hitting downwards changed direction in the air, and the tip of the sword actually just pierced the cane.
The stabbing made both of them pause for less than a second, and then the stranger shook his right wrist violently, the force was transmitted from the cane to the sword, and the sword took Jenkins' right hand and was suddenly thrown upwards.
This successful rebound caused Jenkins to open the door wide. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the stranger once again swung his cane at Jenkins' head with one hand.
"good chance!"
Jenkins thought to himself that the strength shown by the other party is not stronger than him. He was deliberately bounced back by the other party just now. [Read and write] With a rapid configuration, a short metal dagger silently appeared in the sleeve of his left hand.
While the sword was being bounced upwards with his right hand, Jenkins raised his left hand, and the potential energy caused the dagger in his sleeve to fly out, and then it happened to be held in his hand.
There was another clang, and the short dagger barely caught the cane that was swinging downwards. Jenkins stood firmly on the spot, without even retreating, and his right hand, which had risen to mid-air, controlled the sword and slashed down fiercely.
This sword struck the stranger's left shoulder steadily and fiercely. If it was an ordinary person, Jenkins would definitely split his bones with a full blow. But this also did not cause any wounds to the opponent, and Jenkins' hands were numb due to the shock from the sparks flying around.
Through the small cut in his clothes by the sword blade, he saw that the scars on his skin were not flesh and blood, but brass-colored metal.
"The Gear Craftsman Association! It's another accomplice of the guy at the Antiquities Bazaar!"
Jenkins finally understood who his opponent was, decisively gave up the sword in his right hand and stepped back. Sideways dodging the cane that cut through the air, and stretching his right hand backward, the cat in the carriage jumped to the palm of his hand, and then used it as a springboard to jump along his arm to his shoulder.
Turning to the left again to avoid another slash, [Read and write] used the same method to construct a dagger in the sleeve of the right hand.
When the cane slammed fiercely towards the front door, the two daggers simultaneously raised up to support the cane.
"I thought you were just an embroidered pillow, but I didn't expect you to have some close combat skills. It seems that Miss Windsor has a good eye. I knew that noble ladies from big families would not only like men's skins."
The man praised Jenkins, but Jenkins ignored him, raised his leg and kicked him back two steps.
Phew~
He threw the dagger in his right hand, then turned around and grabbed Miss Windsor with his right hand:
"Go!"
While speaking, he turned and threw the dagger in his left hand. While the man dodged, the two of them had already run into the alley just now.
"He's obviously not afraid of bullets, why did he hide from my dagger?"
Only the moonlight can illuminate this narrow alley, and the young men and women who shuttle in it are constantly walking between the dimness and the moonlight. Jenkins asked in a low voice, but Miss Windsor, who was pulled by him, couldn't answer. Jenkins had some guesses that the opponent's body transformation probably didn't take long, and he hadn't fully used his own excellent defense.
"Jenkins, let's split up so at least one of us can get away."
Miss Windsor suggested that she wanted to break free from Jenkins' hand and then turn around and run in the direction she came from, but she absolutely could not be as strong as Jenkins.
"No, it's more dangerous that way."
Although out of sight, the man was following behind the two of them. Jenkins couldn't guarantee whether he would chase after him once they separated, or take Miss Windsor away before Jenkins changed into a black robe and returned.
He had better attention. Seeing that there was another fork in the alley ahead, he quickened his pace and came to a position ahead of Miss Windsor, then turned around suddenly and looked behind her, with a look of horror on his face. look like:
"what is that?"
Miss Windsor didn't have time to turn her head, and only saw the surprised expression on Jenkins' face. At this moment, their eyes met. Drowsiness flooded in like a tide, and Miss Windsor fell forward, and immediately fell into Jenkins' arms:
"Oh God, what's that?"
Jenkins was still looking back, and those were the last words Miss Windsor heard before going to sleep.
"Meow~"
The shoulder cat licked its paw, looking down on Jenkins' little trick.
The woman breathed evenly, and had already fallen into a deep dream. Because she was hypnotized by [Nightmare Haunted], she would inevitably dream of some horrible things. But this is better than being taken away by bad guys. After all, the dream is false, but the man slowly walking out from the shadow behind him is real.
Although the stranger had been following the two of them, he hadn't caught the brief moment of hypnosis. He frowned as he watched Jenkins move Miss Windsor to the wall and leaned his head against the wall, and saw Jenkins straighten up and look at him impatiently.
"What's wrong with her?"
His latest order is to bring Jessica Windsor back alive after his companion mysteriously disappeared on that train. He said that he would kill her just now, but it was just a threat.
"She fell asleep."
Jenkins explained, reaching out with his right hand and taking out the holy bone sword from the air.
Hold the sword across your chest, press your left hand on the surface of the hilt, and slowly pull the sword to the right with your right hand. The blade of the sword slides under the left palm, and where it passes, it is attached to the jumping orange gift fire.
When the tip of the sword was pulled away from under the left palm, the entire body of the sword was covered by flames. Jenkins danced twice in the air with his sword in hand, leaving two faint fire marks in the air.
"you… "
The benefactor of the craftsman association took a breath, and his face became serious:
"The bestower, are you also the bestower?"
"Isn't it a little too stupid to ask this question now?"
While speaking, he raised his sword and stepped forward, and swept away at a distance of twenty feet (about 6m) from the man. The galloping sword glow was dyed red by the flames, and the entire sword hit the stranger as if it had grown in vain.
It is difficult for pure physical damage to destroy the alloy under his skin that has been treated with special rituals, but the flame attached to the sword light burned through the metal first, and then the curse of the undead continued to destroy the remaining flesh and blood. biological activity.
Juli then destructively destroyed the softened metal and withered flesh. When the sword was retracted, the man standing in front of Jenkins was divided into upper and lower sections irregularly.
When the upper body fell to the ground and the lower body fell, metal parts were also scattered all over the ground. But he didn't die, the remaining upper body swooped towards Jenkins, and was kicked away by Jenkins.
"I've never liked interrogating people."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed, and the vines hanging from the sky rushed towards the man's head like a snake. Even though the body had been cogwheeled, the soul was still intact, so the vines sucked the blasphemy as usual, leaving Jenkins with an illusory coin as they left.
He bent down to pick up the coin, tossed it twice and put it in his pocket, then kicked the corpse aside with engine oil and black blood dripping out in disgust.