"It cannot be destroyed, the space rules here have changed."
Seeing that Jenkins still wants to try, the well-informed old elf reminded. Now the entire space is filled with hot air, and the oxygen content in the air has plummeted. After the ordinary Viscount Rudos, the aging elf also feels a little uncomfortable.
"Yes, yes, we have long expected that believers of lies will appear, so we used the power bestowed by the great things in the underground to create that strange notebook with ancient knowledge."
The man from the Gear Craftsman's Association had a fanatical expression on his face:
"Look, you see, machinery and gears are the direction that human beings should evolve. In this world, only machinery is eternal."
"But you also locked yourself up."
This is what Viscount Rudos said. The moment just now seemed to make him see through life and death. Even though such an incredible thing happened now, he still did not collapse. The Viscount was standing at the top of the stairs. Although his voice was trembling and his heart was filled with extreme fear, at least he was still rational.
"This is a rule, a rule given to us by a great thing that transcends mortals. The current situation is very simple..."
The man from the Gear Craftsman Guild spoke softly, his voice almost drowned in the sound of steam. His face was flushed red, and he didn't know if it was because of the heat and humidity here, or because of the excitement in his heart:
"Only those who really understand mechanics can leave here, otherwise no one will be able to break free from this chain."
As he said that, he waved his hand violently, and the chain on his right hand broke like it was made of paper. He looked at Jenkins, then took a step towards Jenkins, and the chains on his feet broke:
"Believers of lies, you shouldn't always hinder our actions. This time, even if you grow wings, you won't be able to escape."
Jenkins snorted coldly. Seeing someone threatening Jenkins, the cat hidden in his chest also came out, standing on his shoulder and meowing at the man.
But the cultists of the Gear Craftsman Association don't care about this at all. This middle-aged man is quite cautious:
"You think I'll get close to you easily? No, I've heard too many of your stories."
As he spoke, he quickly walked away from Jenkins, then bent down and shuttled through the stream of steam gushing from the cracks in the ground, looking for something in those display cases.
"Viscount Rudos, can you tell me what he is looking for?"
Jenkins suddenly asked the Viscount behind him. Viscount Rudos hesitated for a moment, and seeing that the man he brought to the third floor ignored the conversation, he explained:
"He wanted to pick one from my collection and in exchange they promised to treat my son... He fell from a horse while riding a horse last year and broke his legs, which were later amputated..."
"Which collection does he want?"
Jenkins asked again.
"The batch I 'borrowed' from the Carfax Yard."
Hearing this, the cultist turned and looked at the two of them. Viscount Rudos shrank his head abruptly, and the movement of bending over made the chain rattle.
"Believers of lies, you are one step ahead of us, have you discovered anything?"
"You can see if there are any missing items here. If so, I just found something."
Jenkins said, and then quietly glanced at the old elf on the wall. The latter has a very low sense of existence. Although the cultists have also discovered him, they don't seem to be interested in him.
"You have a point."
The man from the Gear Craftsman Club nodded, and then quickly checked all the display cabinets in the room to see if there were any missing items. Only to finally find that all the items were where they were supposed to be, and he even reached out and touched each item to make sure they were real and not illusions.
"This is too bad, just tell me that there is an important key to open the seal..."
The man whispered, although the sound was completely covered by the steam leak, but Jenkins could also hear it vaguely.
After pacing and thinking for a few seconds, the benefactor of the craftsman's union walked to the wall, picked up the sword on the weapon rack, and began to slash at each display stand. After all, most numbered items are indestructible.
Jenkins heard the groan of Viscount Rudos behind him, and saw the black iron key drawn by himself in the display case fall to the ground. These antiques that have been handed down from a long time ago were all destroyed by the cultists. If the loss of Viscount Rudos is estimated, then his property loss is about 7,000 pounds.
"How could it not be?"
After destroying everything, the man from the Artisan Association dropped the sword that was full of gaps in his hand, and looked at Jenkins with fierce eyes:
"It's you?"
"You come to me and I'll tell you."
Jenkins felt the sweat running down the side of his face, but he could still laugh.
"Although this chain can make the locked person temporarily unable to use their abilities, I will never be fooled by you."
The cultist said, but Jenkins didn't feel powerless.
"Do you see what this is?"
Seeing that the other party refused to come, Jenkins said softly, and then a miner's lamp emitting blue light appeared in his hand out of thin air. The miner's lamp is completely made up of gears, bolts, bearings and other metal parts, which makes it look extraordinarily simple, but also full of order. Every part is crooked, but it fits together with adjacent parts in the most reasonable way.
Such sloppy assembly finally formed a miner's lamp with perfect structure and shape, which is definitely a mechanical treasure.
Looking at the miner's lamp in Jenkins' hands, the middle-aged man's eyes blurred. He knew he shouldn't be staring at the belongings of the Believers of Lies, but all he could say was that this was the way mechanical evolution was going.
It is so magnificent, so perfect, the beauty of the mechanical structure and the chaotic order together constitute this miner's lamp. This lamp seemed to be absorbing his soul, so that he could no longer take his eyes off. Following his gaze, all kinds of crazy thoughts and strange ideas appeared in his mind.
That is the insight that the benefactor cannot ask for, and it is the harvest of seeing through the truth of the world.
He desires it, he fears it, he lusts after it, he even dreads it.
"In this world, how could there be such a perfect..."
The words that come out of the mouth are not controlled by thought at all. I was suddenly terrified by the obsession at this moment, but I couldn't control my body and stretched out my hand, moving towards the believer of lies.
"It's a gem."
The chapped lips read the phrase, and what was revealed in the words was the ultimate madness.
"It's a miracle."
After waking up briefly, he fell into the deepest abyss. Consciousness completely sunk, only the light in eyes and heart. Can't think, can't understand, can't explain, let alone feel.
That miner's lamp seemed to completely occupy his heart and everything he had. The mechanical structure of the whole body is trembling at this moment, and the few remaining flesh and blood are trembling with fear under the guidance of crazy thoughts.
PS: The weather is really hot...