The cultist with only 20% flesh and blood remaining in his body slowly approached Jenkins. In the lingering high-temperature steam, he stretched out his big rough hands full of calluses without fear, and put them together, as if wanting to Embrace that miner's lamp.
At this moment, the fist wrapped in flames passed through his chest, pinching the semi-mechanical heart. That kind of tactile sensation is very wonderful, on the one hand, it has the wet and sticky feeling unique to flesh and blood, on the other hand, it has the unevenness of gears and the toughness of metal.
"you… "
When death is approaching, consciousness suddenly wakes up. He was surprised to see the chain in Jenkins' hand broke, and also saw the murderous intent on Jenkins' face under the blue light of the miner's lamp.
"So, I thought it would be complicated to get out of trouble just by possessing mechanical abilities."
Jenkins said, and then pulled out his hand holding the heart, the heavy body fell to the ground with a bang, and the sound of touching the floor was the sound of metal hitting the ground. But after all, 80% of his body is made of mechanical structures, even if his heart was pulled out, he didn't die immediately.
The consciousness is clear, but the heart is still fascinated by the miner's lamp. The horror of death and the momentary comprehension he witnessed when he saw the miner's lamp just now made him seem to understand the principle of mechanics at the last moment:
"This is the ultimate!"
He pointed to Jenkins and said, his voice was fading, but his face was flushed with excitement:
"We will never lose! Even if we lose, you, believer in lies, are still the inheritor of this graceful gear road..."
He didn't care about the behavior of the other party before he died, and after confirming that the cultist was really dead, Jenkins broke the chains of the old elf and Viscount Rudos in turn with a miner's lamp. But this strange space still exists, and the temperature in the room is getting hotter and hotter. The only ordinary person here, Viscount Rudos, can hardly breathe.
"Since they want to use this to break the seal, it should be effective now..."
Thinking to himself, Jenkins took out the black iron key that he had just hidden from his spirit, stood the key on the floor, and turned half a circle clockwise.
click ~
The three people heard auditory hallucinations at the same time, and then the stream of steam spraying from the floor suddenly disappeared. The three of them were startled at the same time, and then ran to the nearest window to open it. The warm night wind immediately blew into the third floor, and all three of them breathed heavily into the window.
Even if the wind outside is hot, it is at least cooler than inside. The discomfort in the lungs and the pain in the skin gradually disappeared with the night wind blowing, and Jenkins even felt that the unpleasant smell of burning in the air became a little cute.
He slowed down for a while, and then carefully confirmed that the cat on his shoulder was not dizzy from heat. Only then did he turn to look at Viscount Rudos, who immediately realized that although the most vicious one died, the remaining two people who broke into his house did not seem to be good people.
"Do you have a carriage at home?"
Jenkins asked.
"Um?"
Viscount Rudos didn't realize the meaning of this question for a while, and soon after he took the carriage and drove the corpse into the Church of Death, which was the closest to here, he finally understood that the other party didn't want to kill him.
After watching the trembling Viscount Rudos and the corpse enter the church, Jenkins and the old elf returned to the apartment the elf rented in the city center. Although there were some accidents, overall the operation tonight was relatively smooth.
It's just that when the elf returned home, he immediately got himself a large bottle of gin to scare him. Jenkins thought the elf didn't drink.
"This is another human's stereotyped prejudice against other races."
The old elf said disdainfully, when he put down the wine glass, his complexion obviously improved a lot.
"The operation went smoothly. I didn't expect it. We can solve the problem in an hour and a half. Look, it's not twelve o'clock yet. It's really smooth, and this key can probably break the enchantment, domain, Seals and even mystic locks, I have to go back and study this.”
Jenkins sat very relaxed in an armchair next to the sofa, chocolate on his lap.
"You call it smooth? Well, call it what you want."
The old elf looked a little tired, put down his wine glass and leaned back on the sofa:
"I don't care about other things, but I want to know, what's the matter with the mechanical ability you use? I'm old and well-informed, and I know that the ability to derive items is extremely rare and weird Yes, not to mention, the miner's lamp you mentioned just now made me feel a little uncomfortable. This ability is wrong, very wrong!"
He refused to admit that for a few seconds, he thought that the beauty of unnatural mechanical structures could actually surpass nature.
"How do I remember that you saw this miner's lamp?"
Jenkins muttered uncertainly, then called out the lamp again and put it on the table:
"The origin of this ability is complex, but at its core is the power of the protoss."
"Protoss?"
The elf asked suspiciously, stretching his fingers upwards, Jenkins nodded slowly:
"That's right, it's the Protoss."
So the elf squinted his eyes to look at the blue-purple light in the miner's lamp, straightened up after a long time, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Jenkins, you have to remember that you are a descendant of the elven priest, and you are a person favored by the world tree. Whether it is death or machinery, it is not a power that you should touch. If you think that your power is not enough, I can use my power. All the abilities you have mastered will be taught to you, there is no problem at all.
Do not accept invitations from the dead, and do not trust the protoss. "
"Protoss's... **?"
Jenkins doubted that the protoss he had heard from his father and the book were all positive characters who always maintained an absolutely neutral camp.
"Yes, there are many gaps in the history of human beings due to the change of epochs, and some things they don't know. But the elves have a complete historical record, and we know what kind of character the protoss have... They are very ancient and have powerful Power can almost be regarded as the master of the star world. The star spirits claim that they will never interfere with the historical process and destiny of the material world, nor will they intervene in the change of mortal races, but in fact, the group of ancient people who face the cold starry sky all day long Those who like most are to guide mortals and interfere with fate."
The elves spoke ill of the protoss unceremoniously:
"Although they are indifferent by nature and don't like to communicate with life outside the astral world, they are intelligent creatures anyway. Do you think it would be interesting to stand in the sea of stars every day? The protoss advocates not interfering with the material world on the surface, but in fact it is more Everyone likes to interfere, and they don't admit it."
The elf made a disdainful expression:
"So, Protoss can be trusted, but don't treat them as mentors and guides, they are a group of..."
The elf organized his words, and quickly thought of a good sentence:
"That's a race that watches the excitement and is not afraid of big troubles."
Jenkins fully believed what the old elf said. If the protoss really had no desires, then the current star god could not come from the protoss race. Jenkins had already figured this out.
Jenkins understands the painstaking efforts of the elves, and he is now afraid that Jenkins will fail to awaken [World Tree Seedling] because of the "unclean" power. This ability is not only the supreme glory of the elves, which cannot be tarnished, but also the key to the survival of this era.
The elf considers himself, as an elder, responsible for guiding Jenkins. Jenkins understood his kindness, so he didn't refute it. He just apologized to the protoss Rakul who had been told for no reason.
The key found tonight seemed to have the effect of breaking the seal, but he didn't know whether it could break all the seals. In addition to this key, Jenkins also has a key-like gift, which is the [Silver Key], a strange prop that can open the passage between the material world and the outside world obtained in the strange world.
According to the principle of cannibalism, these two keys can devour each other, because they are both gifts of category C, so it is not difficult, and they even belong to one's own spirit at the same time, and the two are slowly attracting each other.
It's just that Jenkins is not sure whether the unique functions of the two keys will be fully preserved after mutual devouring, so he did not combine the two into one. Once these two keys fall into the wrong hands, they will become key props that endanger the material world. Therefore, Jenkins does not intend to give the gift obtained tonight to anyone, but intends to keep it for research.
We bid farewell to the elf and went home. It was dark at this time, but the girls in the house were not asleep. When Jenkins opened the door, Hathaway and Britney were sitting in the living room talking about the layout and furniture of the home, while Julia was making tea in the kitchen.
"why are not you sleeping?"
he asked.
"Of course it's waiting for you to go home. Do you always come home so late?"
Britney asked.
"Not always, it's just that I'm a little busy during this time, you don't have to wait for me."
He said cheerfully, because tonight's operation went smoothly, so he was in a particularly good mood. Now when I get home and see someone waiting for me to return, I feel even better.
Hearing what he said, Hathaway and Britney got up and went upstairs. Jenkins came from the hall into the living room, and Julia came from the kitchen with a saucer.
"You don't have to wait so late, just go to rest. If you are exhausted, Dolores will complain to me."
"Mr. Williams, this is my job, and..."
The maid looked up and looked upstairs:
"The two ladies went out of their way to wait for you to come home. I think you should at least say something thoughtful instead of... urging them upstairs to bed."
"Is that so? But it's time to rest."
"... How did Her Royal Highness fall in love with you?"
The maid complained softly, but before Jenkins could ask again, she directly said that she was going to the room to rest. Only Jenkins was left thinking about what the maid said just now, thinking that he still had a lot to learn.