Next, he planned to call Miss Magic and Miss Silver Flute next door, and together they would send Jessica home, and then send Dolores and Alexia back.
But the cat that was dozing on its shoulders suddenly opened its eyes and looked out the window at this moment. Jenkins was two seconds behind it and realized that something seemed to have happened. Afterwards, ripples appeared on the calm water surface in the water cup on the coffee table, and then a violent earthquake hit Nolan again.
Jenkins went directly to the window without hesitation, and after drawing the curtains, he saw the metal black tower standing in the distance under the double moon in the mist, increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the hazy fog, the standing black tower looked like a slender tombstone rising. This is like a clock at the end of the world. Every time it rises, it means that the end is getting closer.
Because the last time the black tower was raised, the skeleton mechanical bird that attacked the city appeared from the ground. Jenkins was worried that there would be another problem this time, so he went out in the dark and went under the black tower in a carriage.
The church also attached great importance to the appearance of the fifth floor. When Jenkins arrived, the surrounding neighborhoods were already under martial law. The carriage cannot pass, and he can only enter on foot after identifying himself.
After passing through layers of security checks, I finally saw a group of people from the Church of the Sages under the tower. Miss Stress, another holy son, was also here, talking with the Keeper of Secrets together with Mr. Gilbert.
"Miss Bevanna didn't come?"
"There's always someone left in the church."
said the Keeper, and beckoned Jenkins over.
"What's the situation now?"
he asked, taking the cat off his shoulder and putting it on the table. Chocolate was immediately interested in the drawing of the black tower under its claws, and Jenkins was worried that it would tear the paper.
"Ten minutes ago, the ascent of the black tower ended. We are currently investigating the newly-appeared fifth floor. This time, no monsters have been found."
said the Keeper, and handed Jenkins a copy from the pile of papers on the desk.
"Look at this."
"What?"
Two crossed swords were drawn with pencil sketches on the paper. These are all long swords, and there are no very conspicuous marks on the hilt and body of the sword. Because cold weapons have basically withdrawn from the trend in this era, Jenkins can't distinguish the ownership of these two weapons from the style.
"What's this?"
"Shortly after the earthquake just started, news came from the night watchman that they found a dark cloud with a special shape of two crossed swords in the sky in the eastern suburbs of Nolan."
"What?"
As Jenkins said, he wanted to go outside and look at the sky.
"No need to go out, only a small area can be observed."
Mr. Smith casually drew a circle with a pencil on the Nolan map on the shelf beside the table:
"This is a sign of the emergence of B-06-2-4482 [Battle of the Treasure Slayer]. The battle of war] cannot appear in any place. The human settlements where this extraordinary event occurs, in addition to meeting the requirements of the settlement's prosperity and resident population, also need the settlement to have an arena, and it is a formal arena. Black Fist doesn't count."
"Arena? Does Nolan have an arena?"
"Of course not, but combine it with the quake coming almost simultaneously, what do you think, Jenkins?"
Jenkins blinked, and the answer was simple:
"If it's not a coincidence... there is an arena on the fifth floor of the Black Tower?"
"That's the best explanation so far."
The keeper nodded and touched his chin.
"Why is it an arena?"
Jenkins asked puzzled again, he didn't think that the difference machine wanted to fight one-on-one with him. The opponent does have the strength to defeat Jenkins, but he is too cautious and will never do so.
"No one knows why. We try to tie every layer of the Black Tower to the identity of the savior, and the arena seems to have nothing to do with all the identities, but if it is far-fetched, maybe it has something to do with [heroes]."
The keeper explained, but said that this was all unreasonable speculation.
Jenkins didn't know whether this guess was correct. There was also no door on the fifth floor, so he couldn't enter to verify whether there was really a gladiatorial arena inside. He wanted to express his opinion, but found that he couldn't say anything.
But fortunately, the church is not completely waiting to die. Regarding the information about the rituals of the rebels provided by the believers of lies, the Twelve Churches have joined together and found more information in ancient documents.
The appearance of the fifth layer verified some contents in the data. The keeper asked Jenkins to wait patiently. After dawn, the latest information about the rebels would be sorted out, and the observation of this black tower would make leaps and bounds.
The time interval between the appearance of the fifth floor and the fourth floor of the tower is so short, which is something no one thought of. But for Jenkins, the final battle is indeed not far away.
He returned home that night and pondered for a long time in the study, even ignoring the request for chocolate for supper.
Standing in front of the window and looking at the street lights and gray fog outside the window, he thought of many things. So much so that I almost forgot about the high stool brought out from the strange world.
He took the high stool out of the spirit and put it on his bed, huddled up beside the pillow, chocolate with four little paws close together opened one eye and took a look, meowed for a while and didn't move , doesn't look interested in it.
Every time Jenkins experiences a strange situation, there will be a gift, and the high stool is the harvest of this possibility. As for the role of the high stool...
He hesitated, and sat up on tiptoe. Then, the high stool took him slowly into the air and stopped before his head touched the ceiling.
"Meow~"
Chocolat opened both eyes, standing by the pillow and looking at the young writer flying up on the stool, the amber eyes reflected the cat's emotions.
"It's ridiculous, isn't it?"
He lowered his head and asked his cat, Chocolate flicked his tail and lay down again, ignoring Jenkins.
The function of this high stool is to carry the person sitting on it to fly. It can ensure that the person sitting will never fall, but if the person sitting is holding other creatures, such as cats or women, then it cannot guarantee whether the being held is safe.
The high stool has excellent flying speed, slightly lower than the unicorn; the flying height limit is also very suitable, slightly shorter than the unicorn; it is a very good flying mount, slightly inferior to the unicorn.
If you don't consider its shape, it's really good, relatively speaking.
"But I still prefer unicorns."
Jenkins covered his forehead and said while sitting in the air.
"What unicorn?"
Britney, who opened the door in her pajamas, asked, the lights in the room were not turned on, and the hazy moonlight made her face extraordinarily holy. After the holy girl entered, she closed the door naturally, and watched Jenkins descend from a height that could reach the ceiling with his head.
"I heard you came back just now... I thought you went back to accompany Miss Windsor, well, Jessica... what are you doing?"
"It's a very simple experiment, experimenting with newly acquired items. Now it seems that this item is of little value to me."
He put the stool back, didn't justify his purpose of going out tonight, and didn't invite Britney to bed. Instead, he opened the window and whistled, allowing the unicorn to break through the space wall and appear outside the window.
The pure white beast looked at its owner from the window, and Jenkins turned to look at Britney:
"Remember, when we were in the Evergreen Forest during the day, we talked about unicorns, I promise you I can let you see it tonight... I borrowed it from a friend, are you going to fly around... look at the moon .”
The blond girl brushed the hair around her ear, held her breath, walked quickly to the window and stretched out her hand, touching the little beast's back. The latter didn't look very happy, and his eyes met the cat in the window.
"Fly... for a lap?"
she asked reservedly.
"Of course, although it's still summer, it's still very cold outside. One lap is enough. We all don't want to catch a cold. But I think, when we come back, the bedroom will... be very warm."
Britney covered her mouth and smiled reservedly with a blushing face.