"Isn't the negotiation scheduled to start at ten o'clock? It's only seven o'clock now, and we still have a lot of time."
Jenkins straightened his collar. He wasn't much of a fan of corseted formal suits, but the ladies who picked out his clothes were.
"You think we'll have a safe trip?"
"Of course... Dad, what do you mean?"
Dad snorted:
"This negotiation will definitely be blocked by the cultists. You should have heard that the church intends to wipe out all the cultists entrenched in Nolan."
"heard."
"That's why I took advantage of this opportunity."
"You mean, we can be bait?"
Only then did he understand.
"Don't say it so badly, and we are just one of the bait. The church predicts that there is a high probability that we will encounter obstacles. That's why we set off early and say that we know what will happen? But don't worry, the church is well prepared Alright, let's just move on."
Jenkins nodded. He had heard about this plan, but he didn't expect the church to take such a risk. But considering that the time has come now, it is actually necessary to adopt some risky strategies.
"Everything we do today will affect history, so we must be cautious. Jenkins, don't speak in such an indifferent tone, have you read all those documents?"
"finish watching."
He sat up straight and said confidently, then opened a gap in the car window and looked out:
"Today's weather is really bad."
"Unusual weather always means that something unusual has happened. We are still 20 minutes away from the church. We must be careful."
Papa warned.
Speaking of accidents related to rainy days, the first thing Jenkins thought of was [Rain Man]. Strictly speaking, he didn't defeat the opponent, he just used the Lost Butterfly to send the opponent somewhere.
Therefore, strictly speaking, it is possible for Yu Nan to appear again, but Jenkins does not believe that his luck will be so bad.
The Westminster River spans the city and, in a sense, divides Nolan into east and west. Of course, it is not the east and the west in the strict sense, but people are still accustomed to using this river to divide the east city and the west city.
St. George's Avenue is located near the dock area and naturally belongs to the West Side, while the city center, including the City Hall and the Church of the Sage, is part of the East Side. No matter which road you choose, if you want to reach your destination, you will definitely pass the bridge, and the first accident on this road happened when the carriage just arrived at the bridge.
The carriage running at a normal speed suddenly stopped. Before Jenkins, who suddenly became nervous, could talk to his father, the driver said in a somewhat embarrassed voice:
"Gentlemen, we may be going the other way."
Braving the rain, I stuck my head out of the car window and saw a group of people holding umbrellas blocking the bridge, blocking the bridge with self-made roadblocks and my own body.
"What are these people trying to do? Protesting against factory emissions or the recent price hikes?"
Jenkins asked.
The coachman went to inquire and learned that those people were protesting against the city hall's action to force down the price of tulips.
The transcript of the Tulip Mania speech was not made public, but everyone who should know knows it. In addition to the florist's union preparing for a drop in the price of flowers and bulbs, the city hall has also introduced a series of policies.
And it is clear that those who have invested too much and cannot withdraw immediately are quite dissatisfied with these policies. Seeing that the price of tulips is getting lower and lower day by day, and the reduction is quite regular, the impatient people can only choose to protest in their own way.
A soft landing is nice, but if there is hope, no landing is what these guys hope for.
It's hard to say who's right and who's wrong, but the Carfax Yard will be there soon to fix the situation. It's just that this road is impassable for the time being. The coachman and Jenkins communicated with the old man and chose to cross the river by another road.
Just in this way, the distance will be extended by at least ten minutes.
"You see, we will always encounter unexpected accidents, so we must always be vigilant."
Dad said.
"Those cultists want to prevent us from participating in the negotiation, so they will release the monster... It seems that there is a possibility."
The carriage left the bridge, turned around, and drove north along Pisman Commercial Street for a certain distance, turned east under the big signboard of "Mr. Lowry's Jewelry Store", and entered the straight road that slanted northeast.
Then continue to drive north on the crushed stone road, and after turning east at the second intersection, you can see the river bank again.
No one was protesting at the bridge here, and the carriage that Jenkins and his father were in drove onto the bridge smoothly. Immediately behind them another carriage came and accelerated across the bridge, bringing the two carriages abreast.
At the moment when the two car windows were extremely close, the other car window was pushed open, and then a metal cane was stretched out, destroying the wooden car window on Jenkins' side with one blow, before he and his father Take some action, and a steam bomb that released scorching steam was thrown in.
"Steam Bomb!"
Pop yelled and saw Jenkins take the bomb. As the cold air emerged from the hands, the bomb was covered with a layer of ice at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The moisture in the scorching steam accelerated the freezing speed of the entire bomb.
After confirming that the bomb would not explode, Jenkins stopped the carriage, and then came to the bridge with his father holding an umbrella.
The carriage that attacked them did not leave, but stopped at the bridge not far away. Standing in front of the carriage were two men wearing black overcoats of the same style, neither of them had an umbrella, standing in the rain like this.
"do you know?"
Jenkins asked Pop.
"How do I know?"
Dad asked back.
And before the two spoke to each other, the two spoke first:
"We can actually resolve the dispute in a peaceful way."
The sound was very muffled in the rain.
"Your peace is throwing steam bombs?"
Jenkins threw the big ice lump in his hand to the ground, it rolled a couple of times, and then stayed motionless in the rain.
"To be fair, everyone knows that throwing a steam bomb at a high-level benefactor is no different from throwing a melon of the same size. We don't want to hurt you. Our mission is to make you stay for two hours. If you two are willing, there is a bar over there, and we can pay for it."
"Who are you? The Gearsmiths or the Treehouse?"
Jenkins asked.
"Sorry sir, we don't understand what you're talking about."
The chill spread out from under Jenkins' feet, and the ice layer grew on the rain-covered bridge deck. The old man muttered a dirty word that Jenkins couldn't understand, and at the same time as the spell was spoken, the fluctuation of the spirit meant that the battle had begun.
The two sides were in the middle of the bridge and at one end of the bridge respectively. Before the close contact, Dad's spell first took effect. There is no teammate protection mechanism in this world, and the ability of range effect also has an effect on Jenkins. But he was slightly affected, and he could barely discern that it was a spell that disturbed people's spirits.
He dropped his umbrella and rushed forward stepping on the rainwater, and the ice layer touched the two enemies one step ahead of him. The moment the puddles under the feet freeze, the shoes are actually frozen on the ground. But the two didn't want to move, but took out the glass bottles and threw them at Jenkins.
Both bottles appeared to be empty, but Jenkins was not complacent either.
With a swipe of his right hand in the air, a series of raindrops formed a large ice plate under the action of icing. The ice board was thrown by Jenkins, and after hitting the two glass bottles, the glass bottles flew back upside down.
The bottle fell at the feet of two strangers. At the moment it broke, the dazzling white flash was like a high-power gas lamp suddenly turned on in the dark night, making people close their eyes subconsciously.
And when Dad and Jenkins opened their eyes again, the stranger had disappeared, leaving behind two pairs of shoes and ice slag on the ground.
"It was an alchemy item used by the cult members of the [Light Chaser Club] just now, and they called it a flash bomb. With their unique magical ability, those who come into contact with the light will not be able to use it for a period of time." See people who use their abilities."
"Equivalent to stealth?"
"Yes, this is the most effective method of invisibility known so far. Most detection spells and abilities cannot be recognized."
Jenkins blinked his eyes. His normal vision could not capture the two high-ranking benefactors, but the aura in the Eye of Truth could not be hidden.
"But why [Light Chaser Club]? They also cooperated with the Difference Engine?"
Jenkins asked again.
"No, I think it's just a certain cooperation with the tree house. Don't forget the purpose of today's negotiation."
Dad reminded, looking around vigilantly, trying to find the enemy through the abnormal fall of rainwater.
"Oh, I see. The negotiated agreement will definitely impose stricter restrictions on the preaching and activities of these cultists like the "High Tower Agreement" at the end of the last century. Therefore, even if there is no common interest, as long as there is The cultists will certainly not be happy that our negotiations proceed normally."
His fist suddenly swung to the right, and then hit the chest of the human figure invisible to the naked eye. The invisible man originally had a way to let the rainwater fall naturally in his body, but the heart was suddenly hit hard, and his body couldn't control his ability to knock out a human-shaped water screen in the rain.
He flew upside down and almost fell off the bridge. When he was about to get up, Jenkins had already come to him, holding an ice gun made of rainwater, and pointed a sharp ice thorn at his throat:
"You can try to see if I can kill someone."
"This is not right. Didn't the intelligence say that you are a seventh-level gifter who is proficient in manipulating life force?"
The man raised his head in astonishment and asked, he didn't expect the failure to come so quickly.
"The intelligence is not wrong, it's just not comprehensive."