After saying goodbye to Mr. Hood, Jenkins was also a little sentimental. He looked at the time and planned to finish the visit as soon as possible and return to the church, so that he could catch lunch and the cat on his shoulder would not have any objections.
The warm ashes are still floating from the sky, and when you look up, you can see the belly of the mechanical whale appearing under the black clouds, and then slowly disappear.
He whistled, called out the unicorn, and wanted to fly directly to the destination. Just put on the black robe to prevent revealing his identity, unexpectedly, in the depths of the thick fog, a person really appeared stumbling.
It was an old man in a black robe clutching his abdomen. Blood dripped from his abdomen continuously, leaving an obvious bloodstain on the ground covered with ashes.
Even if you don't feel the vitality of the opponent, you can know that he is dying just from the way he walks and the amount of bleeding. This is not someone Jenkins knows, and the other person does not have any identifiable items on him, so Jenkins speculates that this person may be planning to go to church to participate in negotiations today, but unfortunately encountered an unexpected believer in false gods.
Although it may delay time, he still went up with the cat and unicorn, intending to rescue the man. The boots stepped on the soft ashes, and the sound of the footsteps was very soft, but the strange benefactor still noticed the person walking towards him immediately. He stood vigilantly with one hand against the wall, his chapped lips trembling as he wanted to speak, but his eyes caught the unicorn.
This is a very recognizable mount. In Nolan, there is only one type of people who will walk with unicorns:
"A believer in lies..."
He leaned against the wall, keeping himself from falling, and watched Jenkins approaching. Although it is difficult to read a person's eyes, Jenkins thinks he understands it this time, and the meaning of the eyes is rejoicing:
"Don't worry, I'll heal you. You're saved."
he said.
"No, you can't cure me."
"You are doubting my strength, although I am not from the Church of Nature..."
"No, my body is missing three important parts, and I will definitely die within ten minutes. Relatively speaking, trauma to the intestines and internal organs is not very important."
The old man finally couldn't stand still, and slowly slid down against the low wall of the street. He didn't try to get up again, but sat up against the wall. The wound on his abdomen was still bleeding, staining the ashes beneath him red.
"… Component?"
"Occasionally I want to do the right thing. I didn't expect that fate would really help me, and I would directly meet a believer in lies. Don't guess, I am a member of the Gear Craftsman Association."
"what happened?"
Jenkins stopped and squinted his eyes to look at him. First of all, of course, he was sure whether there was something like a bomb on the other party, but this time he really thought too much.
"The Craftsman's Guild is no more."
"What did you say?"
"I mean, from now on, the organization represented by the name [Gear Craftsman Association] no longer exists. Even if the believers of our Lord form a new church, the past [Gear Craftsman Association] will not exist No trace of it."
He smiled wryly, and spat out a mouthful of blood. To be more precise, it was a mixture of oil and blood. The old man's body probably had a lot of mechanical components inside.
Unidentified dirty red blood fell onto the ashes on the road, and the corrosive ashes actually produced a foul-smelling black smoke. This means that in addition to his structural incompleteness, he also suffered from a terrible curse.
"Except for me, there will not be more than ten people who survived. I don't know if the other two high priests have other plans, but on my side, I really don't have any preparations."
Jenkins stepped forward and squatted in front of him, knocked on the other's arm, and probed the inside of the body. The other party is indeed a member of the Gear Craftsman Association. No other organization can master this unique mechanical technology. Moreover, at a long distance, Jenkins' eyes did not even detect the mechanical structure in the opponent's body. This kind of technology has never been encountered by Jenkins.
The physical condition of the other party is very complicated, and it is indeed on the verge of death. If he could meet Jenkins half an hour earlier, then Jenkins could have cured him, but I'm afraid it won't work now. This body has reached its limit, and Jenkins will not easily create a body for others, so he tries not to use this ability as much as possible.
"What happened to you guys? I once met someone from the Craftsman Union, and he told me that even within the Craftsman Union, there are different opinions on helping the Difference Engine. Is it because of this? Something happened inside the Craftsman Union Rebellion?"
"The Difference Engine? Yes, that's what you call 'Great Wisdom'. It's not that there's a rebellion within us, it's something wrong within our alliance."
Jenkins thought about it and came up with the correct answer:
"tree house?"
"You really understand us. Yes, the main organization that helps the Difference Engine you call is only us and the tree house. We mainly provide mechanical technology help, they provide modern occult help, and have been doing things for Great Wisdom Some things that no one knows. The tree house is actually very mysterious, and the specific information we learned about them was deliberately revealed by the Orthodox Church on the black market."
He suddenly closed his mouth, his body beeping like a timed steam bomb. Jenkins tried to reach out, but was stopped by the old man.
It took a while for the voice to die away, and he continued, but in a deeper voice:
"Our relationship with the tree house and Great Wisdom is very complicated. If we explain it, we won't be able to finish it tomorrow morning."
There was no sunlight in the sky, only the light of street lamps on the side of the road provided light for the two of them. Jenkins noticed that after the series of voices just now, the face of the person in front of him became worse:
"To make a long story short, why does the tree house want to clear you? They found that some of you actually don't agree with helping the Difference Engine?"
"No, it's not for this reason. They already knew about it, but they didn't care."
"So, is it because you suddenly didn't want this world to end, so you took the initiative to provoke disputes?"
Jenkins guessed again.
"Of course not. If we really took the initiative to rebel, then at least the craftsmen would not be wiped out in a hurry."
"What is that for?"
"Because Jenkins Williams and you beat the Difference Engine."
"We didn't beat it, and neither did the William. And even if we did, what does it matter to you?"