Jenkins scanned the clocks on the entire wall one by one, and he soon discovered that a very inconspicuous brown wooden clock in the corner actually emitted a dazzling white aura.
"Gift?"
I never expected this result. In an ordinary watch shop, this kind of item can be found. But then he was stunned again, and the hands holding the hat increased their strength:
"Most of the gifts I have seen so far will inexplicably attract me to touch them, but the clock here does not. So... it has an owner?"
Thinking of this, I was shocked in my heart, because the shopkeeper was right behind him.
"Guest, do you like this clock very much?"
The owner's voice sounded at this moment, but judging from the voice, it should still stay behind the counter.
"No, it just feels a little ordinary compared to other clocks in your store."
This is not an excuse, it is what it is. Other clocks in watch shops are more or less decorated. It may be the lines outlined by gold or silver threads, it may be the patterns patiently carved by the craftsman, or it may be the unique shape of the pendulum.
But only the C-class gift clock, the person who made it just wanted to get a "clock", and any other decorations did not exist.
In other words, it is a pure clock.
"Yeah?"
With a hand on Jenkins' shoulder, he looked back, and the shopkeeper who should have been on the other side of the shop appeared behind him.
"Level seven..."
Jenkins trembled in his heart, but his acting skills have reached the level of perfection, so on the surface, he still has a normal expression.
"The ability can be used at such a short distance, but he still has two special items on his body, and they are level 7 bestowers. No, you can't force it."
"How much is this clock in gold pounds?"
He smiled and pointed to the left side of Enci. It was an ordinary clock, but its style was very similar to Enci's: "I still think there should be some decorations, otherwise it would be rude to welcome guests."
"This one is cheaper."
His hand was still on Jenkins' shoulder, which was very rude.
Jenkins' smile gradually froze.
"No more pretending."
"Put on what?"
He turned around and asked, calling out his own light spot at the same time.
"Profanity made!"
Two green vines protruded from the void, and at the same time, the puppet at the owner's waist suddenly flew up. The vines entangled the rough puppet like tentacles, and then, as if venting their anger, drilled through the stitched holes, tore it to pieces, and retreated into the void.
"The price of a stand-in doll is very expensive."
The middle-aged man said calmly, clapped his hands, and the broken steps on the ground disappeared.
Jenkins shook his shoulders to free the hand, and then punched back. The shopkeeper blocked the force of the fist with his arm, but frost appeared on the entire right arm.
Activate the elegance of the cat, roll on the ground, and then pounce towards the door of the store.
It was dark, and a figure suddenly appeared from the air.
Jenkins only felt a huge force coming from the front, he dodged his head to the left, and his shoulder was immediately hit by an iron rod. Like a flying baseball, he was hit back the same way, rolled a few times on the ground and smashed several clocks under the opposite wall.
There was burning pain in my right shoulder, and I knew it was broken without even thinking about it.
It was the owner who showed up at the door and gave Jenkins a crowbar.
"Spatial movement? Not right..."
With the sound of gears turning in his body, the frost on his right arm disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. The left hand threw the crowbar casually on the ground, and then the man disappeared into the air again.
The place where he reappeared was in front of Jenkins. He squatted in front of Jenkins lying on the ground, with an extra pistol pointed at his head in his hand.
A silver band of light appeared in front of Jenkins, he pushed his head forward, and a huge piece of light flew out. The figure of the shopkeeper shook like an unclear TV screen. A pedestrian who was walking outside appeared in his hand to block the light. He held up the poor pedestrian and disappeared again. After appearing in the distance, he used the pedestrian's body as a The shield took Jenkins' bullet.
"Why do you have so many dangerous abilities?"
He doesn't look like he wants to get any closer to Jenkins, leaning against the counter in a relaxed posture.
"Don't struggle, I'm not the kind of cruel person. Tell me now, why did you come here today? Is it purely to repair a pocket watch? Or did I reveal my identity somewhere? As long as If you tell the truth, I can find you a decent grave."
"Oh~"
Jenkins' eyes were aimed outside, but the shopkeeper's movements were faster. He used the teleportation-like ability again to get near the window, and with a flick of his right hand, all the curtains fell down.
"Don't try again, sir, I can tell you with certainty that you will die today. Answer my question, and I will give you a good time; otherwise, I will let you know something more terrifying than death .”
The right hand took out the pistol from the counter and aimed it at Jenkins' head, while the left hand methodically rolled up the sleeve of the right hand. The cuff is not an arm made of flesh, but a brass-colored mechanical arm made of countless tiny gears, springs and bearings.
The right arm has a messy aesthetic, with bearings and delicate gears turning at different speeds. Although it seems that it will fall apart with a slight movement, it seems that every part is restricting other parts. The innkeeper's left hand pressed a few times on the upper side of the right arm, and as a small puff of steam spewed out from the original artery in the wrist, a small silver box popped out from under the gear on the lower side of the arm.
The shopkeeper laughed and opened the box with a click. Inside was a syringe, and the syringe was filled with dirty water like copper rust.
"Since you are the benefactor living in Nolan City, then A-08-1-9990, gear germs, should you pass through?"
"I've heard of it, cough~"
The last cough coughed up a mouthful of blood, and he could feel the amazing heat from the nut hanging on his chest.
He looked up at Chocolate, it was standing on the ground not far away, rubbing its nose against the package it was going to send to Miss Mary.
Jenkins tried to wink and make it run away, but the cat didn't seem to see it.
"So, you are from the Gear Craftsman's Association?"
"Yes."
He nodded, pointing the syringe needle upward with his left hand. With a slight push, a drop of turbid rusty water flowed out from the needle tip.