It makes sense that August is called the "Moon of Craftsmen and Rain". The continuous rain has been uninterrupted since this week. It's the rainy season in Nolan, and the humid air from the sea will bring a wet time to the whole city.
But the air quality in the city did not get better because of the rain. On the contrary, the smell of damp soil and pungent smoke made passers-by on the road hurry and were unwilling to stay outside for a long time.
"I heard that the Kingdom is going to introduce the Air Quality Monitoring and Protection Act."
There were very few guests in the morning, so when Jenkins was copying the tadpole text, Dad sat on the antique rocking chair beside him and picked up the newspaper to read casually.
The rocking chair was a fake too, and Jenkins had seen his father get it for three shillings.
"It should have been introduced a long time ago, but I believe that factory owners, capitalists and nobles who own shares will definitely not compromise so easily."
Jenkins replied without looking up.
"I think it's the same, those damned guys only care about the money. By the way, I like the word 'capitalist' you just used."
Jenkins' attention was still on the tip of the pen, and he asked casually: "Hell? Is there really..."
jingle~
The bell at the door rang, and both of them frowned and looked at the door. Who would come to the antique shop so early in such a ghostly weather.
"Oh~"
They immediately raised their hands, and saw the stranger who appeared at the door wearing a pair of black rain boots, and a dark brown long windbreaker covering his whole body,
At this time, he took off the exaggerated top hat covering his face with one hand, and held a revolver in the other.
"Schnart revolver, 10mm caliber, prime/fire percussion, helical bore, single shot."
The money and time spent in the [Mr. Ink Club] was not wasted, Jenkins recognized the gun in the man's hand at a glance. This pistol is powerful enough to kill a grown man at such close range, but it only works single-shot.
"What do you need? We'll give you money, don't shoot!"
Dad asked in a little panic.
Of course, this is pretending. Jenkins knew that his father had the habit of carrying a gun with him since the last accident. And compared to Jenkins, he is a real sharpshooter and quick shooter.
Jenkins huddled in the counter, carefully transferring the things he was copying under the counter, but the man with the gun obviously didn't notice this.
"Were you the last to see Brown on the day of the fire at the docks?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, Dad and Jenkins were all stunned. But fortunately, the church has already dealt with everything that happened that day.
"I can't say for sure but he was alive when we saw him and the damn fire didn't happen until after we left. Oh sir please don't point a gun at me I'm too old for heart Somewhat uncomfortable."
"Has he mentioned anything to you?"
The man with the gun kicked the store door shut and took a few steps forward, his black wellies leaving a trail of muddy footprints in the ground Jenkins had just swept.
"No, you can't use the Explosion Charm here!"
Jenkins denied his bold idea in his heart, while his father was still acting, "Sorry, what are you referring to?"
The man licked his lips:
"Did he mention any new shipments he's received recently?"
Jenkins silently opened the second vision, and 15 light spots appeared in front of the gunman, which means that he is at least a level 8 gifter, and he is the most powerful one Jenkins has seen so far. Captain Bincy also only has 9 blips.
According to the old man, level 8 bestowers can be regarded as demigods.
"People from the [Lightbreaker Club] came to look for the statue of the evil god?"
Jenkins guessed silently, and at the same time suppressed the desire to make a sneak attack. This kind of enemy is not something he can deal with.
"Yes, he said that a shipment came from the dock a few weeks ago, and he showed us two porcelain vases from the ancient kingdom and a gold accessory."
"Any mention of statues or anything?"
the man asked calmly.
"Huh? No."
The man nodded, lowered his gun-raising hand, gave Jenkins and his father a warning look, turned around and was about to leave.
Boom~
He turned around suddenly, and shot at the two people in the store with a gun in each hand. Jenkins subconsciously shook his head, only feeling a hot stream brushing the side of his cheek, followed by a burning pain.
He didn't care much, he bent down and hid behind the counter, while covering the wound with his right hand for treatment, he hurriedly took out his father's spare pistol from the counter.
At that moment just now, a phantom of a large open book appeared in front of Dad, protecting him like a shield, so he was fine.
After the gunshots rang out, the store suddenly fell silent. In the horrified silence, Jenkins struggled to overcome his fear. First, he raised his gun and stretched out the counter to shoot randomly, and then carefully popped his head out.
"I see, it turned out to be in [Knowledge and Books] church!"
The man seemed to be in a good mood, and he nodded to Jenkins with a smile on his face, then turned around and left here completely.
"Father!"
Father Oliver sat slumped on the seat, holding a piece of silver in his drooping right hand, his whole body trembling.
"Father, how are you doing?"
Jenkins rushed forward and pressed the old man with his right hand to activate the ability, but it was useless. His hand was immediately covered with a layer of frost, and the shaking of the old man's body became faster and faster.
The candle immersed in spirituality showed its power again, and just when the frost was about to spread to Jenkins' chest, a faint yellow flame gushed out and enveloped the two of them.
The extremely cold breath and the warm flame merged in Jenkins' right arm, and he couldn't help moaning loudly. Frost was no match for the flame of a candle, but Jenkins' arms were made of flesh, and he couldn't stand the torment of the two heavens of ice and fire at all.
After a while, Bingshuang was forced into Jenkins' right palm and stopped moving, and the flame had nothing to do with it, but retreated.
His right palm was completely numb, and Jenkins gritted his teeth and pushed Dad, who had closed his eyes, with his other hand.
"That's the Ice Emissary of [Light Chaser Club], level 8, very dangerous."
Dad's lips were pale, and his weak voice was trembling.
"I shouldn't have used the church's divine spell [Blessing of Books] just now, he knew that we were the ones who took away the statue that day!"
"what do I do?"
Jenkins asked hastily, panting, and exhaled a white mist just like his father.
"He must have gone to the church to grab things. That's right, the Nolan Diocese is now weak, even at level 8! Hurry up, leave me alone, I can't move at all now, go and notify the other four churches to come for reinforcements !"