There was a murmured exclamation from the crowd as the machinery beneath the canvas was finally revealed.
"This is definitely an epoch-making masterpiece!"
The inventor still thinks so, and takes the initiative to introduce his work to the onlookers. First, start the old-fashioned steam engine fixed on the strange platform, stuff a shovel of coal into the furnace, wait until the white steam emerges from the joints of the pipes, bow to everyone with outstretched arms, and then walk to the wooden platform the central.
"Look here, we just need this, then bend over..."
A structure resembling a pommel horse is attached to long sticks, which are attached to a wooden platform. The middle-aged gentleman first fixed his feet to the floor with shackles, then leaned over on the pommel horse, stretched out his hands and bent down, wriggled hard, and then grabbed the two copper-colored ones that were also on the wooden platform. pull ring.
"Look!"
He violently pulled up the two pull rings. Accompanied by the dull sound of chains and gears, the steam oven also emitted choking smoke, forcing the crowd to retreat. The police gentlemen on the side of the square also noticed the situation here, and tried to figure out what happened here on their toes.
The whole device began to operate, and the wooden stick under the pommel horse continued to extend until the man's feet and hands were off the ground. The chains with shackles on his feet and the chains with rings on his hands prevented him from being lifted up.
"Oh, did you see that?"
He shouted excitedly.
"But what's the use of it?"
Someone yelled.
"I named it the height increaser. As long as I continue to use it like I do every day, the body will be able to adapt to this stretched state, so that the height will increase. Now I only need 100 pounds of investment, and I can... "
Jenkins didn't hear the next words, because the laughter had drowned out the man's voice.
"The police department should support him, because this is the best instrument of torture!"
"If you have the money to invest in this thing, why not go to Eldron, the City of Thousand Trees, to help Miss Fabbri!"
"The Church of Creation and Mechanics should come out and take care of it. This is an insult to the word 'creation'!"
There was booing, and then another round of laughter broke out. The middle-aged inventor maintained a strange posture, arguing loudly with those who could hear him, but soon fell into a disadvantage.
Jenkins has also considered investing in emerging creations, especially with a large cash pile coming to him in the near future. His top priority is the bicycle, after all, he has drawn one, but the material of the tire still needs to be considered.
He walked around the square with the cat for a while, and because he wanted to avoid the flower girl, he had to leave from the Vasilon Avenue of the Arts on the right. I also bought a newspaper during the period, because it was already in the afternoon, so the price of the morning newspaper was extremely cheap.
"Where should we go for dinner?"
There are still things to do at night, so I have already told the nun in the residence that I will go back before ten o'clock. When eating in the city, it is natural to find a good and cheap restaurant, but since Hathaway, Miss Michael, Bishop Stricker, and Mrs. Caroline all have their own recommendations, it is also very difficult to choose.
“Closer and pets allowed...”
As he walked, he thought in his heart, and then accidentally collided with a little boy.
"Sorry, sir!"
He apologized softly, then ran back quickly. Without even thinking about it, Jenkins turned and chased after Chocolate meowing.
He wasn't sure if his wallet had been stolen, but the boy ran faster and faster, and he gradually believed in his point of view.
The boy's thin body is very sensitive, and he can find the most suitable position to pass among pedestrians. Although Jenkins has the support of [Grace of a Cat], he is embarrassed to walk through the crowd by making strange postures in front of so many people.
Of course, the more important thing is that most of his money is in his underwear pockets, and his wallet is full of convenient pennies and shillings.
The boy quickly turned into an alley, and Jenkins ran in, holding his right hand to a side wall.
This is a dead end, and there are high walls not far in front, and the walls on both sides have no protrusions for climbing. On the left side of the alley are some abandoned picture frames, most of which have been broken. On the right is a mountain of large bags of garbage. The street outside is the famous art avenue in the capital, so the residents and shops are more civilized.
Blocking the entrance of the alley with his body, he reached into his pocket with his right hand, and sure enough, the wallet disappeared. He picked up his cane and swung it violently in the air. The sound of breaking through the air made his scalp tingle.
"Don't let me beat you out!"
He shouted into the empty alley, and when no one answered, he snorted coldly, raised his hand and patted his cat, which squatted on Jenkins' shoulder with squinted eyes, and stretched out its right paw to point to the corner of the wall.
Taking a few quick steps forward, he swung his cane violently, and the boy screamed in pain and fell out of the air.
"Damn it, this invisibility spell can't attract the smell!"
He complained loudly, and cursed a few words with a heavy accent. After rolling around on the ground, he stood up, took a step back with his right leg, took out a dagger and pointed it at Jenkins, with an extremely fierce expression on his face.
"Damn ordinary people, you dare to hit me!"
Jenkins' real eye spotted him right away, and it was just a Level 0 Blesser. It's just that he didn't know the origin of the boy, so he didn't rashly reveal the fact that he was also the gifter.
"I'm going to kill you, burn your body, and eat your cat!"
The boy waved the knife up and down in the air, but saw the young man holding the cane standing there calmly.
"I don't care what trick you used just now, give me back my wallet now!"
The fact that he possessed supernatural abilities inflated the boy's self-confidence, but even so, when the man spoke calmly, he subconsciously felt fear.
"Damn ordinary people!"
From the blade of the knife he swung, a thin white light shot out. But the speed was too slow, and Jenkins ducked with a shake of his neck.
There was the sound of metal hitting the wall behind him, Level 0 could only exert very little force, especially the boy was in a state of extreme panic now: Jenkins raised the gun.
"I don't want to know what magic was that just now, but I really want to know if your trick can escape my bullets."
"You dare not shoot here, there are policemen outside the alley!"
He threatened with a growling voice like a wounded beast.
PS: I suddenly discovered that Jenkins has killed too many people recently, which doesn't fit his image very well. But the author wants to explain that our protagonist is not a "good guy" in the traditional sense, and he himself understands this. Therefore, we can see him treat the poor flower girl with tenderness (referring to the ordinary person being helped), and we can also see him deal with the thief boy who tries to kill him fiercely.
Although Jenkins understands awe, has a certain degree of sympathy, is humble and cautious, and stands in the camp of kindness and law most of the time, this person is definitely not the Virgin. I have always believed that the absolute good people are the most dangerous people.
The actions in the last few chapters do not contradict his own character.