The air in the alley seemed to freeze for an instant, and Jenkins stared upwards with widened eyes.
"Oops! It's him, he came directly!"
"who?"
The professor doesn't know why.
"Be careful up there!"
As Jenkins yelled, the professor stretched out his hand to prop up the barrier without thinking. The old man had read more books in his life than most of the people Jenkins knew, and the golden light almost became a solid substance.
And as Jenkins stretched out his hand and merged into the giant book, the completely materialized barrier tightly wrapped the two of them and the cat.
And almost at the moment when the barrier was formed, a black light fell from the sky and hit the golden light in the alley. The energy conflict between the two even caused the ground to vibrate. The final result was smoke and dust, and the crowd near the alley thought that the steam bomb had exploded, so they fled in all directions.
The circus in the distance was probably also implicated, and Jenkins hoped not to delay their business.
In the background of the panicked shouts, Professor Jenkins and Professor Burns stood back to back in the alley where the ground was cracked. The professor's hands were still shaking from the impact just now.
"Is the owner of that sword coming?"
he asked nervously.
"Yes, he is above us now, be careful!"
Jenkins suspected that his identity had been exposed, otherwise there would be no reason for the enemy to come to him so quickly. He is now facing the enemy head-on with that sword, so it should be no problem to escape, but victory may be a bit difficult...
"coming!"
Jenkins reminded again, and the professor immediately set up the divine barrier as before. The second collision of the black and golden light completely collapsed the nearby house. While the masonry was tilted down, the package placed beside Jenkins slid a little to the side due to the tremor of the ground.
"It's now!"
suddenly the professor shouted.
While propping up [Blessing of Books] for the second time, some black threads flew upward from the professor's fingers. These lines are not affected by energy and spirit at all, and follow the path cut by the black brilliance, connecting the two people above and below.
At this moment, the professor's feet were on the ground, and the pulsating muscles on his body almost tore through the formal suit. Following his roar, each person was pulled down from the sky with a swish of a sword.
The moment the weird sword fell to the ground, the ground immediately turned to lifeless black. The dark wind blows from the alley, and the living people feel the malice from death.
Wilkawang rolled on the ground in embarrassment, his arm was completely entangled by the thread in the professor's hand.
He struggled hard, and found that the strength of the old guy on the opposite side was completely beyond his ability to contend. With a solemn expression, he waved his left hand, and at the same time rolled awkwardly on the ground, avoiding the falling bricks and stones from the collapsed house, and the skeleton sword inserted into the ground immediately flew towards him.
"Don't think about it!"
Jenkins rushed over like a cat, his hands burning with inextinguishable fire submerged in the whirlwind of souls wrapped around the blade. The palm of his hand immediately felt like a needle prick, and at the same time a huge force pushed him in the opposite direction.
But Jenkins' pounce was not useless. While he flew backwards like a sandbag, the sword also deviated from the flight path, and plunged into the side wall with a clang.
"Come here!"
The professor yelled again, and Will Kawan was pulled to his side uncontrollably.
"Go to hell~"
The old man's age spot-covered, rough, and sandbag-sized right fist did not have any light and shadow effects, but the moment he swung it, even Jenkins in the distance could feel a sense of strength.
Boom~
A sonic boom sounded suddenly, and amidst the dull sound, Wilkawang flew upside down at a speed that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye. He crashed into the rubble of a house that had collapsed, leaving a long drag mark across the rubbish-strewn ground.
The bone armor on his body protected him, but the piece on his chest was completely dented. When he stood up on the ground, the pieces of internal organs mixed with black blood spit out from his mouth, and fell on the ground together with the pieces of bone armor. He looked at Professor Burns in disbelief, and a bloodstain slid from his forehead. It fell down and dripped on the ground along the towering bridge of the nose covered with blackheads:
"Are you really human?"
He waved again, and the skull sword flew towards him again. Jenkins also rushed out just like before, one person and one sword met again in the air. Not surprisingly, Jenkins still couldn't resist the soul storm composed of millions of souls.
But Wilkawang summoned the sword not to let it fly into his hand. Following the failure of Jenkins' pounce this time, the skull sword flew straight to the slender wooden box on the ground, the sharp blade penetrated the box, and the blade inserted into the body of the long sword in the box. The Class B [Transcendence] bought by the young writer with borrowed money turned into rusty scrap iron at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the skeleton sword trembled in the cold wind, as if celebrating being strong again.
"So it's for this!"
Jenkins suddenly realized, "The principle of cannibalism! He is to strengthen that sword!"
He didn't dare to use [Knowledge Bestow] on Wilkawang, so it's hard to say what will happen. So while leaping forward, he stretched out his fingers to point at his head, and in the void, two slender vines stretched out.
Boom~
Like a knight in heavy armor, Wilkawang, who was covered in white bone armor, punched the professor again, and then, as expected, his right arm was broken, and half of his body was smashed into the wall beside him.
He barely got up, looked up and saw the two vines, his eyes widened as if he saw something incredible. At the same time, the sword automatically flew over through the sky without anyone controlling it, and collided head-on with the vines.
The snake-like plants were not cut down, but instead took greater interest in their prey. They hesitated in the air for less than a second, and then more dense green vines protruded from the air like tentacles, and even the space became unstable.
"what!"
The professor backed away in fright. Jenkins was too far away just now, and he didn't notice that this was Jenkins' ability.
Those green plants had no interest in the burly old man, and flocked to Will Kawan and his sword. The black light broke through the clouds in the next moment, covering the sword and the sword master, completely avoiding the attacks of those tentacle-like plants in the moment before the space moved.
The black light was fleeting, and the vines had no target to attack, and slowly withdrew from the material world. Jenkins and the professor looked at each other, feeling that everything just now was like a dream.
"Two conclusions, that sword is indeed invincible, and that person is really weak."
(Chocolate is running... )
"So your body is now lying in the Church of the Sages?"
Alexia was playing with a jade ring, standing in front of the French windows on the second floor of the banquet hall. Outside is the vast night, and inside is a brightly lit dance party. Her face with light makeup was reflected on the glass of the window, her whole person was somewhat real, but also somewhat illusory.
"Yes, I didn't leave after returning to the church with Professor Burns."
Jenkins stood next to him in a black tuxedo, disguised, of course. He pretended to hold a goblet, but Alexia knew it was grape juice without guessing.
"It's really scary. It's so accurate to find items that can be absorbed by itself. That sword is really scary."
the woman sighed.
"So the only way to win is to kill Wilkawang when the human sword is separated."
"But it's not as easy as it sounds..."
This is a large manor on the outskirts of Loen City. Tonight, Miss Stuart will attend a ball that she cannot refuse. Jenkins came here when he had nothing to do, just to relax here, but only Alexia could be by his side. Her Royal Highness the Third Princess is now entangled in annoying social activities.
"How's the relationship with Miss Stuart recently? I don't think the access to the tower should be a problem anymore."
"Yes, I mentioned it, and Dolores said she could apply for half-day access for me."
Alexia turned around, snatched his glass from Jenkins, took a sip, then returned the glass to him with a frown:
"Oh, Jenkins, it's not juice."
"Yes, the waiter over there told me it's winter, and fresh fruit won't be available until an hour later. It's wine watered down, but it tastes pretty good."
"I think [water for wine] is more appropriate."
It is impossible to eat normally in the projection state. Although eating activities can be carried out, the taste is only one-third of the normal level. Whether it's wine-on-water or water-on-wine, Jenkins tastes like plain water, which is why he's so brave.
Jenkins didn't know anyone in the banquet hall, and the only person who could talk to him was Alexia. After so long of hard work, he is proficient in practicing Hampawa. Miss Stuart thinks that Jenkins is very talented in language.
"The prince from last time was the one we caught during winter hunting. How is it now?"
Jenkins asked.
"It's not dead yet, but it's almost there. Our friend is more ruthless than you think."
"I know, I'm not that innocent. If I'm not cruel, it's hard for Miss Stuart to live to this day."
Jenkins shook his head, picked up the wine glass in his hand and took a sip, feeling nothing.
"When do you plan to come here with your body? As long as you leave a spiritual magnet in Nolan, when you want to go back, project the past and use the phantom, and you can travel between Nolan and Ruen at any time. Are you interested, do it here A short trip? Dolores will entertain you, you've been very tired lately, Jenkins."
the shorter lady suggested, and the cat that caught a glimpse of Jenkins nodded too.
"Wait until the undead thing is over, I really need a vacation with nothing to do..."
He turned his head and saw a man in a wine-red cashmere suit standing at the top of the stairs on the second floor. He was wearing a velvet top hat studded with diamonds, holding a glass of colorless wine in his hand. The body leaned back on the armored knight statue at the end of the stairs as a decoration, looking very lazy.
"coming."
Jenkins reminded.
The purpose of attending the banquet is not only to relax, but more importantly, to trade a weapon against the undead. This was contacted by Alexia and Miss Stuart, and Jenkins was not required to pay for the goods.
This gave him the illusion that he was eating soft food, but if he insisted on giving money, it would hurt the relationship with his friends. For this reason, Jenkins fell into a deep entanglement.
The item traded is B-01-3-8222 [Stone of Life], a type B [Supernatural] that exists in multiples in the material world. The essence of this substance is the condensate of a large number of life spirits. After deposition, compounding, and condensation that humans can't understand at all, it forms a green stone-like thing.
This kind of stone soaked in water can theoretically alleviate most diseases, and even cure some minor diseases that are not serious. But the disadvantage is that the stone will dissolve very quickly after melting water, and a [Stone of Life] cannot be used many times.
Unlike [Universal Elixir], B-01-3-8222 [Stone of Life] soaked in water has no outstanding healing effect, because its real function is embedded in the weapon, giving the weapon extraordinary lethality against undead .
With the silence of necromancy in the material world, it is difficult to find weapons inlaid with the [Stone of Life], so I can only buy and make it myself.
The man who came to deliver the goods was silent, and after confirming the identities of Jenkins and Alexia's buyers, he and the two inspected the transaction in the empty corridor.
The rock was no bigger than Jenkins' palm, and the surface was uneven. Jenkins even doubted that the chocolate could be swallowed in one mouth. But it's just this small piece, and the transaction price is four digits in gold pounds. It is impossible for something with a serial number to be cheap—except for really useless things like [Mr. Hunter's Fruit Bowl].
The biggest disadvantage of [Stone of Life]is its adsorption to metal. Once it touches the metal, it will be firmly fixed on the surface, so it must not be placed in a metal container. The middle-aged man used a wooden box that smelled of rotten wood. From Jenkins' point of view, the wooden box itself was also an antique.
Watching the man leave from the other end of the corridor, Jenkins took the box and Alexia and prepared to return to the banquet hall. Miss Stuart might be waiting for them.
Looking up at the oil painting in the corridor, Jenkins comforted the cat on his shoulder who was a little bored here, and said jokingly:
"Look, the cat isn't as pretty as you."
Chocolate immediately cheered up.
It was a portrait in which the main character was not a lazy cat in a silk scarf but an elderly nobleman in military uniform. Judging by the label below, the person in the painting lived about 60 years ago, a name Jenkins had never heard of.
Alexia patted Jenkins' arm lightly, reminding him not to care about the oil painting, but to move on now.
In the direction of the two of them, a young man in a black formal suit and a white shirt, and a middle-aged woman dressed as a noble lady stood in the middle of the corridor. The man looks very young, with some pitted acne marks on his immature face, and the red and swollen nose may be from anger; the woman is dignified and generous, and the string of silver necklaces around her neck is very luxurious, but her body is plump, which is in line with Jenkins' aesthetics Something doesn't match.
Although these two people dressed up like dance party participants and wore decent clothes, their aura was incompatible with this place.
It's like Chocolate, whether it's with Jenkins or not, people would assume is a well-bred house cat. And the two people in front of them don't look like nobles or people who should appear on this occasion.
These are two gifters, both level 4, and neither Jenkins nor Alexia know each other.
"Sorry, can you let me go? You are in the way."
Jenkins is a very polite guy.
"Two, someone wants to see you."
But the other party was not polite at all.
The appearance of these two people dressed like this explains a lot of problems in itself. There is a high probability that they are the subordinates of one of Miss Stuart's older brothers. As for finding Jenkins and Alexia, it was nothing more than bribery and temptation.
The kind-hearted Mr. Writer looked at his friend, and Alexia signaled him to settle the matter.
"Oh well."
Only Jenkins and Chocolate knew who he was speaking to, but in order to maintain Miss Stuart's dignity, Jenkins did not directly turn the two people in front of him into a vegetable.
"Oh well… "
He repeated, looking hesitant:
"So, who is inviting us?"
"You will know when you go."
The young man who didn't know what he was facing said with a smile.
His attitude is also justified, after all, it is almost impossible to hire or train high-level bestowers in forces other than churches and cultists. The appearance of two fourth-level benefactors surprised Jenkins a little, but he and Alexia are not "ordinary people" in the general sense.
"Let me take a guess..."
The short lady spoke suddenly, her expression was very calm, but Jenkins believed that the crazy calculations were being alerted in her head:
"Salotte Stuart?"
This is Miss Stuart's eldest brother, the eldest prince of the Hampawa Kingdom, and currently the most promising person to wear the crown.
Alexia probably guessed it right. The two people on the opposite side looked at each other after hearing the name, and then stopped talking, walking towards Jenkins and the two in tacit understanding.
"You see, I get into trouble no matter where I am, and it's so annoying."
Jenkins said to his companion, and then let the watching cat step back a little, growled, and turned into a form that was almost a fire element again.
This is a new posture he obtained from the rage of chocolate "death". The immortal flame is almost completely integrated with the body, making Jenkins' posture somewhat similar to the legendary elemental spirit. What's even better is that Jenkins can completely control the ignition of the immortal fire, so even if this trick is used inside someone else's manor, there is no need to worry about causing a fire.
PS: 5K big chapter, ask for tickets.
Another: I have been traveling for a long time this month, and my saved manuscripts have been eaten up a lot. I will add more things in the middle and late next month.