The Master of the Strange Realm

"I know you have a lot of questions, but now I don't have much time. I wanted to go to you to say goodbye, but now I met you."

"Farewell? Where are you going..."

Mr. Hood frowned first, then pointed in the direction of the tower:

"Where is it? Why are you in such a hurry? I thought that after identifying the real savior, the church would first organize a large-scale test operation. Why would you let you take the risk immediately... It's like pushing you It’s like going out to die.”

"Don't say that, this is also my own decision. The specific explanation is very, very complicated. But it can be simply said that if I don't enter the tower immediately, then the material world will face the birth of a materialized disaster. That's not something a mortal can fight against.

Moreover, all the disasters so far have originated from the machine hidden underground in this city. As long as it is solved, people can completely change the disaster that has begun to come through their own efforts. We have made the world what it is, and we also have a responsibility to change the world back to what it was. "

"That being said...are you too anxious? Candle first...Jenkins, you are very confident in yourself, right?"

He tried to get a positive answer, but Jenkins didn't have one:

"I really can't answer this kind of thing."

Mr. Hood seemed to be discouraged at once:

"I didn't expect such a thing. My friend is the savior. This is of course an honor, but it is so dangerous... I said I would repay you last time. With the help of Mr. White Cat and Mr. Black Cat, I A good thing has been found, but it will take some time to get it, and now it may be too late.”

"It doesn't matter. For the current situation, one or two weapons are no longer important."

"But that's... nothing. It's a shame."

Mr. Hood cares about his friends very much. When Mr. Birch passed away last year, he was sad for a long time. At this time, I desperately hoped that I could help my friends, but I found that I was really powerless. He doesn't care what Mr. Candle's identity is. As long as the other party is not a bad person, then it is a good thing that Mr. Candle is Jenkins Willamt. This means that he will lose a gift to attend the wedding.

"Disasters at the end of an era are always like this. Everyone wants to participate, but there are only one or two people who can play a decisive role."

The old elf spoke at the right time, and then asked:

"Speaking of which, what did you want to do when you came to me?"

"Oh, sir, now that things are like this outside, I want you to move in with me so that you can take care of me."

Mr. Hood then talked about his purpose of coming here, but the old elf immediately waved his hand:

"No need, I like this place. Just now Jenkins even suggested that I move to the church, but I didn't agree. Don't worry, since I'm lucky enough to be alive now, I won't not cherish my life. You don't have to care about me, I'm very safe here."

Because this might be the last goodbye, Jenkins didn't want to leave with any secrets, so he told Mr. Hood truthfully about killing Mr. Hood's father, the cursed Kamel.

Mr. Hood didn't show any surprise or pain. He nodded with a very cold expression and didn't even speak. This is not because he is angry at Jenkins, but because of the special relationship between Mr. Hood and Old Kamel and his son. That complicated love-hate relationship will not disappear with the death of Old Kamel. Mr. Forgot.

He will never forgive his father or forget him. It was unforgettable hatred, but at the same time, there was also incomprehension that his biological father would do such a thing, and a longing for the father's love that would never appear.

But no matter what, he didn't want to mention that person again. Even though he was tossing and turning late at night, he would go back to the day when his arm was cut off countless times, but he was unwilling to tell anyone, nor was he willing to be mentioned by anyone.

Relatively speaking, Jenkins killed Old Kamel, which was nothing to Mr. Hood. Killing old Kamel is equivalent to liberating him from the curse. It is really difficult to tell whether this is right or wrong.

Before leaving the old elf's apartment, Jenkins asked Mr. Hood for the addresses of Mr. Black Cat and Mr. White Cat, intending to visit these two friends. At the same time, he also told Mr. Hood that Miss Magic and Miss Silver Flute are now in the Sage Church, so there is no need to worry about their safety.

"If something really terrible happens, you, Mr. Black Cat, and Mr. White Cat can take your family to the church to take refuge. Even if I'm gone, you just need to say that you know Miss Lark from the Music Church, Heather. Wei also has a way to let you in."

Before parting, Jenkins said to his friend. Mr. Hood opened his arms and hugged Jenkins:

"We will definitely meet again, right?"

The middle-aged man looked a little sentimental.

"Yes, I will definitely do it again. I'm also looking forward to the wedding gift you will give me and Hathaway."

Jenkins assured.

The old elf stood in front of the living room, watching through the cracks in the curtains as Jenkins and Mr. Hood separated downstairs.

The elf sighed and sat back on the sofa. He put his arms on his legs and spread his feet apart. He hung his head and felt depressed for a while, then suddenly raised his right hand and pressed his ear:

"Yes, I understand."

He raised his head and said to the ceiling, then stood up again and looked at the elven books in the entire living room, muttering to himself:

"Although my attempts have never been successful, and I have never expected to succeed, this time the situation is special, so it will definitely succeed. This time, it is not for myself."

Chapter 2079 Chapter 2048: The Tragedy of the Craftsmen Guild

After saying goodbye to Mr. Hood, Jenkins was also a little sentimental. He checked the time and planned to finish the visit as soon as possible and then return to the church, so that he could catch lunch and the cat on his shoulder would not have any objections.

The warm ash is still floating from the sky. When you look up, you can see the belly of the mechanical whale appearing under the black clouds, and then slowly disappearing.

He whistled, summoned the unicorn, and wanted to fly directly to his destination. He had just put on his black robe to prevent his identity from being exposed. Unexpectedly, a person actually stumbled into the depths of the thick fog.

It was an old man holding his abdomen and wearing a black robe. His abdomen continued to drip blood, leaving an obvious blood mark on the ashes-covered ground.

Even if you don't sense the opponent's vitality, you can tell that he is dying just from the way he walks and the amount of bleeding. This was not a person that Jenkins knew, and he did not have any identifiable items on his person. Therefore, Jenkins guessed that this person might have planned to go to the church to participate in negotiations today, but unfortunately encountered an unexpected follower of the false god.

Although it might delay time, he still went forward with the cat and unicorn, intending to rescue the man. The boots stepped on the soft ashes, and the sound of footsteps was very light, but the strange gifter still noticed the person walking towards him immediately. He stood alertly holding the wall with one hand, his chapped lips trembling as he wanted to speak, but his eyes immediately caught the unicorn.

This is a very recognizable mount. Only one type of people in Nolan can walk with a unicorn:

"Believers of lies..."

He leaned against the wall, keeping himself from falling, while looking at Jenkins who was walking towards him. Although it is difficult to read a person's eyes, Jenkins thinks that he has understood it this time. The look in his eyes means happiness:

"Don't worry, I'll heal you. You're saved."

he said.

"No need, you can't cure me."

"You are doubting my strength, even though I am not a natural church..."

"No, my body is missing three important parts, and I will definitely die within ten minutes. Relatively speaking, the trauma to the intestines and internal organs is not very important."

The old man finally couldn't stand anymore and slowly slid down against the low wall on the street. He didn't try to get back to his feet, but just forced himself into a sitting position, leaning against the wall. The wound on his abdomen was still bleeding, staining the ashes underneath him red.

"......Component?"

"Occasionally I have to do the right thing, but I didn't expect that fate would really help me and actually let me meet a believer in lies. No need to guess, I am a member of the Gear Craftsmen Guild."

"what happened?"

Jenkins stopped and squinted his eyes to look at him. First of all, of course, he wanted to determine whether there was a suicide bomb or something like that on the other person, but this time he really thought too much.

"There will be no more craftsmen."

"What did you say?"

"I mean, from now on, the organization represented by the name [Gear Craftsmen's Guild] will no longer exist. Even if my Lord's followers form a new religious order, the past [Gear Craftsmen's Guild] will not exist. No traces left.”

He smiled bitterly, then spat out a mouthful of blood. To be more precise, it was a mixture of oil and blood. There was probably no shortage of mechanical components inside the old man's body.

The dirty red blood of unknown composition fell onto the ashes on the road, corroding the ashes and producing a foul-smelling black smoke. This means that in addition to being physically disabled, he also suffered from a terrible curse.

"Except for me, there will not be more than ten people who will survive. I don't know if the other two chief priests have arranged other plans, but I really have no preparations on my side."

Jenkins took two steps forward and squatted in front of him, tapping the other person's arm to explore the inside of the body. The other party is indeed a member of the Gear Craftsmen Guild. No other organization can master this unique mechanical technology. Moreover, from a long distance, Jenkins' eyes did not notice the mechanical structure in the opponent's body. This kind of technology was something Jenkins had never encountered before.

The other party's physical condition was very complicated, and he was indeed on the verge of death. If he could meet Jenkins half an hour earlier, then Jenkins could completely cure him, but I'm afraid that's not possible now. This body has reached its limit, and Jenkins will not easily create bodies for others. He uses this ability as much as possible.

"What happened to you? I once met someone from the Craftsmen's Guild. He told me that even within the Craftsmen's Guild, there are different opinions on helping the difference engine. Is it because of this? Something happened within the Craftsmen's Guild. Rebellion?"

"Difference machine? Yes, that's what you call 'Great Wisdom'. It's not that there's a rebellion within us, it's that there's a problem within our alliance."

Jenkins thought for a while and came up with the correct answer:

"tree house?"

"You really know us. Yes, the main organizations that help you with what you call the Difference Machine are only us and the Tree House. We mainly provide mechanical technology assistance, they provide modern mysticism assistance, and have been doing things for the Great Wisdom that no one knows. The Tree House is actually very mysterious. We learned their specific information from the Orthodox Church that deliberately leaked it on the black market."

He suddenly closed his mouth, and his body was ticking like a timed steam bomb. Jenkins wanted to reach out, but was stopped by the old man.

It took a while for the sound to disappear, and he continued to speak, but his voice became deeper:

"Our relationship with the Tree House and the Great Wisdom is very complicated. If we explain it, we will not be able to finish it until tomorrow morning."

There was no sunlight in the sky, only the light from the street lamps on the roadside provided light for the two. Jenkins noticed that after the previous series of voices, the man in front of him looked even worse:

"Let's make a long story short. Why did the Tree House want to eliminate you? They found that some of you actually disagreed with helping the Difference Machine?"

"No, that's not the reason. They knew about it a long time ago, but they didn't care."

"So, is it because you suddenly don't want the world to end, so you took the initiative to provoke disputes?"

Jenkins guessed again.

"Of course not. If it was really us who took the initiative to rebel, then at least the Craftsmen would not be wiped out in a hurry."

"Why is that?"

"Because Jenkins Williamette and you defeated the Difference Machine."

"We didn't defeat it, and neither did that Williamette. And even if we defeated it, what does it have to do with you?"

Chapter 2080 Chapter 2049 Four minus one

Hearing Jenkins' question, the old man leaning against the low wall on the street laughed dryly:

"The power displayed by the Sage Son and you believers of lies far exceeds the estimation of Great Wisdom, and also exceeds the estimation of the tree house and us. Yesterday in the ocean in front of the pier, the power used by the Sage Son far exceeded the ordinary Son, and even approached the saint walking in the world. Do you know how terrible this is? And you guys were able to steal its "Lord of All Machines" power later. You know, "Great Wisdom" is the origin of all intelligent machines, plus the layout of this entire era Only after the establishment of the original steam engine, did they have the qualification to declare, but you easily stole it.

So the differential engine was afraid and planned to enter the tower in advance to complete the final fusion; the tree house was also afraid, because the enemy's strength was far beyond their expectations. So, they took us as sacrifices. "

"Sacrifice?"

"The differential engine needs to use the brain of a person who is proficient in mechanical common sense as a lubricant to fuse the original steam engine... Oh, look at your expression. The tree house needs a large number of sin-stained benefactors to summon the void things to weaken the power of the savior before the savior enters the tower. Don't ask me what the void things are, I don't know either.

The Artisans have no use for them anymore, so yesterday after Great Wisdom declared himself the 'Lord of All Machines', he launched a purge against us underground. The battle lasted for a day and a night. If it weren't for the tricks used by the tree house, we wouldn't have been defeated so badly..."

Jenkins then realized that he was opening his mouth. These things were really incredible, but the logic was indeed smooth:

"So you all just died like this? Are you planning to go to the Sage Church?"

"Yes, since they dare to do this, do you think I will hide in the corner and wait for death, or give them some surprises before I die?"

As he said this, he threw the unstained The bloody hand was put into his arms to take something:

"I have been wandering around in my life, doing all kinds of bad things, and encountering bad luck countless times. I didn't expect that I would want to do a "good thing" by chance before I died, and fate finally favored me once, and let you appear here directly. Could it be that those ridiculous stories are true, and only those who do good things can be favored by fate? This is for you, this is..."

"Wait a minute, sit here and don't move, I'll be back soon."

Jenkins, who was squatting, stood up and looked at the other end of the foggy street. A man dressed like a magician with a red ball in his right hand came over.

He was wearing an exaggerated white suit, a black cloak behind him, a flat-top silk hat on his head, and a monocle on his face.

The level of the gifter is the standard level eight, which means that all blank bubbles have been filled. Including the hat, there are 5 A-type and B-type items on the body, and even a dagger-shaped C-type gift, but it has not been taken out yet.

This is a typical human demigod with peak combat power. He has not been mechanically modified or promoted in strange ways. He is a standard eighth-level demigod.

Needless to say, this is the demigod of the tree house. Yesterday, I learned from the arrested cult members that there are only four demigods with intact combat power in the tree house. This is probably one of them.

In other words, there are only three left in the tree house now.

"Who are you?"

The magician asked, and then saw the unicorn:

"Ms. Fabry?"

When seeing a male believer in lies, it is common sense that the tree house would not suspect that the person is Miss Fabry at the first time, unless the tree house has learned that the believers in lies are almost completely wiped out by the differential machine. But the problem is that the differential machine already knows that all the believers in lies are Jenkins. He only needs to explain and the tree house will know that Miss Fabry does not exist at all.

"So, it really does not completely trust you."

The differential machine did not reveal this very important information to the tree house.

"Madam, what did you say?"

"I said, you should call me 'Sir'."

The bright sword light cut through the thick fog and slashed forward. The magician pulled the cloak behind him in front of him, and disappeared behind the cloak with a slight pull. The sword only cut off the cloak.

Blinking his eyes, he saw the invisible magician trying to pass through the roof of the house facing the street, bypassing Jenkins to attack the dying old man.

Jenkins swung his sword again, forcing the magician to come down from the roof. But he was like Spider-Man, with his limbs attached to the wall perpendicular to the interface, making a wet "da da da" sound while rushing towards the old man quickly.

The little beast let out a soft cry, and the horn on its head emitted a little glow. Under that light, the magician, who was moving forward in a strange posture, peeled off the wall at once, and fell heavily to the ground while black smoke came out of his palm.

Jenkins took two quick steps to meet him, and the magician also hurriedly got up, put his hands together, inserted the little finger, ring finger and middle finger of his right hand into the gap between the middle finger and ring finger of his left hand, put his two index fingers together, and moved his lips painted with bright red lipstick slightly, and then pointed at Jenkins.

Jenkins immediately felt the chill, which was not because of the change in the surrounding temperature, but because the clothes on his upper body were decaying, as if time made these ordinary clothes old.

"What do you mean? Oh, this is a curse, but it's a pity that it doesn't work on me."