said the old man.

　　 "Those cultists want to prevent us from participating in the negotiation, will they release the deceit...It seems that there is such a possibility."

　　 The carriage left from the bridge head, and after turning around, it first drove north along the Pisman Commercial Street for a certain distance, then turned east under the big sign with "Mr. Laurie's Jewelry Shop", and entered the straight road obliquely to the northeast.

　　 then rolled over the stone road and continued to drive north. After turning east at the second intersection, he could see the river bank again.

　　 No one was protesting at the bridge head here, and the carriage where Jenkins and Dad were drove smoothly on the bridge. Immediately behind them, another four-wheeled carriage also drove over and accelerated on the bridge so that the two carriages drove side by side.

At the moment when the two windows were extremely close, the other side's car window was pushed abruptly, and then a metal cane was stretched out, destroying the wooden car window on Jenkins's side with one blow, before he and his father were waiting. With some action, a steam bomb releasing hot steam was thrown in.

　　 "Steam bomb!"

　　 Dad yelled, and then saw Jenkins take the bomb. As the cold air in the hands came out, the bomb was covered with a layer of ice at a speed visible to the naked eye.

　　 The moisture in the hot steam speeds up the freezing of the entire bomb.

　　 After confirming that the bomb would not explode, Jenkins stopped the carriage, and then went to the bridge with his father under an umbrella.

　　 The carriage that attacked them did not leave, but stopped at the bridge head not far away. Standing in front of the carriage were two men wearing black coats of the same style, neither of them brought umbrellas, just standing in the rain.

"do you know?"

　　 Jenkins asked Dad.

　　 "How do I know each other?"

　　 asked the old man.

　　 And before the two spoke to each other, the two spoke first:

　　 "We can actually settle disputes more peacefully."

　　 The sound is very fuzzy in the rain.

　　 "Your peace is to throw a steam bomb?"

　　 Jenkins threw the big ice tuft in his hand to the ground. It rolled twice before staying in the rain.

"To be fair, everyone knows that throwing a steam bomb to a high-level gifter is no different from throwing a cantaloupe of the same size. We don't want to hurt you. Our mission is that you have to stay for two hours. If you two are willing, there is a bar over there and we can pay for it."

　　 "Who are you? Gear craftsman or tree house?"

　　 Jenkins asked.

　　 "Sorry sir, we don't understand what you are talking about."

　　 The chill spreads out from under Jenkins' feet, and the ice layer grows slowly on the rain-covered bridge deck. The old man murmured a **** that Jenkins couldn't understand. As the spell was uttered, the fluctuation of the spirit meant that the battle had begun.

　　 The two sides were in the middle of the bridge and at one end of the bridge. Before close contact, the old man’s spells had an effect first. There is no teammate protection mechanism in this world, and the ability of range action also has an effect on Jenkins. But the influence he received was very small, he just barely distinguished that this was a spell that disturbed people's spirits.

　　 He dropped his umbrella and rushed forward under the rain, while the ice layer touched the two enemies one step ahead of him. The moment the puddle under my feet freezes, the shoes have actually been frozen on the ground. But the two didn't want to move either, instead they took out the glass bottles and threw them at Jenkins.

　　 Both bottles looked empty, but Jenkins didn't care.

　　 With a wipe of his right hand in the air, a series of raindrops formed a large ice plate under the action of the freezing ice. The ice board was thrown out by Jenkins, and after hitting the two glass bottles, the glass bottles flew back upside down.

　　 The bottle fell under the feet of two strangers. At the moment it broke, the dazzling white flash made people subconsciously close their eyes like a high-power gas lamp suddenly lit in the dark.

　　 When Dad and Jenkins opened their eyes again, the stranger had disappeared, leaving two pairs of shoes and ice residue on the spot.

"Just now it was an alchemy item used only by the cultists of the [Light Chaser Club]. They were called flash bombs. Under their unique magical ability, those who are exposed to those rays of light will not be able to for a period of time. See the people who use the power."

　　 "Equivalent to invisibility?"

　　 "Yes, this is the most effective stealth method known so far. Most of the detection spells and abilities are unrecognizable."

　　 Jenkins blinked. Normal vision could not catch the two high-level gifters, but the aura in the real eye could not be hidden.

　　 "But why is it the [Light Chaser Club]? They also cooperate with the difference engine?"

　　 Jenkins asked again.

　　 "No, I think it's just a certain cooperation with Treehouse. Don't forget the purpose of today's negotiation."

　　 Dad reminded him, watching the surroundings vigilantly, trying to find the enemy through the abnormal fall of rain.

"Oh, I see. The negotiated agreement will definitely impose stricter restrictions on the preaching and activities of these cultists like the "Tower Agreement" at the end of the last era. Therefore, even if there is no common interest, as long as Cultists will certainly not be happy that our negotiations proceed normally."

　　 His fist suddenly flicked to the right, and then it hit the human-shaped chest that was invisible to the naked eye. The invisible man originally had a way to let the rain fall naturally in his body, but his heart was suddenly hit. Unable to control his body, he knocked out a human-shaped water screen in the rain.

　　 He flew upside down and almost fell off the bridge. When he wanted to get up, Jenkins had already arrived in front of him, holding an ice gun made of rainwater, and pointed at his throat with a sharp ice thorn:

　　 "You can try to see if I can kill."

　　 "This is not right, isn't it said in the intelligence that you are a seventh-level gifter who is proficient in vitality manipulation?"

　　 The man raised his head in astonishment and asked, he didn't expect the failure to come so straightforwardly.

　　 "There is nothing wrong with the intelligence, it's just not comprehensive."

Chapter 2026 Chapter 1960: Unrest in the City

　　 At the same time that Jenkins ended the battle, the father's side was also over. Dad didn't catch the trace of the invisible guy until the end, but when the opponent tried to attack with a spell, Dad suddenly appeared in front of a layer of elastic air film that was also invisible.

　　 The ability of spells does not originally have a substance, and is essentially a way of action of the spirit. But after the spirit wave approached that layer of membrane, the enemy's spell was actually rebounded.

　　 Dad stood there without moving, letting the enemy be attacked by his own abilities. The curse of the cultist is an ability that can make the body irreversible. However, the rebounded curse did not hit the key point, but only eliminated the user’s own right arm and a layer of skin on the body, but It has also made him lose the ability to fight with the old man.

　　 caught two prisoners, and without much interrogation, they knew that they were indeed members of the [Light Chaser Club], and before they came out to perform their tasks, they were ready to go back and forth.

"We got the exact news, William, we know that you are a candidate for the savior. This time, we didn’t plan to go back alive. But what? It’s not just the two of us who came to intercept you, but also It’s not just our organization. There is still a long way to go. I wish you a good time."

　　Although they had already sensed from the words that the two of them were determined to die, before they turned into light with a smile, Jenkins and Dad had no time to stop them. [Light Chaser Club] Its own pursuit is to transform from the physical state into complete light like the gods they believe in, although their methods are often irreversible, and they do not exist in the form of light but are really broken down. Up. But using this method for suicide is really difficult to prevent.

　　 "How many things will you encounter next? I think the church is right, and the road will not be safe."

　　 After confirming that the cultists had committed suicide, Jenkins asked and walked to the carriage with his father.

"Of course, now in places we can't see, more and more dangerous things are happening. We are just a bait on the surface. And, I don’t know if you noticed it, they actually know that you are a world tree seedling. , This is only known to the Tree House and Gear Craftsmen Association."

　　 "You mean those two organizations planned today's action behind the scenes?"

　　 The two were talking, and they didn't even get on the carriage again when they heard a loud bang from a distance.

　　 turned his head, and the four-storey gray-black building that stood on the other side of the river collapsed to one side in the light of fire and people's exclamation. Even with such a heavy rain, it did not completely suppress the smoke and dust generated by the collapse of the building.

　　 "Look, that's what I mean."

　　 Papa said as he prepared the ceremony, he used a triangular spell to inform the church of what had just happened here.

　　 Jenkins dried his whole body with flames, and touched the cat that had just been left on the carriage:

"It's terrible, I don't know who was attacked this time, but it doesn't seem to be the route we're going to go through. Britney and Julia will also go to church in a while, or we will go back the same way now and pick them up. go together?"

　　 He is particularly worried about the girls at home.

　　 "The church knows that you are the focus of the attack, so it specifically arranged for them not to follow you. Don't worry about Jenkins, Miss Bevanna will pick them up in person later. They are much safer than us."

　　 "That's good...The church arranges for demigods to pick them up, how can you arrange for you to pick me up?"

　　 "Are you despising me?"

　　 asked the old man.

　　 "No, oh dad, how come I have such a terrible idea?"

　　 Jenkins denied immediately.

　　 "And, do you need the demigod protection of the church?"

　　 Dad asked again, this time Jenkins shook his head decisively and denied it again.

"Look, so the church just arranged for me to pick you up in the end. To be honest, the most troublesome thing today is not that the cultists will cause riots around the city, nor that they will attack the participants on our side. The most troublesome thing The thing is whether believers of lies will come."

　　 "Didn't they already agree?"

　　 The carriage started slowly, and Jenkins argued for the believers of the lie.

　　 "You want us to believe a bunch of scammers?"

　　 "But there must be evidence, right?"

　　 "It was Stevier who proposed this possibility. She seemed to think that... the believers of the lie were not very concerned about this negotiation, as if it didn't matter whether they participated or not."

　　 Dad touched his chin, wondering if it would be another trap this time. Jenkins looked at the river view outside the window:

　　 "They will definitely be there."

　　 The cultists did not madly install explosives directly under the bridge, blowing Jenkins and the carriage into the sky, so the group of people passed the bridge safely.

After 　　 got off the bridge, because the collapsed building was not on their way forward, there was no need to detour.

　　 Jenkins is still suspicious of what kind of accident he will encounter next, but the old man has an expression that he does not need to worry about. What he cares about is whether Jenkins will perform poorly due to the consumption on the road during the negotiation for a while.

Immediately after crossing the bridge, I entered the gentle downhill area connected to the bridge deck. This area used to be an area that was sure to be submerged every five years in the rainy season. Later, due to municipal planning and upstream water storage, it became every It will be submerged only once in a heavy rain that is rare in more than ten years.

Most of the residents near 　　 are poor. The houses are old and old, and the steam pipes on the walls are covered with mottled rust, which is completely different from the bustling scene a few streets away. In the gloomy rainy weather, you can even feel the smell of "poverty" and "desolation" as if permeating the air. This is also one of the lowest portrayals of Nolan, a bustling industrial and commercial city.

　　 "Since I am a king, maybe I can solve the problem here."

　　 Jenkins looked at the **** on the low gambling wall on the side of the street outside the window, and suddenly spoke.

　　 Because Jenkins refused to continue discussing the topic of negotiation, the old man who picked up the newspaper said without raising his head:

　　 "Oh, Your Majesty William, no matter what era there will be poor people, you can't change it."

　　 honorifics must be used for satirical purposes.

"I know that there are poor people at all times. After all, if there are no poor people, there will be no rich people. This is a relative concept. Unless it is done... But poverty can also be divided into many degrees. I think, I can at least So that people don’t have to live in such a place."

　　 "You will be a good king, Jenkins."

　　 This is a sincere compliment, Jenkins smiled and nodded:

　　 "I hope so too. Speaking of which, father, are you interested in..."

"not interested."

Chapter 2027 The first thousand nine hundred and ninety-seventh chapter cat and shadow

　　 Unexpectedly, the old man would give an answer so quickly, Jenkinston continued to ask after a while:

　　 "Father, do you know what I have to say?"

　　 "Of course you know-you want to invite me to be a consultant? Oh, no, I have no such interest."

　　 Jenkins then stopped mentioning this topic. Daddy looked down at the newspaper quietly, Jenkins petted his cat quietly, and chocolate had a quiet morning nap.

　　 But the carriage stopped again.

　　 "Guess what this time?"

　　Papa put the newspaper aside, and asked in a clattering sound.

　　 "Anything is good, but I swear that no one can stop me from going to the church."

　　 The two got off the carriage again under the umbrella, and the coachman fled to the side alley very interestingly, and the chocolate bared a head from the carriage and looked out.

　　 This time it was a beautifully dressed woman standing on the muddy street in a bright red dress in rainy weather. The woman did not hold an umbrella and let the rain wash herself.

　　 But she hasn't been soaked by the heavy summer rain, and she doesn't even have her facial makeup spoiled by the rain. It's obviously in the rain, but the clothes on her body are still neat and clean. In the dim light, it is as beautiful as the whole person is glowing.

　　 This weird everything looks abnormal, so Jenkins blinked:

　　 "Class B is extraordinary."

　　 He said, the old man nodded, lowered his head and thought for a while, and directly said the name of the other party:

　　 "B-09-2-7083 [Bright Red Dancer]."

　　 "It doesn't sound like it is dangerous."

　　 "The law in nature: small bugs with bright skin are the most dangerous. This law actually has a certain value for numbered items. I think we are in trouble."

　　 "What's the trouble? Isn't the other party a dancer? Could it be that her characteristic is to use dance to kill?"

"No, no, this lady's characteristics are not dangerous, but very troublesome. Simply put, once she is stared at, she must accompany her to dance a dance that satisfies her, otherwise the unlucky guys who are stared at are everywhere. Can't go. It's not dangerous, but it's a waste of time."

　　 Hearing what the old man said, Jenkins thought for a while and asked the key question: