The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 43
That night, the square outside Tingen City Hall was brightly lit and crowded with people. Nobles, councilors, businessmen, and celebrities from all walks of life brought their families with them. Under the double operation of the Backlund Steel Company and the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, they all attended the scene. Get ready to start a special publicity party.

Ivan, who was invited to the meeting, bought a brand new outfit with the assistance of Upton to replace the worn-out jacket and white trousers in the last round-up operation.

But for a long time, Ivan, who has hardly been exposed to this style of dressing, is sitting in the VIP seat near the stage at this moment, sweeping the black and shiny leather shoes under his feet, and the meticulous formal clothes on his body, and takes off the wide-brimmed jazz hat awkwardly He lowered and adjusted the bow tie around his neck.

At the same time, I was full of nostalgia deep in my heart, and sighed helplessly: "It feels like going to the beach...but the tie around the neck is too tight, just like going to the gallows."

"I really like looser clothes."

Silently complaining, Aiwen could clearly feel that after the news about the bicycle spread, as the digestion of the potion accelerated, he gradually remembered more of the buried past, including but not limited to some memory details from the 2K era.

Compared with his leisurely, Upton, who was sitting next to him and was trying to memorize the manuscript, was so anxious that he was sweating a little at the moment.

As the inventor of the bicycle, Aiwen easily pushed out the stage where he was supposed to give a speech, and acting captain Ikanser pushed him out as it should be.

But since graduating from school, as a failed, underappreciated inventor, he had never encountered such a scene.

Happiness came too suddenly. The moment he informed his parents to attend the party, he obviously felt the surprise of the other party. He also saw his former classmates, teachers, and neighbors who were unbelievable after insinuating insinuations in the brightly lit square.

So much so that at this moment, his mind was filled with similar images, and he couldn't even remember a single word of the speech he had prepared in his hand.

"Upton, Upton?"

Ikanser, who slipped out of nowhere, was wearing a formal suit and a half-height silk bowler hat, pressing his originally fluffy hair straight.

He reached out and patted Upton's shoulder again, seeing that he had recovered, so he said with a smile:
"The party is about to start, you should go to the backstage to prepare, remember not to be too nervous."

"Okay..." Upton nodded ignorantly, and then walked towards the direction Ikanser was pointing at as if sleepwalking.

Seeing the other party leave, Ikanser, the captain of the Backlund parish, did not show any restraint. He sat down on the vacant chair and asked Aiwen with a sigh of relief:

"how do you feel?"

Knowing that the other party was asking about his impressions of the party, Aiwen nodded slightly as he glanced at the crowded crowd in the square and the stage that was being heated up:

"not bad!"

Then he pointed to the center of the stage, several young girls wearing long-legged stockings and tight dance costumes, who were riding bicycles in circles, paused and added with a chuckle:
"It's like entering an acrobatic troupe, um... a little bourgeois."

"Bo... Qiaoya?" Ikanser tilted his head, obviously not understanding the meaning of the homonym.

In this regard, Ai Wen did not further explain, but quickly changed the topic and said: "There are so many people here tonight, the security pressure should be great?"

"Indeed! We not only mobilized a large number of police forces, but also invited other official teams from Tingen."

Lowering his voice, he pointed to a few corners that were not too conspicuous, but at the same time gave an overview of the overall situation. Only then did Ikanser explain to Aiwen in detail the experience of deploying the security work.

But when he mentioned this, he couldn't help but want to scratch the fluffy hair on his head. When he was in Backlund before, he was more troubled by this kind of work. On the one hand, he had to prevent people from sabotaging large-scale events. On the other hand, ordinary people cannot be allowed to see the battle between superhumans.

Generally speaking, the Nighthawks team of the Church of the Evernight Goddess has an absolute advantage in dealing with such incidents. They can forcibly pull the target into the dreamland and beat them in turn.

The heart of the machine is not bad. After all, even if it is a large-caliber firearm or a revolving machine gun, ordinary people will feel panic, but they will not be too surprised.

The worst among them is the Punisher of the Church of the Lord of Storms. His devilish and muscular man-like violent style of play can knock down several walls at every turn, twist the destroyer into twists, or can't hide it at all with lightning, wind, and water spells.

Of course, these "big light bulbs" still have some gaps compared with the Eternal Sun Church.

Just as Ikanser pointed and introduced the situation to Aiwen, in a corner near the viewing stand, Leonard, who was dressed like a wandering poet and had complicated lace cuffs on his suit cuffs, complained sarcastically:

"Look, the people in the mechanical heart have become VIPs at the viewing stand, but those of us who came to help have become bodyguards."

Next to him, Klein, who was also wearing a formal suit but had a bookish air, shrugged his shoulders and said, "They should be under a lot of pressure in the VIP seats, after all, there are some famous and respected figures in Tingen City."

After all, he sighed helplessly in his heart: "I was going to try my best to find a leak in this area before, but I didn't expect that such a coincidence would be made first."

"It looks like that guy made a lot of money on bicycles."

Heartbroken, Klein wondered whether he should learn from old Neil's way of paying bills and ease his tight financial situation, but Klein, who felt that he couldn't hold back his face, suddenly heard an ethereal whisper in his ear. whisper.

"Someone is chanting the honorable name of the fool?"

"Who could it be so late?"

After rubbing himself clean, he said hello to his colleagues before the party started, and slipped into the bathroom after turning around.

Walking four steps backwards to the huge palace above the gray mist, and seeing the crimson stars representing the Hanged Man shrinking and expanding, Klein stretched out his hand to spread his spirituality.

An illusory projection with the Hanged Man Alger as the main body immediately appeared in front of his eyes.

Alger, who was wearing a black cloak and seemed to be in a small bathroom, said in a devout prayer posture:
"Great Mister Fool, please tell the priest that I have already found the supernatural item he needs at the underground fair. Even high-level extraordinary people are not immune, and its negative effect is that the longer you stay in the dream, the less chance you will wake up..."

"Because its danger has reached the level of a Level 2 Sealed Artifact, the seller's asking price is relatively high. Combined with the commission I drew, the total price is 3300 pounds. If the priest wants to buy it, please tell him. I will go to Pritz Harbor in two days. On Yapeng Street in the Rose District, Warrior and Sea Bar trades with sellers on the spot, which can be converted into gems and gold."

"3300 pounds!"

After watching the video of the Hanged Man praying, Klein was speechless for a while:
"That's enough to buy a townhouse in an exclusive neighborhood in Tingen!"

"Captain Dunn, who has the highest salary among us, is less than one-third of the deal in one year. No wonder the Hanged Man said that it can be converted with gems and gold."

"If I had such a sum of money, I would have achieved financial freedom long ago..."

After mumbling for a while, the poor fool Klein threw the prayer image of the Hanged Man directly into the crimson star representing the sacrifice.

The next moment, Aiwen, who was chatting with Ikanser, suddenly discovered that a boundless gray-white fog enveloped the vision in front of him.

In the depths of the mist rushing like a waterfall, comparable to a giant's palace, a vague figure sitting on the long bronze table is watching his every move.

The sudden situation made Aiwen's body tense instantly, subconsciously stretched his fingers into his arms, and grabbed Brenes who was hiding under the collar of the formal suit to watch the excitement.

Be ready to throw it out at any time, so that you can use your emotions to guide "psychic resonance" to gain temporary combat power.

In this state, it was not until the image of the Hanged Man appeared in the waterfall formed by mist, and after understanding the whole story, Aiwen's tense body began to relax slowly, and the vision that appeared in his vision gradually disappeared.

Next to him, Ikanser, who noticed Aiwen's emotional changes, looked around and found nothing unusual, and asked with some doubts, "Did something happen?"

"He didn't see it?" Ivan raised his brows, and suddenly got up and covered his abdomen and said:
"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back later..."

After finishing speaking, he put on a uncomfortable look and decisively turned around and left the viewing stand, leaving only Ikanser rubbing his stomach subconsciously, and muttering to himself: "I said that the radish soup is too much." Well, gotta suggest to Dick to cross that thing off of dinner."

(End of this chapter)