The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 44 The Crowded Bathroom
When I came to the washroom inside the city hall, Ivan had just closed the compartment door when Brenes asked impatiently, "What did you see so nervously?"

"You didn't notice any abnormality at all?"

"Uh...no!" After thinking carefully for a while, Brenes shook his puppet's head.

"It seems that that guy is much stronger than I imagined!" Ivan's mood suddenly became a little dignified.

Not only did Ikanser, a senior deacon, not notice the abnormality, but even Brenes, who claimed to be very powerful and could accurately distinguish Tris' aura, didn't notice it either.

"Then shall we pray to him?"

While thinking about it, Ai Wen sat on the toilet and lightly scrubbed his clean and unshaven chin, with a tangled look on his face.

The honorific name and the way of praying were actually announced by the Fool after the first gathering. From the words and deeds of Miss Justice and the Hanged Man in the second gathering, it can be seen that they have obviously tried and achieved success .

It's just that as a member of the Tarot Society, he has never acted, because he doesn't bother to pray to existences other than the emperor.

The second is that they are more sensitive to such incidents due to the influence of the subspace evil gods.

That's why when the Fool's image suddenly appeared, he subconsciously showed vigilance and hostility.

"But the current problem is that the hope of untying one's own combat power is right in front of you. Once you get an item that can pull people into dreams, you will be able to solve many difficult situations."

"If I wait until the next meeting to express my purchase intention, the Hanged Man who stopped by to inquire about the news may have left the underground trading place long ago, and the other party may not necessarily advance the huge sum of 3300 pounds for me."

After hesitating for a while, Ai Wen finally made up his mind: must get that thing!

Then he walked out of the cubicle decisively and took a candle, went back to the toilet and silently recited the name of the fool, and asked him to tell the hanged man his purchase intention.

At the same time, in the palace above the gray mist, Klein silently observed the young man crying and praying in another crimson star, and let out a helpless sigh after a long time.

Because the upper limit of physical and spirituality is not enough, and a place is crowded by the priest who suddenly appeared, he was unable to pull the young man in the dark into the gray fog and become a new member of the Tarot Society.

If you want to complete this kind of operation, you can only wait until you have digested the potion of Sequence Nine and promoted to Sequence Eight before attempting it.

"Recently, the feedback from the Fortune Teller Club is not bad, it seems that I need to go a few more times!"

Thinking of this, when Klein was about to escape from the gray mist and return to his body, he suddenly noticed that the crimson star belonging to the priest suddenly swelled up.

"That guy actually prayed to me?"

"Among the current members of the Tarot Society, his behavior is the strangest. There is a little immaturity mixed with sophistication, which makes people feel incomprehensible!"

With a hint of curiosity, Klein quickly spread his spirituality, and saw the blurred figure of the priest quickly emerge from a bathroom compartment.

"Uh... the washroom is really crowded today!"

"Why don't I add a master of the bathroom to my honorable name in the future..."

With a self-deprecating chuckle, Klein's originally relaxed expression gradually froze on Klein's face due to the image from Aiwen.

"Mr. Fool, please tell Mr. Hanged Man that I am willing to buy the Flute of God Pan and will arrive at the trading place on time in two days."

"He... didn't make a counter-offer? That's more than 3000 pounds!"

The scene was too outrageous, so Klein automatically ignored the other party's random movements when praying, and the tone without any humble meaning, and whispered in an almost vented voice:

"So, the poorest and most frugal in the entire Tarot Club, one penny can't wait to break it and spend it as two pennies... Is it actually the initiator of my party, the inscrutable Mister Fool?"

"And I also want to act as an old-fashioned operator for these wealthy members, relaying amazing deals between them for no pay!"

Touching his chest with great heartache, Klein kept comforting himself that the great Mister Fool would not degrade his personality because of money.

While struggling to transfer the image belonging to the sacrifice to the Hanged Man again, he returned to his real body in a depressed mood.

When he walked out of the washroom and came to the edge of the square, two youthful and energetic figures caught his attention in an instant, and made his depressed mood suddenly brighten.

"Melissa, why did you run out alone so late? Where's Benson?"

With a slightly reproachful tone on purpose, Klein quietly appeared, pulling a dark and thin girl, standing in front of Melissa who was looking around in the crowd.

"I asked Benson to come with me. He just went to the bathroom."

Pointing in the direction of the city hall building, Melissa said with excitement on her face:
"By the way, there is also our former neighbor Jenny. I heard that her brother Aiwen is one of the inventors of the bicycle. I told you before that we are still classmates..."

When it comes to mechanical technology, Melissa, whose eyes popped out a little star, looked at the bicycle on the stage with some envy. After a long time, she came back to her senses, and asked suspiciously: "Didn't you say that you need a bicycle tonight?" Are you working overtime?"

"A grand party needs the help of a security company." Klein spread his hands and easily gave his excuse, but he sighed bitterly in his heart:

"Don't envy my sister, I will save money to buy you one, and make you the prettiest kid on the street!"

Just when Klein was secretly making up his mind to save money here, the host gave a brief opening speech on the stage in the center of the square, and the representative of Backlund Steel Company carefully introduced the convenience and practicality of the bicycle, causing bursts of excitement. After cheering, Upton, as the representative of the bicycle inventor, finally came to the stage from behind the scenes.

Since there are no microphones and speakers, only a horn made of iron sheet is used as a sound amplification device.

Just stepped onto the stage at the warm invitation of the host, and seeing the dark crowd below, Upton, who was so nervous that his hands had no place to rest, picked up the trumpet handed to him, feeling his brain was blank, and his tongue was like It's like a knot.

It took a long time to stammer and hold back a sentence:

"Respect... Dear colleagues, ladies and gentlemen, Dear... good evening everyone..."

As soon as the words fell, an unknown "puchi" let out an unbearable low laugh, and instantly the whole square became a sea of ​​joy.

This made Upton, who had never seen such a battle, even more nervous. While a line of sweat appeared on his forehead, he turned his eyes for help to the direction of the VIP seats, trying to find Ivan.

But to his disappointment, after repeated observations, he saw an empty seat, and the scene of the ladies and ladies covering their mouths and laughing lowly.

The scene so similar to the memory once again pricked Upton's soft heart.

This also made him subconsciously recall that when he met Aiwen for the first time, he saw the disappointed expression on the other side.

Then Upton suddenly laughed. He picked up the horn, didn't look for Ivan's figure, and didn't try to fumble for the sweat-soaked manuscript paper in his arms. He said in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Yes, whenever I came up with those immature inventions, what I got was not flowers and applause, but sighs and ridicules."

"They always ask me what I am doing after graduation, my parents, and people I know well... This makes me, who is extremely stubborn but low self-esteem, lose friends and social contacts, and also makes my family look up in front of relatives and neighbors. If you don’t start, it’s like a negative teaching material for failure.”

"Until I met him, my partner, my colleague, my friend, Mr. Alvin Stinson!"

Speaking of this, the originally humming and noisy square was silent, but Upton, who was full of smiles on his face, did not stop, and his voice became more passionate.

"He told me about the past, the ancient human beings carried their shoulders and shoulders, and then people invented horse-drawn carriages, ships, and even steam trains to lighten our burden, until now there are light bicycles."

"Women no longer have to carry heavy vegetable baskets on the street, postmen no longer have to worry about horses being frightened in the downtown area, and employees also don't have to worry about the delay of public carriages and the fear of losing their wallets in crowded carriages."

"So, he pictured a future to me!"

"Machine will replace our hands, technology will guide our direction, workers will not be exhausted in factories, farmers will not be unable to eat the food they grow, and children will go to school..."

"Before that, if bicycle technology slowly starts to liberate people's legs from running on the ground, then it..."

While speaking, Upton paused suddenly, and suddenly reached out his hand and took out a silver-white "metal stick" from his arms, and then lightly flipped the raised switch on the top under the attention of everyone.

With a soft sound of "Pa Da", a beam of light that looked like a miracle, like an ancient giant's dawn sword, suddenly flashed from his hand under everyone's gaze, cutting through the deep night sky.

"Wow..."

After a brief silence, the entire square suddenly erupted.

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