Lorenzo was fully armed and leaning against the window. This was the highest point of the mansion, overlooking the overall situation outside.
The territory of the Stuart family is in the south, and there is no fiefdom in the old Dunling, so Seliu lives in a mansion in the inner city. This was originally the temporary residence of the Duke of Stuart to meet the Queen, because
Because he had to wait for the inheritance ceremony and many other reasons, Seliu lived here for a long time.
Lorenzo has always felt that an old castle manor in the wilderness is the most suitable for horror stories to take place. Under those terrain conditions, the interior and exterior are in a relatively closed state, like a secret room, but this secret room is a bit too huge.
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But now the place where the story is about to take place is the inner city. If you run inside, you will find the Guards station, and if you run outside, you will find Cork Street. If he runs faster, Lorenzo can still drag this dispensable investor with him.
Go and meet the company she invested in. In that fortress-like mechanical yard, not to mention the weird hounds, I'm afraid even the demons will be melted by the firepower in an instant.
Picking up the Winchester beside him, Lorenzo filled the ammunition into it one after another. The metals collided with each other and made a soft sound. The single warhead made entirely of holy silver was placed close to his body. This was his big weapon.
Killer weapon.
As he prepared his weapons, Lorenzo thought about his inventory of weapons.
The nailed sword was damaged in the battle with the demon. Looking at the situation tonight, Lorenzo has no time to go back to Cork Street to get a new one. In fact, the weapon is not important, but the holy silver is important. After all, the nailed sword is special.
The only difference is that it is just plated with a layer of holy silver.
This mysterious metal that can suppress demons is used less and less, and Lorenzo is beginning to have some headaches. Although Merlin is trying to analyze the composition of holy silver and attempt to imitate it, Lorenzo has no objections to this.
Too much hope.
Things from the Evangelical Church always gave him a strange feeling, as if they could not be imitated. They had mastered a certain core technology. Before mastering that thing, everything the others did was just a poor imitation.
After sorting out the weapons, Lorenzo picked up the knight's sword beside him. After the emergence of modern rifles, this cold weapon has become a status symbol rather than a weapon, but for demons, this thing will never go out of style.
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"So have you been quieter? Lorenzo."
A voice suddenly sounded from the other side, and there was another person in the dark room.
Seleu was lying on the bed in his pajamas and said to Lorenzo who kept making noise.
"I'm protecting you."
"But I also need to sleep."
Seleu replied.
The girl looked tired. As she was about to fall asleep, her indifferent face finally relaxed. She was just an ordinary person. Unlike Lorenzo, as a demon hunter, his willpower allowed him to carry out high-intensity day and night work.
During the battle, knowing that there was an enemy, Lorenzo was not sleepy at all, and even a little excited.
It's like a conditioned reflex. People will salivate when they smell delicious food, and demon hunters will be extremely excited when they smell traces of monsters.
After a short discussion, Lorenzo decided to stay and meet the mysterious hound for a while. In order to ensure that nothing unexpected happened, Lorenzo stayed here temporarily.
"Okay, okay, I hope you don't sleep too hard."
Lorenzo said, putting away his weapon and standing up.
At this moment, Yawei was patrolling the mansion with a shotgun, and Lorenzo was responsible for protecting her from a close distance. The strange curse brought with it a crazy illusion. No one knew whether the hound would really come, or whether the hound would really come.
Or how it will appear.
No one knows, waiting is the best answer.
The demon hunter melted into the darkness of the room, making no sound. If it weren't for the extremely quiet sound, and the faint sound of another person's breathing could be vaguely distinguished, Seleu would even think that he was the only one left here.
Lorenzo knelt on the ground, with the Winchester and Knight swords lying across his knees. He closed his eyes, and his senses spread to the maximum, like water from a flood. It quietly spread through the wooden boards and passed through the gaps in the door.
It seeps out, little by little, little by little... and spreads to the limit of the range.
After the silence came endless sounds.
The sound of steam gushing out of the pipes on the street, the ticking of the clock, Yawei's somewhat heavy footsteps, and Seleu's gentle breathing and heartbeat.
"Lorenzo?"
In the darkness, the girl suddenly made a sound again.
"What's wrong?"
Lorenzo opened his eyes. She did not close the curtains, and the light from the outside came in. Lorenzo could barely distinguish her appearance.
"I suddenly couldn't sleep."
"You're not asking me to read you some damn bedtime book, are you?"
Lorenzo frowned.
The girl smiled at this.
"How is that possible? Are you talking about bedtime reading, The Witcher and the Seven Damned Monsters?"
Seryu teased.
"The witcher is hunting down seven unlucky monsters. Don't do this Lorenzo, it will give me nightmares."
"How about instead, I tell you about a little monster looking for his mother?"
Lorenzo followed Seleu's train of thought and started talking nonsense.
"The little monster found someone, hey! Are you my mother?"
He tightened his throat and made a high-pitched falsetto.
"Huh? My child, I am not your mother, I am your uncle the demon hunter!"
"Uncle Demon Hunter, do you know where my mother is?"
"Of course uncle knows. Come on, uncle will send you to see your mother."
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Lorenzo told a bad story that was not good enough. This ghost thing was definitely not something that normal people would like, and the atmosphere instantly became awkward.
But there was a little more noise in this awkward calm. As if she couldn't help it, Seleu opposite let out a burst of laughter. Although he couldn't see clearly, Lorenzo guessed that she was rolling happily on the bed now.
So what’s wrong with today’s children? They all like such ghostly stories.
Lorenzo shook his head and couldn't help but be pessimistic about Inverg's future. Let such an unlucky child become the Duchess of Stuart?
"Lorenzo, you know? You can be quite funny sometimes."
The girl boasted.
"I have to thank my acting teacher for this."
Lorenzo couldn't help but think of the days when he was taking classes at the Royal College of Art.
"The acting teacher was a playwright before he started teaching, and he was a big fan of comedy. In his class, as long as your performance can amuse him, you can get high marks... I always feel like he is treating us like monkeys."
"What's your name?"
Lorenzo couldn't remember it, he seemed to remember it being called Oscar or something.
It was truly a classroom where demons danced wildly.
"It's very good. He must be a very happy person."
Seliu said slowly.
Then everything fell into silence again, and a dark shadow blocked the dim light outside the window. Seliu subconsciously picked up the dagger under the pillow, but then a voice sounded.
"Are you scared?"
Lorenzo stood by the bed and looked at Seleu. At such a close distance, the darkness could not hinder the witcher's vision.
"Not really."
Seliu answered casually and put down the dagger in her hand. Judging from her skillful skills, this thing had been hidden under the pillow for more than a day or two.
"Selu, have you ever heard of such a saying?"
Lorenzo suddenly asked.
"What?"
"It is difficult for a doctor to heal himself."
Before Seliu could think about it, Lorenzo suddenly sat down on the bed. Seliu subconsciously grabbed the quilt and was about to call Yawei to come in and kill this lunatic with a shot, but then a hand shot accurately in the darkness.
He pinched her face.
As if to crush the indifferent defense, the pain was so painful that Seliu had no ability to resist.
"So isn't this good?"
Lorenzo studied the girl in the darkness.
"You can laugh, cry, and even tell cold jokes... This is much more comfortable than your usual cold demeanor."
As if holding a grudge, Lorenzo found his opportunity to strike back.
"I'm talking about Seliu, you can see through a person so easily, then... do you know yourself?"
"Because of the demon, I may be a bit 'inhuman', but why did you become like this? Your peers are much happier than you."
Lorenzo couldn't help but think of Eve. There wasn't much age difference between the two of them, so they couldn't help but compare.
"Or are the clouds of your childhood so serious that even Stuart's glory cannot make you forget them?"
Seleu trembled slightly. She raised her head and looked at the dark silhouette. She knew exactly what Lorenzo was talking about.
"Yes, I have taught you that without close people, the enemy will have no capital to threaten you. The more indifferent you are, the less likely others are to understand your character. I don't know what you are thinking... But this is for demon hunting.
Humanly speaking, why are you like this? You are the mistress of Stuart, and thirty-two powerful families are your backing, so what are you afraid of? "
Lorenzo picked up the dagger, the sharp metal glowing in the darkness.
A Stuart Duke wouldn't hide a weapon under his pillow, only a beggar living on the street would do that.
"Just like I taught you, hold on to whatever you can. Even a stone may be able to break the shackles."
"Do you want to crush the fear of the unknown?"
As if he could see everything clearly, the witcher opened the skylight and pulled out the girl's soul, shining it in the sunlight, transparent and clear.
"No, I just..."
Seliu wanted to say something, but suddenly his words seemed to be frozen in his throat, and nothing could be said.
She anxiously wanted to defend herself, as if it was some kind of humiliation, but contrary to her cold attitude, it was as if she had lost the function of speech. She could only utter meaningless babbles until the sudden barking of a dog sounded.
Everything seemed to be quiet, and Seliu slowly turned his head. Unexpectedly, the door of the room had been pushed open, and then the cold wind rushed into the room with snowflakes like sharp knives.
Seliu subconsciously hugged Lorenzo tightly, but what she touched was a piece of air. She jumped into the air and pressed her hands on the cold muddy ground. The broken ice slag reflected her like countless mirrors.
That messy face.
The barking of dogs sounded again, it was the god of death chasing after him.
The girl turned around in fear, and a familiar scene appeared in her eyes. She remembered this place, a place she would never forget. And in the direction of the sound, at the end of the abandoned alley, an ordinary wild dog was quietly
looked at her.
The pupils were scarlet, as if they could drip blood, and then the clusters of canine teeth were crisscrossed and raised, as if they were smiling at her.