Many days have passed since that massive and earth-shattering assassination. It was obviously not that long, but it all seemed like a lifetime ago.
In that furious roar like the fall of heaven, the terrifying Reverend Lawrence died. For this reason, the fire of sin burned for several days before it was slowly extinguished.
Lorenzo is still in a daze and can't believe that he can really survive. Sometimes he can't help but pinch his face to judge the truth and falsehood. After all, judging from his physical condition at the time, even if
Even God couldn't save him, but...but he still survived in the end.
I still remember that when I first woke up, I actually woke up in the workshop, which was the huge experimental site for controlling the Original Sin Armor. Just when Lorenzo was feeling a little strange about the ceiling when he woke up this time, there was a beam of light above his head, and then
A loud voice sounded from the loudspeaker, saying good morning to him cordially.
Lorenzo was so frightened that he jumped out of bed and saw everyone hiding on the high platform.
It was nice to see those familiar faces, even though they looked at me strangely, as if I were some stinking virus.
For safety reasons, Merlin needed to conduct a series of checks on Lorenzo. Although he was not at the scene at the time, through Arthur's narration, he was also aware of the strange and terrifying situation at that time.
In order to prevent Lorenzo from mutating, Merlin temporarily placed him in the workshop. In his words at the time, the vast space would not put any pressure on Lorenzo. Of course, this vast space could also
This allows the place to be covered with heavy firepower, and there is enough space for the Original Sin Armor to enter and suppress it.
Fortunately, nothing happened in the end, and his physical indicators were all normal. However, they did not release Lorenzo immediately, but sent him here overnight.
Lorenzo stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the vast snowy scene outside.
There are no gray buildings, no towering steam towers, no railroad tracks covering the streets, and no rising steam.
The sky was surprisingly clear, and the sun was extremely red.
Everything has a rare sense of normalcy, as if this is the normal world, and the old Dunling where Lorenzo lived before is some strange and twisted unknown place.
Lorenzo couldn't help but burst into tears when he thought of this, wondering what a hellish life he had lived before.
This is an old castle located in the outskirts of Old Dunling. It is said that it was once the property of a certain nobleman. Later, the land was taken back after the nobleman went bankrupt, and finally fell into the hands of the purification agency.
Then it became a place like a warehouse, filled with strange but harmless things collected by the purification agency over the years. In Lorenzo's opinion, this place was just a strange museum, but he liked it very much and lived there.
He has discovered a lot of good things in the past few days.
Except for Lorenzo and the remaining three hapless guys responsible for monitoring him, there are not many people living here, and the remaining manpower is maintained at the minimum level to ensure the minimum operation of the castle.
Although Lorenzo was under quarantine and observation, these people all lived as if they were on vacation. Apart from Kestrel writing a report on Lorenzo's physical condition every day, there was nothing serious to do in one day.
Lorenzo was still a little uncomfortable at first. After all, the witcher had been running around for so long and was still a little uncomfortable when he suddenly stopped. But soon Lorenzo showed the strong adaptability of the witcher.
From a cold and terrifying witcher to a lazy dog adapted to this slow-paced life, Lorenzo would have really wanted to move his bed to the fireplace if it weren't for Kestrel's strong opposition.
It's so nice, quiet and peaceful, there are no flashes of swords, no gunfire, and even the cute monsters are gone.
Lorenzo rarely felt the beauty of life. The most important activity for him every day was to take a nap under the sun. Sunshine was rare in old Dunling. Most of the time, you could only see the gloomy
The clouds are dyed pale gold by it.
"Ah...it's nice to have a holiday..."
Lorenzo couldn't help but sigh.
Of course, there is also a fly in the ointment, that is, the kestrel that bothers him every day. He always asks Lorenzo to cooperate with him in writing reports.
"When you write a report, just write it! But why are you bothering me?" Lorenzo asked.
"But the report is about you!" Kestrel said.
"It has nothing to do with me, but why are you bothering me!"
"Because it's a report on your physical condition!"
This kind of conversation basically happens once a day, and every time it ends with Kestrel screaming in self-defeat.
To be honest, Lorenzo really enjoyed the process of torturing Kestrel, which gave him a strange sense of satisfaction. He suddenly understood the boring and evil tastes of human beings.
Picking up the blanket and wrapping it around him, Lorenzo got bored and wandered around the castle.
This is indeed a museum. Most of the space is filled with strange boxes. Objects with different styles and functions are everywhere, with mysterious and mysterious colors. If you break the glass and put spider webs on it, it will create a building in minutes.
It gives off the feeling of an ominous old castle.
Unfortunately, there is a demon hunter among the current residents, who is particularly good at killing. No matter what weird legends there are, they pale in comparison in front of Lorenzo.
"This is actually Merlin's castle."
Joey on the side came over and talked to Lorenzo.
During the time we have been together, the relationship between the few of them is relatively harmonious. After all, Lorenzo has always been adhering to the habit of talking to people and talking to ghosts.
The reason why I hate Kestrel is because Kestrel's feeling of powerlessness and rage after being fucked like this by Lorenzo is very interesting. If it were Joey, he would look at himself seriously and repeat the demand again, while Robin
He will keep a serious eye on himself until he cooperates.
From the perspective of serious people and devout believers, Kestrel is somewhat interesting. Among these people, he has the highest proportion of rotten attributes and is the most consistent with Lorenzo's brain circuit.
"Merlin's castle?"
Lorenzo looked surprised. After spending such a long time together, Merlin gave him the impression that he was a scholar with extremely low material needs.
He is mysterious, has no past, and does not look like a guy with a future. In some aspects, he is somewhat similar to a demon hunter.
"Yes, but this place was originally given to him by Arthur. After all, he is the chief technical officer, so he always needs a decent place to live, right?" Joey said.
Lorenzo glanced around the room and saw that things were piled up in a mess. When he first came, it took Lorenzo half a day to clear a place to take a nap next to the fireplace.
"Well...it's a bit unexpected, but it's also expected."
It was indeed Merlin's style. The things he collected were piled here haphazardly. He didn't live here at all.
Lorenzo seemed to have thought of something again and asked softly.
"There shouldn't be any weird alchemy laboratory here. After all, the castle is perfect for a scientific madman."
Joey looked helpless.
"Our purification agency has strict regulations. Even if Merlin wants to transfer alchemy-related materials and equipment to the outside world, it still needs to be documented."
"real?"
"real!"
Joey said seriously.
This is what Lorenzo is like. There are no extra ways of entertainment in this strange resort, and there are no monsters coming out for him to kill to relieve his boredom.
So this lunatic targets Joey and others. If you are not careful, he will start to use bad words to erode you and try to drag you into the water. Kestrel has already fallen for this trick and is going further and further down the road of hysteria.
Joey didn't want to be like this, he was extremely vigilant.
"But there is a room that Merlin specially tidied up. Do you want to visit it?"
Lorenzo looked serious.
"Why didn't this good thing come out earlier?"
Joey rolled his eyes at him. Who knew this guy was so annoying? If he didn't have some fun, Kestrel's mental health would be seriously threatened.
"As you said, these things have been collected by us over the years, just like some strange works of art. Merlin likes these things very much, and even wanted to create a museum. However, because of his busy work, he organized them
After a while there will be no more time.”
Joey said as he led the way.
"Of course, it may be that the alchemist's thinking is different. I have seen those things before, and I don't know what their meaning is... Anyway, I just want you to be quiet and stop fussing."
Joey didn't understand Lorenzo's troubles at all. For them, vacation was something far away. As high-ranking knights of the purification agency, they were one of the very few human beings who had been specialized and resistant to erosion.
But this also means that once demons appear, they will be the most important backbone, which means that the mortality rate is extremely high. Joey does not expect that he can make much achievements at work. The biggest thing is that he can retire safely.
What a blessing. After all, the only advantage of this high-risk job is the excellent retirement benefits.
According to the regulations of the purification agency, because of his connection with demons, Joey will be gradually removed from the first echelon and transferred to the scavenger unit, where he will continue to develop ties with demons until he has no more demon-related jobs.
This situation will last for several years, and then he will successfully leave the purification agency.
When the time comes, I will forget about everyone in the world and spend the rest of my life in a small town where I can bask in the sun.
Joey sighed, in this crazy life, the peace now seems so rare and valuable.
"Okay, okay, let's go now."
Lorenzo nodded. For him, there is no such thing as retirement as a demon hunter. Compared with retirement, what is unbearable for him now is boredom.
After climbing the stairs and reaching the top of the castle, the two men's actions also attracted the attention of Robin, who arrived holding the scripture that Lorenzo had read countless times.
The three of them had a strange tacit understanding, and finally it was Joey who opened the dusty door.
The door opens and bright light shines down. The dome of the castle is made of glass. Among the steel supports, you can see the remaining snow on the glass and the dead leaves left in autumn. There is a deep heaviness in the air.
It feels like dust is rolling in the dim light, like falling snowflakes.
"not bad."
Lorenzo admired and then stepped inside.
It's not so much a museum as it is a relatively neat warehouse, with different objects piled up in hills, including desks.
After walking around for a few times, Lorenzo began to understand what Joey said was weird, because these things were a bit strange. There was a knot hanging in an exquisite glass cabinet, and there was a huge nautical chart on the dusty desk.
, there are rulers and compasses, blank papers scattered on the floor, and a pile of science books.
There is no pattern at all, and there is no great value. Even a thief would shed tears if he sneaked in.
Stacked in the other corner are wooden wheels, coins in a box, a copy of the "Inverg Code", a complicated lock, and an ancient sniper gun. Of course, these things don't take up much space.
What really catches the eye is the centerpiece.
That's a steam engine.
Different from the steam engine in Lorenzo's impression, it was much bulkier and more complicated. It looked very old, but it was well maintained.
There is a bright nameplate on the base that reads:
"In Erwe Gregorian calendar year 867, this will be the power to change the world."
Lorenzo remembered that time period, when Inverg was still in the midst of the Glorious War, and when the improved steam engine appeared to turn the tide of the war.
He suddenly knew what this was. The steam engine in front of him was probably the first improved steam engine in history. It was this thing that triggered the second industrial revolution.
As if struck by lightning, Lorenzo suddenly understood where this place was and the significance of Merlin's actions.
Looking at the messy things around him, they all suddenly had their own meaning at this moment, making Lorenzo's hands and feet numb, but this was not because of fear, but because of excitement.
"This is a history museum."
Lorenzo said.
Joey cast a doubtful look. He obviously didn't understand what Lorenzo meant. Then Lorenzo continued to speak. His eyes scanned everything in the room, and he vaguely saw a fire burning in the darkness.
With the first fire, the huddled human slowly stood up.
It was as if there was a magnificent orchestra playing at this moment, the melody rising and exciting, playing "Thus Spoke Zarathustra".
"Merlin has really good taste."
Lorenzo sighed again, but looking at the more confused eyes of Joey and Robin, he couldn't help but feel a little sad. It seemed that he couldn't ask everyone to be as talented as himself. After all, expecting too much from others was just a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
Disrespectful offense.
"This is a history museum that records the great moments of mankind."
Lorenzo gently stroked the wooden table and wiped away the dust on it. He remembered what Merlin once told him about the death of alchemy. It seemed that the alchemist was not joking, he was serious.
Although he had a look of reverence just now, Lorenzo immediately sat down on the wooden table and looked at everyone with pride.
"In fact, you can also call this place a 'book'."
"What book?" Joey tried his best to follow Lorenzo's thoughts.
"myth."
This word caught the robin's attention, and he looked at Lorenzo, who continued.
"The Myth of Mankind."
From the beginning of darkness, to the fight against fear, the myth remains unbroken.