"What you just said is very similar to that kind of idealism."
Robin said slowly.
"Isms and all that are just 'labels'."
Lorenzo directly interrupted Mockingbird. He looked at the man in front of him and continued talking.
"Strict, silent, devout believers... In fact, these things are just the first impression we use to show others. Some people use them to gain trust, and some people use them to deceive."
Lorenzo stopped smiling, his eyes kept evading, and his hands kept changing positions, as if he was uneasy.
After a brief switch, Lorenzo looked like a timid and timid guy, but it was only a very short moment, and he changed back to his previous appearance, looking indifferent.
"But this is still a prototype."
His mind jumped and he quickly brought the topic back here.
In fact, this feeling is quite strange. In his random thinking, Lorenzo felt that he seemed to be touching something, which seemed to be the truth of this strange world.
But it is not the time yet. The door of truth is still tightly closed. This is not the time for it to be opened.
"There's something missing here."
Lorenzo glanced around the room. Different objects were piled here. Their meanings covered the known world, and they were constantly intertwined, extending the history of mankind.
From the past to now.
But it's the only thing missing here.
Lorenzo found its location. Behind the steam engine, there was a blank space among the piled hills, which seemed to be a place reserved for something.
This is its place, outside the past and present, the empty future, the power that will change the status quo and exist in the future.
"The past, present and future, I'm afraid this is what Merlin means when he wants to build this place."
Lorenzo said, "Please worship me, you are now among the miracles of mankind."
The robin took a deep breath. He was a devout believer. Although Lorenzo didn't know what the evangelical church's ghost doctrines were, judging from the robin's normal behavior, it was indeed the case.
"Is it a miracle? Sometimes people always ignore these details of life." He said somewhat self-deprecatingly.
People always ignore these things that are within easy reach, just like the residents walking on the streets of Old Dunling. Sometimes they never think about the greatness and miracle they are in. Even the robin is with them.
Same.
This really broadens Mockingbird's horizons. From another perspective, even an ordinary currency is of great significance.
Compared with the words in the teachings, everything here can be actually touched, and the miracles are embodied.
"You guys here?"
A confused and tired voice sounded, and Kestrel stood outside the gate panting.
The three of them turned to look at him. It seemed that the unfortunate man had finished writing his report.
Kestrel glanced at this strange warehouse, like a passerby with extremely bad taste. He didn't even ask what these three people were doing here.
"We don't have enough firewood. If you don't want to freeze to death, come here and help."
What great power and miracles, those things decorated with luxury were beaten to pieces in the face of food and clothing.
This place is located in the outer suburbs of old Dunling. The steam pipeline does not extend here. Daily life is just like a hundred years ago. At best, it is called retro, at worst, it is called backward. In the first few days after arriving, Lorenzo was very impressed by the situation here.
Life is so uncomfortable, like arriving at some ghost farmhouse.
The solemn and solemn atmosphere just now was swept away, and the four of them walked down together feebly.
Merlin regarded this castle as a warehouse, which did not require servants or maintenance, and only required a minimum of manpower. This situation led to the operation of the castle when these four people appeared out of thin air.
problems, many things need to be solved by themselves.
This place is indeed suitable for short-term isolation, or vacation, as there is no one around, and the only way to communicate with the outside world is the trains that pass by from time to time, and they will not stop here because it is not marked on the map.
The manpower of the demon hunter was endless, so the menial work of chopping wood naturally fell on Lorenzo. Lorenzo was very uncooperative at first, but for the sake of the burning fireplace, he had no choice but to give in.
After they were busy until the sun went down, a new round of survival supplies was ready. The four of them nestled by the fireplace, found a comfortable position among the chaotic piles of goods, and picked up the few servants that had prepared for them.
After dinner, I chewed it slowly.
In fact, Lorenzo's mental state has not been very good these days... To be precise, since he came back from the dead, his mental state has become strange.
At first, Lorenzo himself was surprised when he heard Arthur's description of the scene and couldn't believe it.
He remembered that he finally broke through the critical value and entered demonization, but Lorenzo knew very well that in his current state and the continuously melting silver bolt, he was just hanging on and had no chance of surviving.
.
But he still survived. The Black Angel, which activated itself without anyone's control, had a final fight with the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail...
Lorenzo looked down at his palms in the firelight. The body was familiar but never unfamiliar at this moment. He had already guessed something.
It was Watson, and it was Watson who saved him at the last moment and reborn himself with the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail.
In fact, this is not rebirth. It is impossible for people to come back from the dead. Once dead, there is no way back. For Lorenzo, he was on the verge of death, and was finally dragged down by the powerful healing power of the Holy Grail.
Come back.
The other three people were busy eating, and only Lorenzo looked at the fireworks in the fireplace with a sad look on his face.
"well……"
Thinking of this, Lorenzo let out a long sigh, and the number of strange things in his body increased again.
But what can be done?
In Lorenzo's own opinion, he has been living at the mercy of death. According to the fate of shit, he should have died in that burning night, but Lorenzo not only survived, but also came to Old Dunling alive, and
This time he was supposed to die together with Lawrence, but he survived again and kept winning time in front of death.
This reminded Lorenzo of that crazy gambler. This is the gambler's favorite moment. Not only did you win everything on the gambling table before the death's scythe fell, but you also flicked the dark clothes.
The robe is stained with the smell of death.
I'm afraid only those whose lives are meaningless will love that moment. Only in that moment of intertwining with death can they feel that they are truly alive.
The atmosphere was like a warm afternoon, except it was pitch black outside the window.
Lorenzo put the dinner plate aside, and curled up lazily on the soft sofa just like he had done many days in the past.
Although boring, Joey and others enjoyed this rare leisure time, as if monsters like demons had been temporarily deleted from their world.
Lorenzo was not very used to it, and his busy life suddenly calmed down, which made him a little at a loss.
But no matter what the situation, people can always survive, and leisure is not bad.
"that's all?"
Lorenzo suddenly spoke up.
Several people around him cast wary glances. After these few days of contact, they had deeply felt the power of Lorenzo's bad words.
If Lorenzo were to develop some kind of cult, he would definitely be able to drive a group of people crazy with his damn aura of mental retardation.
The most vigilant among them is the robin. In his opinion, Lorenzo is like a demon, possessing some kind of spreading pollution power. People around him will be affected by him involuntarily. The kestrel next to him is extremely affected.
It was already difficult to detect, but unlike the robin, he kept a safe distance from Lorenzo.
"What's going on?" Joey asked.
"I said, isn't this kind of life boring? After all, it's a paid vacation. How can I live like a penance?"
"This is much better than the ascetic environment." said the robin.
"Then what do you want to do?" Kestrel didn't even realize that he had become as crazy as Lorenzo.
Lorenzo gave a thumbs up to the kestrel, he was waiting for someone to answer the question.
"Since the night is long, why don't we tell a story? I'm very curious about how you sneaked into the purification agency!"
Lorenzo looked at everyone excitedly. Since he came back from the dead, his mental state has become strange.
But Lorenzo himself didn't realize this. His eyes fell on Kestrel first. It was obvious that Kestrel was different from the other two... To be precise, these people were all different.
Kestrel said that he was once a gangster who got the appreciation of Shrike and infiltrated the purge agency. Lorenzo the Robin didn't know, but judging from his pious look, he probably had a very strange origin.
The last one is Joey, his codename is Xuanfeng, but unlike the others, he doesn't care whether the name he is called is a codename or his real name, and judging from his behavior and temperament, he can at least be regarded as a scion of a wealthy family.
, I just didn’t expect that he would come to the purification agency.
It seems like what Arthur said is true. They are people connected by will. They don't care about identity, class, or past. They gather in a war machine called the Purge Agency.
It's like a weird trash can, everything is put in it.
"What's there to say?"
Kestrel was a little confused, "That's it. I need a job to ensure that I don't starve to death, so Shrike gave me a job."
Joey nodded too.
"Family business, I'll be here as per the family's arrangements."
"Origin? I want to find the true meaning of faith among demons." Robin's words were obviously much more qualified than the previous ones.
Lorenzo looked at everyone with confusion.
In his imagination, he thought it would be a group of old men licking blood from their knives sitting around the fireplace talking about the deep past, the atmosphere was solemn and silent, opening the scabbed wounds, but now it seems like
It is as easy and casual as the doorman checking which household you live in.
"No...wait a minute."
Lorenzo began to collect his thoughts, first looking at the kestrel.
"Because you don't want to starve to death, you find a job like this?"
This is not a serious job. This is fighting with monsters. It's like a person is about to starve to death, so someone gives him a knife, and the two of them go to fight with a lion... In fact, it's like robbing someone.
I'm so hungry!
Next is Joey, Lorenzo asked.
"Family business?"
Joey nodded and said seriously, "Although it is not a famous family, the Joshua family has established a tight connection with the purification agency since its establishment."
So it's not enough for one person to die alone, but he also has to take his descendants with him? Lorenzo screamed in his heart.
In the end, the reason for the robin became serious, but he did not explain anything. Instead, he looked at Lorenzo and said with some curiosity.
"Actually, I'd like to ask you something, Mr. Holmes."
"What's up?"
"Are you interested in telling me about your time in the Demon Hunting Order? Apart from these, I am actually very interested in the mysterious Demon Hunting Order."