The streets of Old Dunling are foggy, and there is a slightly pungent smell in the air. This is the unique smell of Old Dunling. The water body is discharged after disinfection, and the steam with disinfectant fills the air. Of course, sometimes in order to cooperate with the purification mechanism
While working, some strange things will be poured into the Pillar of the Furnace, such as Merlin's special alchemy potion.
Unknowingly, this steel city has developed a "mechanical" ecosystem. As long as a few buttons are pressed on the console, the city will undergo different changes according to different goals.
The extension of the railway, the output of the Forge Pillar, and the gears of the city are overloaded. This is so terrifying, as if this city was prepared for something when it was founded.
The girl stood on the street, looking up at the giant whales wandering in the clouds. They passed through the thick clouds, their figures looming, as if they were a scene from a myth.
I suddenly felt very emotional. Compared with this steel city, she was so small and not worth mentioning.
The old housekeeper came from behind, and Yawei put a coat on Seliu. These days of God's birthday are the coldest days in the season, and they are also the last days. After the cold, the warmth will return, and the New Year will come.
I will visit this land again.
"Are you sure we want to go?" Yawei asked, he still didn't like the rest of the trip.
"I made an appointment with Mrs. Valloode. She hopes that I can visit her." Seleu said, "I am not a person who breaks promises."
"No, no, actually, we can definitely invite her here." Yawei pointed to the mansion behind him. Compared with 121a Cork Street, this is not a problem several times bigger.
Seliu glanced up at her. As usual, she still had an indifferent expression on her face. Yawei sighed. He knew that he still couldn't twist her, so he had to take out the pistol and check the ammunition.
"What are you doing?"
"Just in case." Yawei said, not knowing what he was guarding against.
It seemed that because of his age, Yawei felt a little funny at the moment.
"Seleu, you did a great job at this."
"What's great?"
"I mean in terms of strategy?"
"Plot?" Seliu obviously didn't understand what Yawei was talking about at this moment.
"Lorenzo! He is a complete lunatic. It's hard to figure out his preferences. Maybe he will kill you on a whim as soon as you please him... So I hate people like him," Ya
Wei looked at the girl, "It's uncontrollable and unpredictable. You never know whether he will burst into tears or smile and shoot in the next second."
"Sounds like him."
Recalling the last scene in my mind, the man who was obviously about to die suddenly became crazy, told strange stories, and then took Lawrence with him to hell.
"Yes, so his life will never be boring, just like a pirate, it will always be stormy seas."
Yawei said, with a bit of envy in his expression.
Yes, who can help but envy this kind of life? Just like a ghost pirate story, the great Captain Lorenzo Holmes and his beloved pirate ship Winchester galloped across the seven seas, grabbing from the south
North, from east to west, as long as there are ships sailing on this sea, this bastard will never get bored.
"But forget about that kind of life, everyone will grow old eventually, and even the young heart will find its destination." Yawei sighed.
He is a mortal, and everyone is a mortal. They will all feel tired, and one day they will want to put down the steering wheel and find a place to settle down. But Lorenzo is different. He will never stop. When he stops, that will be his end.
And such people have only one ending, to be buried in the sea.
"So, before you want to conquer this psychopath, you must first conquer his family."
"Huh? Family, Mrs. Vallude? Wait a minute... Do you think Lorenzo has this concept of 'family'?" Seleu said unceremoniously.
Yawei was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Seliu to say that.
"He will not be bound by anything, Yawei. Even if he becomes a pirate, he will rob other people's ships. After all, maintaining a pirate ship is a troublesome thing for him."
"Don't think so much, it's just a holiday."
Seleu finally said.
…
121a Cork Street.
The atmosphere in the room became much happier after Seleu's arrival, but in fact it was just her and Mrs. Vallude's happiness.
Lorenzo sat obediently to the side. It was obviously his home, but he was as reserved as an outsider. Yawei, an outsider, was staring at him not far away. Lorenzo didn't know what was going on, anyway.
I feel like Yawei has an evil aura about him.
Thinking back carefully, I got off the train and came all the way back, so I probably didn't offend him.
Although he was used to Yawei being like this, there was still a sharp contrast with today's joyful festival. Hig was caught in the middle. He didn't understand anything. He was not from the same world as these people at all.
The unfortunate child was restless. He wanted to finish his meal quickly and then sneak back to his room.
After devouring the food, Hig wiped the corners of his mouth, hoping to leave without attracting anyone's attention, but at this moment Yawei, who had been silent, spoke.
"Who is this?"
Although he often broke into Lorenzo's room with a gun, Yawei was not familiar with Sigurd.
"My roommate, Sigurd."
Lorenzo jumped out and put his arms around Sigg, acting like good brothers.
Sigg tried to break away from Lorenzo's hand, but Lorenzo was obviously stronger than him, and Sigg couldn't move.
"Hello." Yawei said with a smile.
"You...okay." Sigurd said awkwardly.
He is a somewhat introverted person, or timid. He does not like to deal with these people. Judging from the temperaments of Yawei and Seleu, he knows that they are destined to be people from different worlds. Sometimes the etiquette is like that of the upper class.
The same pity for the humble made him feel uncomfortable.
"What's your job?" Yawei asked casually.
"Machinist." Sigg said, even though he had been fired from the factory.
After quitting hallucinogens, Sigg has been doing odd jobs to make ends meet. After all, he is a mechanic, and in this mechanical city, there will always be places where he is needed.
Although I don’t earn as much as before, I also have a lot of leisure time.
Yawei nodded. The profession of mechanic sounds much more serious than that of demon hunter.
Thinking of this, his eyes shifted to Lorenzo's face again. Lorenzo, who was still holding hands, sat upright unconsciously as if he was being watched by the teacher.
The more Lorenzo Yawei looked at him, the angrier he became. The old guy forcibly calmed down his mood. After all, he was old and couldn't be angry all the time. He had to have a better mentality.
After repeatedly persuading himself several times, Yawei looked away. Sometimes ignoring is a good choice.
Mrs. Vallude put the record on the gramophone, and melodious singing sounded. With the candlelight swaying, everyone sat on the ammunition box and welcomed the beautiful scene.
It's a festival, it's a good festival. The fighting and killing throughout the year can be stopped today. No matter what little thoughts are in our hearts, everyone is friends tonight, singing and dancing together, and it's extremely joyful.
But it was like a false dream. When I woke up, the world turned back to its cold and ruthless state, as if the joy last night was all fake.
Or maybe only on this day, at this warm moment, will everyone's closed hearts open up a little.
Lorenzo suddenly felt dazed for a moment, as if he suddenly remembered who he was after being too immersed in something.
This is Lorenzo, Lorenzo Holmes.
At the moment when no one noticed, Lorenzo disappeared quietly. He returned to his room, and after being stunned for a while, he sat by the window.
He liked this location, like a viewing platform, where he could see the sunset over Old Dunling, and the gloomy sky seemed to be ignited, burning all the way to the horizon.
Picking up the familiar box, it was the only souvenir he had of the Demon Hunting Order.
After the Night of Holy Advent, Lorenzo took it to Old Dunling, and finally buried it and said goodbye to the past. But who would have thought that the past would come to find him again. The demon was not dead, and the Night of Holy Advent was also destroyed.
Covered in weird conspiracies and secrets, he still can't stop.
Opening the box, the last nailed sword was displayed inside, glowing coldly in the dim light.
Lorenzo felt a little nostalgic.
Many years ago, the Demon Hunting Order seized the Holy Grail and carried out that great execution. It was the most glorious moment of mankind's fight against the unknown, and of course it was also the last glory.
The source of all stories, the culprit that created it all.
"Watson?"
Lorenzo suddenly shouted, but no one answered him. He was the only one in the whole room, alone.
"Oh, happy holidays."
He was talking to himself, and he didn't know who he was talking to, but suddenly a voice sounded behind him.
"You too, happy holidays."
The sound scared Lorenzo and jumped up. There are always embarrassing moments, such as when you are preparing to feel sad, and suddenly there is someone watching all this... It makes you want to die.
"Seleu?"
Lorenzo looked at the girl next to the door. She walked without making a sound.
"So what happened?"
Lorenzo sat down, closed the box, and hid the nail sword.
"Nothing, I just came to see you and thank you for saving my life."
Seleu sat aside, his voice neither happy nor sad, which made Lorenzo a little at a loss.
"This is simple. You Stuarts are rich anyway, so why not..."
Before Lorenzo could finish speaking, Seliu said with some distress.
"Yeah, it's a life-saving grace. What does it mean if you don't save it?"
Every step of that fatal decisive battle was frightening, and if there was even the slightest mistake, everything would be lost. But even so, Lorenzo only died together with Lawrence in the end.
"Not saved?" Lorenzo thought for a moment, "I'll just treat him as being buried with you."
"Are you worthy?"
"All right……"
They are friends between life and death, and they have had major experiences. Logically speaking, this should be the end of the story. Everyone is grateful to be alive, and then they share their heartfelt feelings with each other.
But when it comes to Lorenzo, it's a little weird. He and Seleu are both very rational people, and they are very restrained about many things. Just like when he was about to die, Lorenzo only said bad words and was brave.
It was just sacrifice, there were no tears, and there were no heartfelt words.
That was a fitting way for Lorenzo to die, saying the worst things and doing the coolest things.
Looking up at the falling spark, Lorenzo didn't feel any fear at that time, but instead felt a sense of relief.
The dying man's wishes were all fulfilled, but he survived again, simply because he was born to work hard.
"This reminds me of a long time ago."
Lorenzo said suddenly.
"Before?" Seliu sat aside as a listener.
"Yes, it was back in the days of the Demon Hunting Order. God's Birthday was the festival we looked forward to the most."
Lorenzo looked at the lights outside the window in a daze, as if he could see the past at the end of the lights.
"We were not witchers at that time. At that time, everyone was looking forward to the God's Birthday. There was no limit to the food on the God's Birthday. There was everything to eat... It was like the Viking Hall of Valor. Everyone ate hazelnuts together.
I wish I could go on forever.”
Lorenzo smiled when he thought of this.
"After all, they are all orphans who have never seen the world. When we were homeless, we would fight from the streets to the alleys for food. We have never seen such a battle. At that time, there was a child who cried and knelt down.
Just call this place a paradise."
"Then we became demon hunters. At that time, eating and drinking could no longer satisfy us, so the church gave us a short period of freedom. Although it was restricted to Feilengcui, everyone was free to wander around that day.
Already."
Lorenzo recalled that time.
"It was really happy at that time. Drunkards rushed into the bar, some went straight to the dance, and others bought bouquets of flowers to find the girl they loved... It's a pity that we are demon hunters, and we all died in vain in the end."
He started talking nonsense again.
"So, man is a greedy monster. Guys who used to be able to send away a chicken drumstick now want more and more...more and more."
"Then what kind of person were you then? Where did you go on God's birthday?" Seleu asked.
Lorenzo thought about it carefully, and then he became very happy, and all the sadness was gone.
"casino!"
He kept talking.
"We are different from those fools. We carefully planned our trip for God's Birthday a month in advance. We calculated the price of the emerald green, and the little money given by the Evangelical Church was simply not enough!"
"We went to the casino first. After all, the money comes quickly there. We are still demon hunters, so we are not timid at all in fighting, okay?"
The plot began to develop in a strange direction, and Seliu could only listen dumbly.
Perhaps because he was excited, Lorenzo took out the pack of cigarettes bought by Kestrel and lit them, puffing away at the smoke.
"011's power is Shang Da'an. He was originally responsible for gambling, but he said that this thing is based on luck. He cherishes his luck very much, so I can only do it. He is responsible for using his power to cheat.
"
Who would have thought that the power of slaying demons would be used in this damn place? Seleu thought that what Lorenzo had experienced had made him neurotic, but from this point of view, he was a psycho from the beginning.
A complete lunatic, what he experienced was not worth it and aggravated his condition.
"Unlike those gamblers above, we give up when we get good, but maybe because we made a little too much, we were still targeted by the casino. But, we are demon hunters. We beat that casino all the way and went straight to the next one.
destination."
His eyes were full of nostalgia.
"That's really a lot of money. We took a tour through the busiest streets of Florence. Before the mounted police arrived, we jumped into the Tiber River and swam all the way back."
"It was great then..."
As he spoke the excited words, he became decadent, and Lorenzo's eyes became a little blurred.
It sounds like patients in the same ward escaped from the mental hospital together and went on a ridiculous adventure on the night of God's birthday. It was full of neurosis and nonsense, but this was the most beautiful thing for Lorenzo.
, but such things can only exist in memories. All the patients died, and even the mental hospital was ordered to make rectifications.
Time is like this, what has passed is past, and it can never come back.
But at least Lorenzo is still alive. There is still a patient in this mental hospital who escaped. His illness did not get better, but got worse. He pretended to be a normal person and integrated into human society, but he was an uneasy animal.
He has been waiting for the chance of revenge.
His eyes were as hard as stone, and the nailed sword in the box hummed softly.
But suddenly someone hugged Lorenzo gently, extinguishing the anger that was about to rekindle, she said.
"As long as you are alive, good things will happen. Although your definition of good things is a bit strange, there will always be good things, but when you die, there will be nothing."