Eve looked at the coins in front of her. She had never seen such a currency before. She didn't know whether it was the currency of a certain country or a simple commemorative coin. She looked a little panicked, but soon Eve calmed down, and her pupils were as sharp as a knife.
Blade.
The blood of the Phoenix family flows in her body, just like the support of her spirit. Eve clearly knows that she cannot be afraid. She is the one who is destined to appear in the hall of manifestations. The duchess of the phoenix is still there.
It's not the end.
"May I?"
Eve picked up the coin and asked Lorenzo that this was a gamble between him and Sabo, and her current status was somewhat like a croupier.
Lorenzo nodded and then said to Sabo.
"There's no psychological warfare, no cheating, no overriding techniques. It's just pure luck. I like it."
"That would be great."
Sabo also nodded, and he was very happy that Lorenzo could agree to this seemingly absurd bet.
"One side is a shield, and the other side is a battle axe."
"I choose the shield." Lorenzo said directly, without looking at Eve. He kept staring at Sabo.
"This coin must be old. I remember it was a currency that had been abandoned."
"Yes, the currency issued by the Viking Kingdom Nobido more than ten years ago. You also know that the Vikings made their fortune as pirates. They have various currencies. This can be regarded as the first currency to unify the Vikings. However,
They are rarely seen on the market now and are mostly in the hands of collectors."
Sabo said with some nostalgia, while Eve tossed the coin in her hand, it flew up in the air, like a silver elf under the light.
"It must have some meaning to you. Do you miss the things from your hometown? You don't look like a collector. You won't keep them for so long, right?"
This is probably what the saying "seeing things brings emotions" means, just like soldiers who have retired from the battlefield will still look at their medals of honor regularly.
"I don't miss that icy place. It was a mistake to be born there. I only kept it because it was the first thing I won at the gambling table. I lost my first finger for it.
It's my lucky coin."
Sabo said as he rubbed his left hand. The place where his little finger should have been was now empty. There was only a scar left because the wound was not treated well.
"I still had four fingers. I beat that bastard, but he was also a coward, so I killed him. It was like the first time I killed someone. It felt really good to have my destiny in my own hands.
."
There was excitement in his words, and the abnormal experience before him was far more legendary than imagined.
When the coin fell, the girl quickly caught it with her hands, and then covered it on the table. This was originally a game like a child's, but now it is extremely heavy.
"Uncover it."
After hearing Lorenzo's words, Eve slowly opened her hand. On it was a tomahawk. Lorenzo lost.
"Who are you anyway?"
Sabo rubbed his scar, his eyes full of longing, as if this was really what he wanted to know.
"Lorenzo Holmes, a detective."
Lorenzo answered directly, but Sabo shook his head vigorously, as if he was not satisfied with this answer.
"What I want to know is your identity before you came to Old Dunling, and who you really are."
Like Shrike, he was full of curiosity about this mysterious detective's past.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Lorenzo said.
"Priest."
Even Eve on the side was a little confused. I am afraid that no one can connect this crazy bastard with the noble priest.
"A pastor? A pastor of an evangelical church?"
Priests are not a rare profession. A hundred years ago, the master of the world was the Holy Gospel Papal State. They relied on their doctrines to send countless priests to various countries, and secretly controlled the countries in the name of faith. But then
With the rise of steam technology, the so-called faith fell to the bottom. Fire guns and airships freed everyone from the shackles of faith.
Sabo laughed as he spoke and continued without further questioning.
"This time I bet on the tomahawk."
So Eve tossed the coin, and it rose and fell in the air. Neither of them looked at the flip in the air. They stared at each other, their voices full of peace, but their hearts were still tense. This time, the tomahawk was still pointing upward.
,Saab wins again.
"Why did you come to Old Dunling?"
"Because this is Old Dunling. The city with the most advanced technology in the world, the city of hope, the city of steam. The roaring machines have abandoned the old era forever.
People in Feilengcui say that this is a good place. Compared with illusory beliefs, there is gold hidden everywhere, opportunities and wealth are everywhere. It is open to everyone. As long as you come here, you will have a new life.
."
Lorenzo spoke calmly, as calmly as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him.
"Yes, the power of the church is getting less and less. In order to consolidate their rule, the kings relied on firecrackers to destroy churches one after another. It is not a hundred years ago now. At that time, you pastors could live comfortably just by raising donations.
For life."
It seemed that Lorenzo was just a gold digger who came here in the name of Old Dunling, which Sabo found a bit ridiculous.
"I never thought that an executioner like you could once be a priest. Aren't you afraid of divine punishment?"
Countless people died in the Red River Massacre, and the methods were so cruel that even a butcher would be horrified, and all of this was done by the detective who was a priest before him.
"If divine punishment really exists, I'm afraid your place has been turned into a sea of fire by thunder."
The playing band had stopped long ago. They had also inhaled hallucinogens. Their faces were distorted and they were dancing strangely while hugging each other. The same was true on the dance floor. People were tearing their clothes and skin, and there were countless bruises on their fair bodies.
Ten bloody wounds, like wild beasts, emitted meaningless roars and lows, and human civilization was completely abandoned.
"Perhaps the gods are just waiting for us to be reckoned with after our death? You go first this time."
"It's still a shield."
"Why did you choose shield? You have already lost twice." Sabo was puzzled.
"You beat me twice, so you have less luck than me. Lady Luck doesn't favor anyone, and now she will let me win it back." He was confident.
Eve opened her hand, and it seemed that just as Lorenzo said, it was a shield this time, and he won.
"What exactly is that shipment?"
This is what Lorenzo needs to know most at this moment, that mysterious cargo, and everything that happened tonight was caused by it.
"The sacred coffin, it is said that the group of people dug it out of a sunken ship in the ice sea. Many people have died for this thing."
"Sacred Coffin? What is that?"
Lorenzo had never heard of such a thing, not even in theology.
"I don't know either."
Sabo said candidly, "It's like a certain pronoun, like a god in the evangelical church. Do you know what it is? Is it a person, an object, or something else? Just like the Holy Grail in the doctrine, it's just something."
A pronoun that represents something that cannot be said."
"Human beings cannot describe something like that, so they can only call it a sacred and noble name."
As if something was touched, Lorenzo noticed something strange.
The coin is tossed again, flipped, and then dropped.
"Shield or axe."
This time it was Eve who asked, because this time neither of them spoke first.
"shield."
Sabo suddenly said, this time he chose Lorenzo's shield.
Uncovering the coin, as Lorenzo said, Lady Luck will not favor anyone, it was Lorenzo the Tomahawk who won again.
But this time Lorenzo did not rush to ask questions, but picked up his pocket watch and looked at the time.
"What's going to happen to you next?"
It was late at night, and even if something happened, it would be after dawn, and it was still a long time before dawn. Sabo was a little curious about what Lorenzo was waiting for.
"Yeah, so this will be my last question."
"It's not a good thing to just run away after winning." Sabo's eyes were slightly cold. The most taboo thing at the gambling table is this kind of thing. Running away after winning. Although gamblers are not good people, this is considered a gambler.
What a villain.
"Please understand, there is nothing we can do about it."
Lorenzo said and stood up and walked to the edge of the high platform. The location here is really good. Everything can be seen in front of his eyes. The original prosperity is no longer there. Under the hall are bodies in a mess. Now hallucinogens
Their nerves had been completely paralyzed. This time they didn't even have the strength to stand. They lay on the carpet with confusion in their eyes.
The high-ranking nobles are like humble beggars, stripped of their glory and dignity, like the miserable animals in the pen.
"What do you usually do with these people?"
"Is this a matter of bet?"
"Of course not, I'm just curious...you will still satisfy my curiosity, right?"
As he spoke, Lorenzo showed a kind smile to Sabo, as if he was really curious.
"It's very simple, go back and forth wherever you go. We will send the guests to a luxurious hotel in the inner city. They will wake up on a soft and clean big bed after getting rid of their tiredness. Outside is the wonderful world of old Dunling, and last night
Everything is like a dream come true.”
"What a wonderful ending, isn't it?"
"Sounds really good."
Lorenzo nodded in approval, and then asked the last question.
"Where are those people? The crew of the Silver Fish, who transported the sacred coffin, and the people who blocked me that day, where are they?"
This was Lorenzo's last question, and he hoped to get an answer. Just like before, Sabo didn't hide anything, and he was so frank that Lorenzo almost thought he was one of his own.
"They are all dead. Even if they are not dead, they are almost dead."
Sabo said directly.
"All dead?"
Lorenzo couldn't believe it, and then his pupils tightened as if he realized something, and he asked.