Seeing Lorenzo walking into the tavern, Hercule behind the bar cheered happily.
Due to the location of the tavern, there were generally not many customers here during the day. Lorenzo scanned around and found that there were only a few customers around, and they looked drunk.
"It's rare that someone is actually happy to see me."
Lorenzo simply sighed and cheered Hercule, he was a moving trouble, a walking god of death, always bringing disaster to the people around him, but he never expected that he would be popular one day, although in front of him
This guy is not a normal person either.
"To be precise, I'm happy for the secret in your head."
Hercule said directly without leaving Lorenzo any illusions.
Although they had known each other for a short time, Lorenzo felt that he was used to Hercule's behavior. He sat aside and said to him.
"Start here?"
What they wanted to communicate were those unknown secrets, and Lorenzo always felt that talking about things like this should be done in a dark corner, rather than sitting here openly.
"Of course, this is a nice place. Would you like something to drink?"
Hercule obviously didn't care that much and said directly.
Lorenzo glanced at the bottles and jars behind him. The liquid inside was floating with strange colors.
"Have you seriously studied wine pairing?"
"Probably...just mix it with whatever you like, and drink it to the point where it won't kill anyone." Hercule said seriously.
"Actually, I quite like this process."
Hercule skillfully opened the bottle cap and mixed the liquids of various colors together. At the same time, he said with some regret.
"You should know that I am searching for these secrets, but I have made a lot of efforts to prevent myself from being suddenly exposed to those people."
"But in this aimless pursuit, I also discovered a lot of interesting things."
Lorenzo stirred the cup with a spoon, killing the time.
"for example?"
"For example, alchemy," Hercule said, "is actually very popular, and even...close to reality."
Lorenzo stopped the meaningless stirring and raised his eyes slightly.
"Some magic tricks always like to use it to deceive people, just like a gimmick, so there are very few real alchemies. In my long pursuit, I have found many such ones, some are fake, but there are always a few real ones.
"Yes," said Hercule.
"I'm not an alchemist, and I don't know much about those secrets, but by comparing these existing cases, I found a lot of interesting things."
Hercule said as he pushed the wine glass over. It was a light blue color and looked drinkable. But as he dripped the unknown liquid, the light blue ocean boiled and rolled rapidly.
It turned blood red within seconds.
"A lot of basic alchemy is related to chemical physics and so on," Hercule said.
"Sounds interesting."
Lorenzo is not an alchemist and does not understand alchemy. He is a demon hunter and is responsible for killing enemies with weapons created by alchemy. Everything is as simple as that.
Hercule shook his head helplessly, "This thing should be able to bring about innovation, but I don't know why it gradually became lost and eventually became a street trick."
"Because this is the bad nature of human beings," Lorenzo took a sip of this strange wine. It tasted just like ordinary beer. There was no big difference. He didn't know what all the bells and whistles Hercule was doing before.
"The ultimate goal of alchemists is to pursue the truth, but for them, truth is limited. If one person gets it, the other person will lose it. This is the curse of knowledge. It curses these greedy scholars and gets
The more they do, the more they magnify their inner inferiority.”
Hercule stopped what he was doing and listened carefully to Lorenzo's speech. These secrets were difficult to collect.
"So there is a competitive relationship between alchemists, even hostility. They will not share their knowledge easily, lest others get the truth before them. This is a sick system, and the final outcome is also with those
Knowledge goes to the grave.”
"Is this the reason for the severance?"
"Yes, to a certain extent," Lorenzo said.
"You know a lot, Mr. Holmes." Hercule looked even happier when he heard this.
To a certain extent, Hercule is very similar to those alchemists, crazy in pursuit of knowledge, but compared with those extinct seekers of knowledge, Hercule is much more normal.
He looked at Lorenzo with fiery eyes, which obviously could not escape Lorenzo's notice. Lorenzo always felt that if given the chance, Hercule would be willing to pry open his head to see what was inside.
What an unsolved mystery.
"Let's put these aside for now. I need some information, and of course there is a price." Lorenzo put down his wine glass and was thinking about his next move after leaving the Stuart mansion.
All forces have mixed into the old Dunling. Their purpose is not yet clear, but Lorenzo knows very well that they are just waiting for an opportunity to detonate everything.
But before detonating, the calmness of this stagnant water made Lorenzo unable to do anything. He wanted to do something, but couldn't find a clue until Oscar appeared.
Lorenzo never imagined that he was still related to that Nordero. In his previous impression, Oscar had always been an interesting but unpopular writer, but compared to these, he was more concerned about the exiles at the moment.
That Cardinal Shermans.
Lorenzo will end this case perfectly, because he also needs Shermans. As a cardinal, he once held a high position. He must know a lot about the secrets of the Evangelical Church. Maybe he can get it from him.
Find information related to eradicating demons.
"So what do you want to know?"
When it came to trading, Hercule also became serious.
"The exile, the exile from Florence, his name is Shermans, he is the cardinal of the Evangelical Church, and he is now wanted by the new pope."
Hercule's eyes narrowed, as if he was recalling everything related to this piece of information.
He was silent for a few seconds, then smiled and asked Lorenzo.
"Then what can you give me?"
"Just ask." Lorenzo replied directly.
"Me first?"
Lorenzo nodded.
Hearing this, Hercule was not polite. He thought briefly and thought about many complicated issues, but he couldn't summarize them as concisely as one sentence.
"Who are you?"
"Lorenzo Holmes, a detective and part-time demon hunter... Originally I was considered retired," Lorenzo said.
"from where?"
"The Holy Gospel Papal State, the Demon Hunting Order managed by the Evangelical Church, that Shermans can also be counted as my former boss."
"what are you up to?"
"Kill as many demons as there are."
Lorenzo answered expressionlessly.
A few short sentences, but the information revealed in these words was enough for Hercule to think too much, and they would become bricks to fill in the illogical places in the deduction he conceived.
After another period of silence, Hercule said slowly.
"Let me think about your problem."
"Aren't you going to continue asking?" Lorenzo thought he would ask more questions, but Hercule suddenly stopped.
"You need me, so you will always tell me all your secrets. There is no need to be so anxious." Hercule replied confidently.
Hercule could guess that Lorenzo had an equally mysterious organization behind him, but judging from Lorenzo's failure to connect himself with them, Lorenzo was not absolutely united with that organization.
Yes, he needs himself, it is essential.
"As for that Shermans..."
The majestic palace unfolded in front of Hercule's eyes. It rose from the ground, built layer by layer until it pierced into the sky. As the light chanting music played, the heavy door opened with a bang.
Countless pictures flashed before his eyes as the door opened, and hundreds of people whispered in his ears. Different languages, different accents, and different contents pieced together an unknown story.
Lorenzo waited patiently. Hercule was an interesting person. As he said himself, after the shipwreck, he gained power that ordinary people could not imagine. Such a huge amount of information was rushing through his mind. If
If he were a machine, this machine would be running at high speed at this moment, with hot air waves overflowing from the gaps in the steel, carrying that thunderous sound.
"I think... I have an idea."
Hercule ended his thinking and built a magnificent palace in his mind. If thinking could be visualized, Lorenzo could see Hercule carrying a ladder and searching back and forth on the towering bookshelf.
with relevant information.
His expression was a little strange, but before saying all this, he reminded Lorenzo again.
"My information is not accurate. After all, all this is just my interpretation. If you want to confirm its authenticity, you need to see it with your own eyes."
Hearing his emphasis, Lorenzo didn't care.
"I know, I just need a starting point to let me know where to start."
Lorenzo certainly understood the limitations of all Hercule's actions, but within these limitations, there was still a lot that could be done.
I would like to reprimand Oscar again here. The information he gave was pitiful. Old Dunling is so big. Without Hercule, it would obviously be a lot more difficult for Lorenzo to find someone here, and it would even be impossible.
"Any questions?"
Lorenzo noticed Hercule's strange expression and asked.
Hercule thought about it carefully, and after making sure that his guess was not wrong, he asked.
"Do you remember the first time we met?"
"Rat's Nest?"
Lorenzo remembered that in order to chase the man, Lorenzo was hit by the carriage and flew several meters away.
"They are strangers. Although they hide it well, I can hear the difference in their accents," Hercule said. "They are a group of shady people, and what they want to do is also shady.
Otherwise they wouldn’t come to me.”
Lorenzo listened carefully and couldn't help but said.
"You even analyze your customers?"
"It was me, my dear customer, who almost killed me."
The premise for Hercule to be friendly to Lorenzo at the beginning was that he saved her there. Although he has a brain that is beyond ordinary people, Hercule's physical fitness is very poor, which may be the sequelae of the shipwreck.
With his fragile physique, he would definitely die if he fell from that height.
"Those guys have problems, and even the questions they ask are very problematic." Hercule's words sounded confusing.
"Actually, many people's identities and purposes can be inferred from the questions they ask. Businessmen are seeking profit, politicians are seeking power... Of course, my business scope is not that advanced yet."
Although he was somewhat famous in the Lower City, under Hercule's deliberate control, the Bad Rat was just a nobody to Old Dunling.
"What is their question and what is the answer?" Lorenzo asked.
"What happened in the north of Old Dunling, and I deduced that a secret military operation took place in the north not long ago."
Hercule said frankly, but then he saw Lorenzo's slightly changed expression, and he couldn't believe it.
"This... won't involve you."
Lorenzo did not answer these, but stood up directly and continued.
"I think I know. Let's talk about this later. If necessary, this is my address."
Lorenzo said as he took out his business card and placed it on the bar counter.
"No... I haven't said my guess yet!" Hercule didn't know what Lorenzo was getting up to.
"I have already surmised, Hercule, that I am actually quite smart, but many times I am more willing to use violence to solve problems."
Lorenzo said and was about to leave. He did have a smart brain, but rather than exhausting his brains to calculate something, Lorenzo still liked to speak with a sword, and this thing was much faster than the former.
Everyone is driven by purpose, even when fleeing. If Shermans really wanted to avoid the pursuit of the new pope, he should go to a farther and more remote place instead of the powerful city of Old Dunling.
He must have come with some intention.
In just a few words, Lorenzo had already revealed the unknown secret, but this time he couldn't do it alone.
Although Lorenzo was wary of the purge agency due to the arrival of the mission, Lorenzo could not tolerate being separated from them regarding this incident.
"I should have thought of it earlier."
Lorenzo whispered as he walked.
It is impossible for the powerful Shermans to be unaware of its existence. As long as they obtain the precious thing called "Revelation", even the new pope will no longer be a threat. As long as they want, they can do whatever they want.
A new church can be reestablished.
This is the purpose of those exiles. They came to Old Dunling not to escape, but to counterattack.