With the outbreak of the Holy Night, the Temple of Stasis, where the incident occurred, became the main battlefield. Countless demon hunters and demons fought here. All the accumulation of the demon hunting order that has been passed down for thousands of years was also burned in this burning night.
Completely destroyed.
It was a magnificent building no less than the Cathedral of Saint-Naro, and now I can only relive it in memory.
Lorenzo walked slowly in the Temple of Stasis...or the Palace of Memory. Everything here was the same as in his memory. After all, they themselves were built from Lorenzo's memory.
After walking through the well of sublimation in the center, the gate to heaven leading to the ground, and passing familiar buildings one after another, Lorenzo finally stopped in front of a door.
He looked around again, and there were different doors on the ancient stone wall, countless doors, doors of different styles, some were wooden doors, some were iron doors, some looked like bedroom doors, and some doors
But it's like imprisoning a monster.
Each door leads to different memories. Lorenzo was a little confused at first, but then he figured it out.
This is not the real world, this is the spiritual world structured by Lorenzo's memory. Maybe Hercule symbolizes memory with books, while he symbolizes memory with doors, those doors that Lorenzo once pushed open.
Just like reminiscing about the past, he gently brushed one handle after another until he stopped in front of a familiar handle. He moved his gaze upwards. This was a door that Lorenzo was extremely familiar with and his former room.
Lorenzo pushed it open with all his strength, as if he was pushing a heavy stone door. Dust fell between the gaps, and then a breeze blew over, mixed with warm sunlight.
"This book is quite interesting."
It was a day off, with no training or prayer. Although the scope of activities was limited to the parish, it was also a rare freedom. 047 sat in a corner of the bedroom, looking through the books he had copied. Maybe his handwriting was too confusing.
He frowned from time to time, thinking about what this crooked text was.
"Which one?"
042 lay on the bed, struggling to read the book in front of him. This was also copied by 047, but this guy's handwriting was so messy that it gave him a headache.
"The 016 book, she called it "Henry V", and the book described an 'ideal monarch'."
Such a conversation seemed to have happened before, 042 took the trouble to ask.
"Then you want to be a king?047."
"King, of course it's good, the king is great, but the king is also troublesome, right? There are so many things in a day, it's better to be a detective." 047 said.
"detective……"
042 muttered, then lowered his head and looked at the copied book, which was about a detective named Holmes.
"I have been planning my retirement life. I have even asked someone to find a route, mix it with the goods, and be transported to Old Dunling together."
047 said and looked at 042 on the bed.
"What about you? Have you thought about what you want to do in the future?"
042 shook his head and said sadly.
"No, maybe I'm a boring person."
047's thoughts are always so beautiful, which is completely different from 042's. He has too many beautiful hopes for the future, but 042 has nothing. This child is extremely ordinary, he looks stupid and stupid.
Lorenzo stood by the door, watching these quietly, with a little sadness on his face as he recalled the past.
That question has been lingering in Lorenzo's mind and he can't get rid of it.
042 is fictitious and does not exist. Even what Lorenzo sees in his memory now may be memories made up by his subconscious in order to make logic normal. Perhaps in this room at some time in the past
There is only 047 alone.
Lorenzo didn't want to admit this, he also wanted to find more clues, more evidence to prove the existence of 042, evidence of his own existence, but he was so different from the 042 in his memories.
These two people have completely opposite personalities. It can be seen from their eyes that 042 is a timid child, a mediocre lamb. Unlike the fanciful 047, his future will not be unstable, just like many ordinary people.
Just like an insignificant drop of water in the ocean.
But how could such a child be the great Lorenzo Holmes?
The memories were constantly fragmented. Lorenzo looked at the memories of the past and was both happy and sad.
He closed the door and continued walking towards the infinite end, where there were more doors waiting for him.
The door was pushed open again, and a hoarse fighting sound sounded.
"042, faster!"
The priest yelled at the boy, and in the harsh rebuke, 042 gritted his teeth and swung the sword harder.
It was a blade that had not yet been sharpened, but in 042's hands it became a life-threatening weapon. But this was not enough. What they would face in the future would not be humans, but monsters called monsters.
The sword blades struck each other fiercely, and every impact was accompanied by pain in his wrist, as if a hammer was hitting the bones. He could hardly hold on to the hilt of the sword.
"Don't be distracted, 042."
The opponent whispered in the close confrontation.
042 nodded slightly and stared at his opponent.
047 is so powerful. Obviously everyone is of the same age and receives the same training, but 047 is far better than others, powerful, but humble.
The pale sword light approached again, and the usually gentle 047 became ferocious, like a wild beast that chooses people to eat.
047 only becomes dangerous when training. 042 once thought that he liked fighting and enjoyed the sense of accomplishment of defeating others, but later in the night conversation 047 gave a completely different answer.
He just doesn't want anyone to die.
Yes, death is a very terrible thing. When you die, you are dead. You have nothing and can’t feel anything anymore. This colorful and beautiful world has nothing to do with you anymore.
047 knows their fate, which is a fate that cannot be resisted. The only thing he can do is to help others and become stronger as much as possible, so strong that not even the so-called fate or monsters can kill him.
Only when he is alive can he have hope, and only when he is alive can he have that wonderful retirement life. Only when he is alive can he go to Old Dunling, open a law firm, and live the life he has long expected.
That's all.
It means that the monster is far more terrifying than humans. If he can't even hold on in 047's hands, he will definitely die when he faces the monster in the future.
He struggled to lift the sword and used all his strength to block the blow when the sword light fell. He succeeded, but the huge force that followed pushed him back. He was too tired and had no strength to stabilize.
He lost his center of gravity and fell down, raising dust.
The priest looked at 042 with some disappointment. If it were a real battlefield, 042 would be dead now.
"047, you have great potential."
Turning his head, the priest could not hide his praise for 047.
047 did not respond to the priest's words, but pulled 042 up.
"It looks like I will die in the near future." 042 said somewhat decadently. He is not weak, but he is still far behind compared to 047.
"Don't worry, say.
042 looked at him.
"We will not face the monster alone... We are like wolves, traveling in packs and never alone."
So the scene freezes at this moment, Lorenzo closes the door, turns around and continues moving forward, looking for the lost door.
In the quiet palace, countless doors were lined up like a long corridor, empty except for him.