The man wears an exquisite badge on his chest, which depicts the continental map of the entire Western world. Although it is not very accurate, under the limitations of today's measurement technology, this is already considered the most complete. There are many star-like figures on it.
Points of light, they are connected above the continents and oceans, like constellations in the night sky.
This is the symbol of Nordero, and the star trails are their routes throughout the entire western world.
"Um."
Lorenzo responded to the man's question.
People were coming and going all around, and everyone was queuing up to board the ship. Due to the special nature of Lorenzo's operation, Nordero prepared a special passage for them.
"But……"
The man seemed a little troubled. He remembered that only four people came, but now there was one more person, a mouse to be precise.
He didn't know the content of his work, but he still remembered his boss's order to report any changes, and this increase in personnel was obviously included among them.
"We are short of people, so we found one temporarily."
Lorenzo answered, and he pulled Hercule over, who looked constipated.
"But there is nothing in the instructions..."
Before the man finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lorenzo.
"Friend, you have to adapt to circumstances. You can't always contact us for everything, right?"
Lorenzo smiled, but with this expression, Lorenzo exuded a dangerous aura. The man felt a little pressure for a moment, and his breathing became slightly faster.
"Okay, but I still have to report to the boss...you guys go in first."
The man got out of the way, and the group hurriedly boarded the ship.
Leisure time is always so short, but in such a short time, everyone has different gains.
Eve once again saw Lorenzo's shamelessness, and Lorenzo once again successfully deceived someone into lameness. As for the one who was deceived, he looked constipated and was pulled away by Lorenzo.
Although it is said to be pulling, it is more like holding someone hostage.
Heibald followed the three of them. His attire was the same as his previous disguise. He was tall and put on glasses. He also looked at the book in his hand while walking, which reduced his sharpness and made him more sharp.
Like a strong scholar.
As for what he is looking at...he hopes no one else will know.
Before departure, the ingenious Lorenzo packed the cover of the book to hide the thought-provoking title.
At the very back is the kestrel.
Halfway through the journey, Lorenzo turned back and glanced at the kestrel with some concern.
The situation of the Kestrel is very strange. I can’t tell whether it is bad or good.
Everything still had to come back from fishing in the Kestrel. As expected, he didn't catch a single fish, but he brought back someone else's fish. He said it was given to him by a lady and hoped that his fishing basket would not be too empty.
Already.
These were normal, but what happened next was a little abnormal. Kestrel put the fish on the table and smiled stupidly at the fish.
To be honest, that smile disgusted Lorenzo.
"Kestrel, are you okay?"
Lorenzo asked, seeing the kestrel's face reflected in the dead fish's big eyes, like some ghostly ritual.
"Gloria..."
Kestrel whispered the name, completely ignoring Lorenzo's words.
"what happened to him?"
Eve also came over. This guy who was somewhat passive and slow at work had such a drastic change that she felt a little scared.
"Hmm... I guess..."
Finally, Haybold came over. The guy looked at the kestrel's appearance, flipped through the pages of the book again, found the sentence corresponding to it, and he read.
"Although it was the first time we met, I thought I had already fallen in love with her. I suddenly realized why I was so unlucky in the first half of my life. It turned out that all my luck was used for this encounter."
He said such disgusting words that even Lorenzo couldn't bear it. He scratched his arms and felt goosebumps all over his body.
"I guess he's in love."
Haybold concluded.
"No way?" Eve said in surprise.
Lorenzo looked confused, and he shook the kestrel vigorously, but the kestrel didn't respond at all and continued to stare at the dead fish.
"Why do I doubt whether he is controlled by power?"
The professionals gave the answer, and Eve stopped Lorenzo. Judging from the guy's eagerness to try, he was really ready to check whether the kestrel had been eroded.
"Alas...I think I will never see her again."
Kestrel said suddenly, his intoxicated expression became lost, he leaned back on the chair and looked at the ceiling.
"Gloria Jackson."
He said the woman's name again. This was the first meeting, and it also became the last meeting. Kestrel would leave by boat tomorrow, and so did the woman. They failed to leave any contact information before parting...
...except this fish.
"Do you think she will like me? Although I have only met her once, I may never see her again."
Kestrel looked at Lorenzo and asked, his face looked sad and dazed, which made Lorenzo stunned for a moment, and then Lorenzo cursed.
"It's just the first time you've met. We're just strangers chatting. Would you propose to a random passerby? Just because you have a good conversation?"
Lorenzo angrily said that he began to suspect that Kestrel had entered puberty, a puberty that was delayed for who knows how many years.
"Maybe she has forgotten you. After all, we see many, many passers-by every day, but only a few of them can leave an impression in our memory."
Recalling the passers-by in his mind, Lorenzo couldn't remember any of them. Their appearance was all gray and became part of the background.
It's true, you see a lot of people every day, but there are very few people who can really connect with you.
Human beings look lively, but in fact everyone is lonely.
Listening to Lorenzo's words, Kestrel's expression became more and more sad.
"Please pour me a glass of wine."
Kestrel said to Eve that he looked like a dying patient. Eve said nothing and filled him a glass.
"Would you like to commemorate my fleeting love with me?"
"Is this just pure lust and destruction of lust?"
Eve said venomously.
"You said it was love at first sight?"
Kestrel asked Lorenzo again, and saw that Lorenzo had walked to the table at some point and grabbed the fat dead fish.
"I just think that you may have been with the demon for a long time and your brain is a little abnormal."
Lorenzo held the fish in one hand and drew his pocketknife with the other.
"Put it down!"
Kestrel screamed, but it was obvious that he couldn't beat Lorenzo at all, and what followed was a tragic scene.
Everyone gathered around the table and looked at the hot grilled fish with different eyes.
"You killed my love!" Kestrel continued to cry, but he could not change anything.
"But your love is indeed delicious. Do you want a piece?"
Lorenzo forked a piece of fish and put it on the kestrel's plate.
Kestrel stopped screaming. He looked at the hot piece of fish. His expression was strange for a moment. After hesitating for a long time, he picked up the fork.
"how is the taste?"
“It smells good.”
…
That's probably it. Lorenzo ended Kestrel's love story neatly and neatly. To be precise, the story never started at all. It was just Kestrel's own sudden lust.
Lorenzo turned around and asked Eve in a low voice.
"Does the cleanup agency have a psychiatrist? I suspect there may be something wrong with Kestrel's brain."
"What do you say?" Eve asked.
"Think about it, fighting monsters all day long, there is nothing like a normal life, even..." Lorenzo turned back and glanced at Kestrel, "Sometimes I feel that life is terrible.
It’s a bit outrageous and I need something to vent about, and I feel like Kestrel has probably reached that extreme.”
"Then why is it now? Isn't he usually good?"
She has not known Kestrel for too long, but in Eve's perception, Kestrel is quite normal.
"Probably this overtime job was the final blow to defeat him."
Lorenzo analyzed.
"Lorenzo, you still have a chance to let me go now. I think I'm almost at my limit."
At this time, Hercule, who had been silent and constipated, spoke. Only then did Lorenzo remember that there was him beside him, and he saw that his face was pale, as if he was sick.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"I hate the sea."
Halfway through, Hercule finally couldn't bear it anymore. He grabbed the railing beside him and vomited toward the seawater below.
"What kind of disease is this?" Lorenzo was very curious. He thought it would be better to care about Hercule first than the kestrel. "Sea sickness? Or seawater allergy? Wait, is there such a disease?"
"Sequelae."
Hercule wiped his mouth and said weakly.
"What are the side effects?"
"The sequelae of the shipwreck...you know, since I came back alive on the sea, this is the first time in so many years that I have set foot on the waves again."
Hercule looked at the blue ocean in the distance, and his thoughts couldn't help but recall the shipwreck that changed his life.
It was this shipwreck that shaped the Rat King and turned Hercule into an inhuman being. He gained a lot...and seemed to lose nothing.
But from then on, Hercule only had a deep fear of the sea. One of the reasons why he never returned to his hometown was that the place was far away from Inverg and he had to take a boat.
"So Lorenzo you didn't lie to me, did you?"
Hercule suddenly asked again. He grabbed Lorenzo's clothes and looked a little sickly.
"Of course, I owe you this. I am still trustworthy in this regard."
The two of them were talking in words that Eve couldn't understand at all.
Hearing Lorenzo's affirmation, Hercule seemed to have made a decision. He tried hard to raise his strength and continued to move forward. At the end of the road was a bad ship, and what awaited him next
It was also a bad trip.
But Hercule didn't care about this anymore. For example, what Lorenzo promised him, these difficulties were obviously not that difficult.
"【gap】……"
Hercule whispered those unfamiliar words. He once again felt an almost trembling joy about the unknown of this world. He was like a morbid madman.
But this joy did not last long. Hercule, who had just regained his glory, took two steps and threw himself next to the railing, vomiting vigorously.
"Is there any seasickness medicine?"
Although he had not yet boarded the ship, as if to comfort himself, Hercule asked weakly.
Hebold didn't pay attention to the conversation between the people in front of him. He looked at Hercule, and after realizing that this guy posed no threat, he gave up his observation.
This sudden addition to the gang obviously required Heibald's consent. Lorenzo initially thought that Heibald would strongly refuse, but he never expected that Heibald didn't care about this. He said that he had the right to command the actual actions.
He was still in Lorenzo's hands. As long as he could get the job done, he didn't mind Lorenzo's various behaviors.
Hybold cared more about other things than Hercule.
Kestrel's eyes fell on his side, with a confused look on his face. Maybe all this happened too fast, and this guy still can't accept it.
"Just a woman," Haybold said.
Kestrel turned his head stiffly and said slowly.
"Yes, it's just a woman. It's not really about lust or anything. I just feel very lucky... I suddenly found a very suitable person." Kestrel said.
"She also likes reading these books and fishing. We have so many similarities. We are almost like close friends. We even talk about another female version of me."
Kestrel was still a little reluctant to part with that woman, "After all, my job is terrible, and I wanted to develop some kind of office romance, but before I could remember the name, everyone died, and batch after batch was replaced.
"
"Then do you want to be with her if you have the chance?" Haybold asked again. The Viking didn't know why he cared about these things.
Kestrel shook his head simply, then smiled.
"It's just talk. Just like Lorenzo loves to talk nonsense, I'm just having fun."
"Tu Yile?"
Kestrel nodded, and then patted Highbould's shoulder hard.
"Yes, I am Kestrel, the high-ranking knight of the Purification Agency. Next we have to go to the Iron Law Bureau to snatch people. Even if I come back alive, my job is still to chop down monsters and the like."
Kestrel became serious, as if his reluctance just now was all just an act.
"My life is actually quite abnormal. I might have used up all my luck that time, and then became what others call the dead. This is a bit too irresponsible for an ordinary person, or even a lover."
Kestrel's expression changed again, from being serious to a sad face.
"So, the best solution is office romance! But this is a high-risk industry! Maybe everyone will die again."
Kestrel came to a conclusion.
"An endless loop!"
"You don't have to force this kind of thing. Maybe one morning, you suddenly find the person you love, leave regardless of everything, and let go of all the constraints." Hebold said.
As the sun shone down, Haybold's figure became unusually tall from this moment on. He was like a devout priest, holding the "Gospel" in his hand and trying to answer the questions of the confused lamb, the kestrel.
"Ah... I didn't realize that you, a Viking, are quite romantic."
Kestrel cried in mourning. Hearing Heibald's words, he didn't expect that this Viking looked so rough but had such a delicate mind.
"No, this is what's written in the book, I just think it's appropriate."
Highbould turned the book over and let Kestrel see the line of text.
Kestrel was stunned.
The rapid change of mood made Kestrel not know what to say. He actually thought that this rough guy would say such things. Maybe Lorenzo was better than him. What on earth was he expecting.
"Forget it, let's go quickly."
Kestrel urged, he didn't want to say anything more on this topic.
For Kestrel, his life is a bit bad and boring, so at this point he agrees with some of Lorenzo's actions, telling bad words and telling some strange jokes to make this bad atmosphere change.
Gotta loosen up faster.
This is just a wonderful encounter, a perfect afternoon, but one cannot always stay in it, and the kestrel still has a lot to do.
Everyone continued to talk about Kestrel's obscenity, and Kestrel also continued to wail, looking happy, as if these people were really preparing for an interesting trip, instead of grinding their teeth and sucking blood, preparing for the next one, and again.
Or countless battles and fights.
The whistle was melodious, echoing in the port of Rendona. The ship moved slowly, stirring up heavy waves. It sailed away from the port of Rendona and headed towards the other end of the White Tide Strait.