"So you dug out this information from Irene's mouth? It feels like nothing..."
Hercule looked at the sea under the night with a blank expression. The cool sea breeze blew on his cheeks, making him feel a little cold.
"It feels like a lot, what? Isn't this enough for you?"
Lorenzo glanced at Hercule sitting on the chair, and then his eyes wandered to the room behind him.
There was no extra room for Irene, and in order to keep an eye on her, she was directly placed in the living room. Although she said she was going to Lorenzo to clean herself up, no one would believe this woman who was talking nonsense.
"I need a lot of intelligence, the more the better. Only with a lot of data can I figure out what they want to do," Hercule said.
"What can you think of based on what you have now? Hercule."
Lorenzo leaned out of the fence and looked at the terrace below. It was already dark, but the lights were still bright below, and people were drinking and talking and laughing.
"Just some... purposes, I can probably guess what they want to do."
Hercule closed his eyes and meditated. The bad sea made his thoughts slow down a lot.
"Naro in Gaul has always been controlled by the beliefs of the Evangelical Church, but as the most secretive institution in the entire country, the Iron Law Bureau firmly opposes the existence of beliefs." Hercule narrowed his eyes slightly, "It seems that Orthodoxy is
The thing is that they have premeditated it. Gaulonaluo no longer wants to be dominated by the Evangelical Church, so now is the best opportunity to fight back."
"And that Corey Feyre. Although I have been lying dead in the room, I can still hear your conversation to some extent. Judging from Erin's description, that Corey Feyre is an out-and-out
A patriot, a staunch atheist, and extremely disgusted with the existence of faith."
Hercule tapped the armrest with his fingers as he spoke.
"The enthronement ceremony of the Orthodox Pope, and the sailing ships..."
"Do you have any plans?" Lorenzo asked.
Hercule shook his head and said helplessly.
"No, nothing, Lorenzo."
As he spoke, his eyes remained on the sea in front of him. Hercule hated the sea.
"I hate the sea, Lorenzo, don't you think that when you are on the ocean, it feels like you are in another world?" Hercule said flatly.
"No matter which direction you look, you will see the endless sea. The only thing that can support you is the deck under your feet. You may be able to follow the direction of the stars, but many times you will face endless rainstorms, as if you are facing
In the world after death, no matter how hard you struggle, you will never find salvation."
He exhaled deeply and grabbed the big mouse in his arms.
"This is what happened when I was shipwrecked. I felt like I had died and my soul had gone to hell. This hell was an endless sea. I would drown in it, come back to life, and repeat this process until eternity."
"That's the kind of sea we're in now, Lorenzo."
Hercule suddenly turned his head, as if he had changed into a different person, with a chill and a little bit of madness in his eyes.
"When the tide rises and forms a high wall, no one can stop it."
Lorenzo was silent and then asked again.
"You really thought of something, didn't you?"
Hercule neither affirmed nor vetoed, just answered lightly.
"Actually, we don't need any plan at all. We already know the enemy's movements. All we need to do is confirm the location of the hostages after arriving in Gaulnaro. With your absolute force, no one can stop you from taking away a person.
, not even an army can stop you."
"But there are some things that even monsters can't stop, Lorenzo."
"What is it?" Lorenzo asked.
Hercule thought for a moment, then smiled and said to him.
"As much as you, Mr. Holmes, have superior force and are unparalleled in the world, there are some things that cannot be solved by force, such as love, hatred, and the unpredictable nature of people's hearts..."
He stood up unsteadily, holding Poirot in one hand and covering his stomach with the other.
"Maybe the war is doomed, Lorenzo."
Hercule looked very pessimistic.
"Although the purpose of our trip is to prevent the outbreak of war, is it possible that our actions have accelerated the outbreak of war?"
"The Iron Law Bureau, the Choir, and the establishment of Orthodoxy. Although I don't know about this kind of military matter, judging from the existing intelligence, our enemies are very anxious. They are frantically creating monsters, just like a war."
It seems like it will start tomorrow."
"That's why I have to deal with this," Lorenzo said.
"But some things cannot be ended by one person." Hercule continued.
"Even if there is no choir, the next choir will come out as the trigger of the war... You also said that they united into a group called the Rhine League."
Hercule recalled the international situation. He didn't care much about these things. After all, before being dragged aboard by Lorenzo, he could live well as long as he cared about his own little land.
"Inerweg represents the pinnacle of existing industrial technology, and do you know who is second? It is Leiber. There is a Gaulnaro between Inerweger and Leiber, although there are railways and ships.
, but exchanges have gradually become more frequent in recent years.
There is also a special ore in that country, called cypress, which was used on a small scale a few centuries ago. At that time, people called Leiber's sword the sharpest weapon, and in industrial technology
With the blessing of "
Lorenzo paused and nodded. He did not expect that Bai Tie's origin was like this.
"With its mineral advantages, lack of experience in large-scale wars, and accumulation of technology, it can be said that in the Western world, Leiber is the country most likely to surpass Inverg. In recent years, due to these industrial developments and some messy reasons
, the development of these countries, whether it is Gaul Naluo, Leiber and the Viking countries, has reached a level.
Like a monster in a cage, industry and steel are its food. It eats more and more, growing bigger and bigger, until one day the cage can no longer contain it, until the monster escapes from its restraints."
Hercule continued.
"Sometimes war is doomed. We all need a war to fulfill each other's hatred and interests... Maybe Ying Erweg is also looking forward to this."
"Is it really as serious as you said?" Lorenzo couldn't believe what Hercule said. In his opinion, it was a bit... too scary.
Lorenzo didn't understand, wouldn't the world be more harmonious? Why must we fight and kill? Lorenzo knew that it was ridiculous to say this from the mouth of a murderer like him, just like a madman saying that he loved
Life is the same.
"This is the difference, Lorenzo, you may be a powerful warrior, but you are not a greedy politician. You know how scary monsters are, but sometimes, you also need to know that sometimes people are scarier than monsters... I
I have always felt that you know this better than me."
Hercule patted Lorenzo on the shoulder.
"No matter what, be careful. I always feel that this operation is not as simple as it seems. And you are right. Heibald must be hiding something. He and Irene are both like this."
His stomach rolled again, and his serious expression was broken. Hercule looked extremely embarrassed. He walked towards his room, but when he got halfway, he turned back, looked at Lorenzo and asked.
"Do you think Yin Erweg really doesn't want war?"
Lorenzo was startled, but Hercule did not wait for his answer and asked himself.
"To be precise, what Ying Erweg desires is a victorious war."
…
After Hercule said this, he left, fell on the bed, and groaned again.
Lorenzo stood blankly by the balcony, lost in thought.
He suddenly remembered the topic he had chatted with Hercule before. Hercule said that he had saved a lot of money, bought a private ship, and parked it in the port of Rendona.
Hercule made a big deal about the ship. According to his description, it was simply a royal palace on the sea, with all the food, drinks and entertainment available. The cabin was also filled with food and gold.
He called the ship a refuge. If war broke out one day, he would sail the ship to uninhabited waters and stay there for a few years before coming out.
Lorenzo thought he was joking, but it seemed that Hercule was serious. Unlike Lorenzo, who was trying to stop everything, he felt that these things were destined, just like life and death, which cannot be changed by manpower.
of.
Walking into the living room, there was still a dim light in Haybold's room, and he was probably still looking at that strange thing. Eve and Kestrel's room was dark, and the two guys had fallen asleep.
Tonight it was Lorenzo who was in charge of the night watch. Ever since the attack on the kestrel, someone had to be kept awake every night.
But even though it was a night vigil, most people still couldn't sleep.
"Aren't you asleep yet?"
When Lorenzo passed by the sofa, he noticed something and said to the sleeping woman.
After a while, Erin slowly got up.
"How do you know I'm not asleep?"
"The sound of breathing was not right. It was obviously a little faster when I passed by," Lorenzo said.
Erin looked surprised and then asked.
"Are you so sharp? Or do people like you have such abilities?"
Lorenzo didn't explain the witcher thing to Irene, he felt it was unnecessary, but even if Lorenzo didn't say anything, with this woman's intelligence, she would more or less connect Lorenzo with the mysterious patriarch
Got up.
"How much do you know about this thing?"
Lorenzo took out the secret blood. The living room was dark, but the faint light still illuminated the blood in it, making the light dim.
"not much."
Seeing the secret blood, Irene's smiling expression froze, but she disguised herself again and showed her charming smile again.
If Kestrel were here, he might actually be able to be tricked by Irene, but Lorenzo knew exactly what kind of person the woman in front of him was.
"Then change the topic."
"Does Mr. Holmes like to chat with people so much?" Irene asked again.
"I just feel that keeping vigil is boring, and it also has to do with... the demands of work."
Lorenzo lowered his head and looked at the blood in his hands.
Temple of Stasis...
Based on the current intelligence, Lorenzo guessed that the existence called the Stasis Temple that the demon hunter has been communicating with should actually be a [gap].
A [gap] that can only communicate in one direction.
As for why every demon hunter can connect to it, the question is even simpler. Lorenzo suspects that all demon hunters have their secret blood derived from a demon.
A monster that is still alive today.
There are some things that Lorenzo is destined to do, such as returning to the Cathedral of San Naro again. There are still too many mysteries waiting for Lorenzo at the place where this story begins.
As for the secret blood in my hand.
Lawrence's remnants definitely don't have the foundation of the Evangelical Church. Lorenzo doesn't know exactly how their secret blood is extracted from the bodies of those demons, but... maybe, maybe Lorenzo can use this secret blood as a medium.
Trace it back to its source and find the [gap] of that demon.
"Mr. Holmes?"
Irene's voice suddenly interrupted Lorenzo's thinking. He slowly raised his head and collected the secret blood.
"What are you doing?"
Irene was seen holding her face in her hands and looking at Lorenzo intently.
"Looking at you, even now I dare not imagine that you are so powerful, that you could kill the choir soldiers so easily, and that it was a one-sided massacre."
"I'm starting to take an interest in you, Mr. Holmes."
Erin let go of her hand. She had no self-awareness of being a captive at all, and looked like she regarded this place as her home.
"I have met many men, and I can see through them at the first glance. Their hobbies and experiences are displayed in front of me so calmly."
"So you played with the kestrel the same way?" Lorenzo asked.
"Kestrel? You mean Mr. Moon?"
Every time she mentioned "the moon", Irene couldn't help but smile.
"No, no, he's not worth my effort. He's easier to deceive than ordinary men. What's in his heart is almost written directly on his face, just like an innocent little boy..."
At this point, Erin finally laughed and gestured with her hands.
"But such a big 'boy' feels like he is teasing a child. If I stretch out my hand, he will stagger over."
Lorenzo kept a straight face and said nothing.
"What? I thought you would be angry if I said that to your friend."
Irene's smile did not last long, and she also restrained herself.
"It's nothing, that's just the way he is, and what you said is right," Lorenzo said.
"Kestrel's life is quite twisted to a certain extent. From struggling in the lower city to joining the purge agency, if I think about it carefully, he has lived in a twisted world from the beginning. At least I have experienced
It was a barely wonderful childhood.”
Lorenzo recalls his experience with the kestrel.
"But there's no need to talk about him now. I want to ask you something else."
"What's up."
"About Ivar."
As Lorenzo spoke, he carefully observed Irene's expression. As expected, Irene disguised herself very well, but when it came to Ivar, her expression still changed slightly.
Erin Adler.
Lorenzo still remembered Haybold's description of him, like a snake or a scorpion.
Under the beautiful skin is a dark and turbid core. This woman is like wearing a mask that cannot be taken off, and no one can see her true face clearly.
Haybold also said that maybe the name Irene Adler was also fake, and that this woman was completely made up of lies and deceit.
When talking to her, she would always be played around by him. Although the contact time was not long, Lorenzo sometimes felt that he had to invade with [gap] in order to guess what this woman was thinking.
But he didn't want to do this. Whether it was to become more like a monster or for some other reason, Lorenzo just felt that if he solved it so crudely, it would be like cheating, and winning would be meaningless.
Just as he was fully capable of killing Moriarty at that time, he didn't want to do that, which would only kill an enemy instead of completely defeating him.
"Tell me about Ivar Lodbrok."
Lorenzo observed Irene carefully, eager to see clearly what Irene was hiding from the fragmented clues.