There were still a few hours before the action started, and for Lennet, it was also a few hours before his performance started. This guy's face was slightly red, and his whole person showed a kind of excitement.
He looked at Lorenzo and the others. Although these guys didn't say much, Lennet could sense a deep seriousness from them.
Indeed, it is time to be more serious. The fate of the two countries will be decided by them in a while. No matter how you think about it, it is very stressful. In Lennet's understanding, he regarded these manifestations as strange things.
“As expected, everyone loves music!”
Lennet held Lorenzo's hand excitedly. It seemed to him that the rich man who funded him really loved music. After knowing that the performance was about to start, he was as excited and serious as himself.
Lorenzo, on the other hand, has no idea about the whimsical thoughts in Lennet's mind. If he could know, he would probably think that Lennet is somewhat mentally ill.
Looking towards the lobby, the hotel lobby is now full of band members. Everyone is wearing serious attire and checking their instruments. Outside the hotel door, rows of carriages are ready, waiting for everyone to set off.
"Okay! Everyone smile!"
The photographer's voice sounded, followed by a dazzling flash of light, and the clicking sound ended.
A group photo session had already started in the hall, and the band members were being photographed by photographers. Lennet explained when he saw this.
"The other members have already finished taking photos, it's just you who are left."
He wanted to take a photo with Lorenzo and others.
"No, you're too polite."
Lorenzo tried to politely refuse him. Although there was no explicit prohibition, he also knew this. If possible, it is best not to leave any photos of people like Lorenzo. Just like urban legends, just listen to them.
Don't leave any real evidence behind.
Lorenzo gave a false smile.
If you think about it carefully, each member of this improvised team has a very special identity. They are the high-ranking knight of the Purification Agency, the heir of the Phoenix family, the envoys of the Viking countries, and the mysterious Rat King.
As well as its breeder, and Irene who was being hunted by the Iron Law Bureau.
This posture... I feel like this photo would be worth a lot of money if it were really taken.
"Oh oh oh, I know, I understand!"
Lennet croaked like a rooster, and while crowing, he peeked at the people behind Lorenzo. Then he grabbed Lorenzo, apparently trying to pull him aside.
A funny scene occurred. Lennet tried to pull Lorenzo, but Lorenzo was as calm and unmoved as a stone statue.
Lorenzo looked at Lennet doubtfully.
"I said, I know that rich people like you are like this and don't want your image to be exposed."
Lennet didn't care why Lorenzo was so calm and whispered directly into his ear.
Lorenzo's heart was filled with complicated emotions. The more this guy guessed, the more he went off topic.
"But don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped. If you're worried, it's okay to just take a photo with a few of us."
Lennet said.
"No..." Lorenzo wanted to refuse, but was interrupted by Lennet.
"Don't do that, Mr. Holmes."
Lennet said seriously.
"Think about it, there aren't many opportunities like this, well... at least for me, it's just a souvenir, right? This performance can be considered a realization of my dream, and witnesses like you must be there.
"
After listening to his words, the determined Lorenzo suddenly hesitated. He did not answer first, but turned his head slightly and looked at this strange team.
Eve was playing with Kestrel's triangle, but Kestrel looked disobedient. Hercule was still educating Poirot. Judging from his angry attitude, he was preparing to complete Poirot's third generation. Haybold and Al
Lin looked at each other coldly from time to time. The grudge between the two could not be resolved by these few things...
They had not met each other for a long time, and they had never understood each other so deeply before, but now, in a few hours, they were about to carry out that difficult action.
To be honest, for a moment Lorenzo thought of his past, on that Advent night.
Many people have died. As time goes by, Lorenzo gradually cannot remember their faces. Perhaps human memory is indeed not very reliable. Steel will be corroded and turned into dust, and mortal bodies will eventually
It will age and turn into dry bones.
Now Lorenzo was a little panicked and worried.
Based on the current intelligence, Lorenzo is very clear about the danger of the next operation, the choir, the Iron Law Bureau, Lawrence... maybe this operation will leave someone in Gaulonaro forever.
So who will it be?
A face flashed before his eyes, and no matter who it was, Lorenzo couldn't accept it.
Emotions are the bad nature of human beings. They can make people hesitate and become overwhelmed, but they can also make people become more like a human being, more like a living person, rather than a cold weapon.
"Keep it as a souvenir, Mr. Holmes."
Lennet winked.
Lorenzo looked ahead blankly, and after a while he nodded.
"OK."
…
"Then, everyone, stand tighter."
On the steps of the hall, there were a few scattered people standing. Due to Lorenzo's request, he was not able to take a photo with the orchestra members in the end. Instead, only Lennet joined in, so as to satisfy his strange psychology.
.
"So what's going on? Lorenzo."
Eve asked in a low voice from the side. She was standing next to Lorenzo, already ready to fight and kill, but suddenly it became like a tourist souvenir.
"As a souvenir, that's what Lennet said anyway," Lorenzo replied.
"Isn't this against the regulations?" Kestrel said softly, "I remember the purification agency has regulations..."
"Don't worry about that. It's a rare occasion. Maybe this is the last time you take pictures?"
Erin put a hand on Kestrel's body, pretending to be close to him carelessly. Kestrel couldn't guess what this guy was thinking. He wanted to have a fit, but he felt that breaking this rare harmonious atmosphere was too difficult.
Some things are bad, so I have no choice but to endure them.
"leave me alone!"
Kestrel pushed Irene with one hand that could only move, and Irene smiled as if teasing a good woman.
"Hey, is the moon shy?"
Haybold looked forward, as if this short-term joy had nothing to do with him, and he asked.
"What do you want to do? Lorenzo."
"It's just a souvenir. It's rare to go abroad! No matter whether we succeed or fail in what we do next, I'm afraid we won't have the chance to come to Gaulnaro for many years, right?"
Lorenzo answered, then he stretched out his hand and held down Kestrel and Irene who were standing on the step in front of him.
"Everyone, please be quiet."
The boss had spoken, and the two of them were silent. But judging from the look in Kestrel's eyes, he was still very annoyed.
"Okay, everyone, I'm here."
After Lennet communicated with the photographer, he trotted over. Essentially speaking, this time he was not just taking photos, but more importantly, he wanted to get closer to Lorenzo. After all, an artist is still more or less
He needs financial support from wealthy people, but with Lorenzo's help, maybe he can bring the show to the Viking countries.
"Okay, smile."
The photographer shouted, and with a click, the somewhat awful smiles of several people froze.
Then comes the end.
The carriage was ready and was just waiting to set off. Eve and others carried the piano case containing the weapons into the carriage, leaving only Lorenzo and Irene who were still staying there for some reason.
"I've always wanted to take a photo with Ivar, but you also know our special nature, and these things are impossible."
Erin looked at the busy people and said slowly.
"And slowly, as time went by, I was afraid that I would forget what he looked like."
Turning her head and looking at Lorenzo with some confusion, Irene asked.
"You shouldn't be someone who likes to take souvenirs, right? Why?"
She had seen everything about Lorenzo and knew exactly what kind of person he was. He deliberately avoided the entanglement of emotions and maintained his indifferent mind as much as possible.
"It's better to refuse to accept it from the beginning than to be afraid of losing it."
Irene put her hands on Lorenzo's shoulders. She wanted to raise her head higher to touch Lorenzo's head, but due to the injury, she could only raise it to this height, just like a good brother.
"Think about it, you are more pitiful than me, so how should you face them? Accept them? Or reject them?"
Erin meant something.
Lorenzo thought for a while, but he did not answer Irene's question, but talked about something else.
"I'm just afraid of forgetting what they look like. As you know, human memory is not reliable."
His expression was somewhat hesitant and sad.
"I'm afraid, Eileen, this is like Advent. It is a sinful ritual. In order to appease the rage, people are needed as sacrifices...This time is also a ritual, a ritual to prevent war, a ritual
There is a need for sacrifices, human sacrifices.”
Lorenzo couldn't help but clenched his fists, his joints turned white, and his nails dug deeply into his skin.
"I don't know what will happen. I'm very powerful, but I can't protect everyone... Maybe someone will stay here forever, it might be you, it might be me, or it might be the guy who keeps clamoring for good luck.
"
"I don't want this, I don't want anyone to die."
Lorenzo began to understand Arthur's feelings, and Lorenzo Medici's. Perhaps a wrong decision would ruin many people, and they had no time to repent, so they could only bite their sins and move on.
"You can escape."
"But there are some things that have to be done by someone."
Hearing this, Irene laughed, she leaned back slightly, raised her hand as high as possible, and then pinched Lorenzo's face hard.
"Then do your best, Mr. Holmes, and save everything you can..."