It seems that you are falling into the deepest ocean. No matter how hard you struggle and become hoarse, your voice can only echo in this deep sea. No one can hear your existence. You just fall like this until you reach the eternal depth.
Even the memory no longer exists.
Lorenzo slowly opened his eyes. In front of him was a quiet street. People in decent dresses held each other's hands, spread smiles, and enjoyed the tranquility under the moonlight.
There are poets singing and playing music on the street, telling a series of dusty stories.
Feeling very tired, Lorenzo turned his head. He was wearing a white robe and a silver cross hanging on his chest. People around him looked at him with respect.
"You'll catch a cold if you sleep here."
There was a voice, and the white-haired man sat next to him. His face showed the vicissitudes of middle-aged people. He was wearing the same robe as Lorenzo, but he was the bright red one, and he was favored by the divine.
man of.
Pedestrians on the roadside looked at him with reverence, lowered their heads slightly, and whispered prayers in their mouths.
"Priest Lawrence?"
Looking at this familiar old friend, Lorenzo felt a strange emotion for a moment, as if he didn't expect to see him again after so many years.
"Wait... is this Feileng Cui?"
He suddenly realized the difference in the situation, covered his head and stood up. Lorenzo looked around. Although his memory of this place was blurry, he still found a sense of familiarity in the numerous buildings.
.
It was there, the place where he was born. Obviously he had left this place, but Lorenzo returned to the original place after an unknown period of time.
"You seem to have had a long dream, which almost made you forget yourself."
Dean Lawrence seemed to see Lorenzo's confusion. He was a servant of God and the leader of the Demon Hunting Order. He pointed out Lorenzo's confusion at a glance.
"You mean...dream?"
Lorenzo tasted the word and still seemed a little unbelievable.
"Yes, you are a person who has received the [Baptism of God's Favor]. You should have gained something from that sacred baptism. As I said at that time, those memories that do not belong to you will always follow you. Some
Some are good for you, some may interfere with your judgment.”
Lawrence has a faint smile, and he always gives people a feeling of spring breeze. Even without the red robe that symbolizes status, you will think that he is a sage the first time you see him.
"I have also had dreams that made it almost impossible for me to distinguish between reality and illusion. I am as confused as you, but time will give the answer, no matter what the problem is."
"Like that damn 42?"
Listening to Dean Lawrence's Chicken Soup for the Soul, Lorenzo thought again of the stories written in the image carrier deep in his memory called movies.
The ultimate in the world is 42, a number that seems meaningful but also meaningless. In short, Lorenzo can't understand it all, so he can only understand this memory as a ridiculous story.
He didn't know if other favored people also had such nonsense, but at least Lorenzo relied on his broken memory to understand the existence called the universe.
"42? You mean the things in your own memory, right?"
Lawrence smiled kindly. Every demon hunter has been baptized. Only the baptism of the gods can further specialize their will to resist the erosion of demons. However, this will also bring some side effects, such as some
Memories that do not belong to oneself, no one knows where these things come from, and there is no definite answer within the sect.
"Probably... Then, Master, what have you dreamed about?"
Lorenzo asked lightly. He couldn't remember much about this blessing ceremony. His memory was just a blur. He only remembered that he had stepped into the shimmering water, and then he had these additional memories.
Memory and erosion resistance.
"It's a lot, but I'm getting old and I've almost forgotten it."
Not sure whether he really forgot or didn't want to answer, Dean Lawrence just avoided the question.
"Like you, when you were young, I longed for the world in your memory. It was completely different from ours. There were no monsters, no wars, it was peaceful, and everyone could get what they wanted."
He recounted the memories that had turned yellow with some nostalgia and emotion.
"But then I walked for a long time and visited many places in the world, but I couldn't find it. Later I realized that it was just an illusion. Although it is sad, it can be used as comfort.
good."
Lorenzo nodded in understanding, looked at the familiar face, and tried to look at it a few more times to remember his appearance.
"Okay, don't think so much. Today is the great day. The Pope is waiting for us at the Seven Hills. The execution of the old era is about to begin. Every demon hunter needs to be present."
Lawrence said and patted Lorenzo on the shoulder. As he ended the conversation, a luxurious carriage slowly stopped in front of the two of them.
The car door opened to welcome the two of them. Without thinking too much, Lorenzo and Dean Lawrence got on board.
The Seven Hills are located outside the Fei Leng Cui. As the center of faith, only believers and churches are allowed there. Therefore, the basic cycle there relies entirely on the Fei Leng Cui, like a worm parasitic on this city.
The water of the Tiber River flows through it, and the carriage runs very fast on the bank.
The carriage has a large space. It is more like a mobile office than a carriage. Behind the extended carriage are stacks of documents, which the assistant organizes and places on the table for review.
"Well, do you know that country to the north of us?"
Dean Lawrence, wearing thick glasses, suddenly asked as he looked at the document.
"North? You mean Yernweg?"
The first thing Lorenzo thought of was that city, the city he had lived in in his dream for six years. It was all so real, as if Lorenzo had been here just a few minutes ago.
"Yes, after the war with Gaul Naluo, steam technology continued to improve. In order not to be targeted by us alone, Queen Victoria generously shared steam technology with other countries and tied them to the steam chariot.
.
Now steam technology has been rising in other countries, and even the mysterious Jiuxia has received their technical assistance."
Dean Lawrence put down the document, looked directly at Lorenzo, his tone was cold.
"They are all afraid of the church and are trying to use steam technology to keep us far away. Now we can still maintain a delicate balance with each other, but no one knows what will happen next."
Lorenzo seemed to hear the implication, and he asked tentatively.
"What are you...going to do as a church?"
"That's what we're going to talk about tonight."
Dean Lawrence had a mysterious look on his face, with an air of detachment.
"But tonight is not..."
Lorenzo's eyes glazed over, and he suddenly remembered what was going to happen tonight, the much-anticipated carnival.
"Isn't this a good day?"
Dean Lawrence smiled, with enthusiasm hidden under his cold eyes.
"Ending an old era and opening up a brand new era."
Lorenzo finally remembered what happened on that day. The news that had been circulated within the Demon Hunting Order a few months ago was that the Order had captured the last demon and they would execute the last demon tonight.
This announces the end of the old era and the arrival of the new era.
"Then...what about us?"
Lorenzo raised his head and looked at Dean Lawrence, with unprecedented confusion in his eyes.
"If the last demon dies, then do we still need to exist as demon hunters?"
He whispered, seeming to be questioning Dean Lawrence, and seemed to be asking himself the final choice on this confusing road.
It is precisely because of death that life becomes valuable, and because darkness is terrifying, light is full of hope.
All things are mutually antagonistic and interdependent, so what about the witcher? When the demons are gone, where should the witcher go?
"There will always be a way."
Dean Lawrence said with profound meaning.
"No matter how the times change, we will survive tenaciously, just like a little spark, as long as it is not extinguished, it is enough to ignite again."
So gradually rising murmurs and prayers filled Lorenzo's ears, and the huge and majestic city continued to enlarge in front of his eyes. It seemed to be alive, and countless believers gathered in the square to praise its existence. The fanaticism
The evil breaths gathered together, and the warm white mist continued to rise, as if the city was breathing together.
The tall Templar knights guarded every intersection. He wore fine armor and a sharp sword on his waist. They guarded the heavy and huge fire blunderbuss on their chests. Under frontal shooting, it could easily hit.
Wear steel plate.
Seeing everything that was extremely familiar, the carriage took him flying past, moving forward, crossing the long red carpet, and arriving at the most sacred center.