Lorenzo leaned against the car window, leaning his head on his hands, moving his eyes outside the car window, admiring the monotonous and repetitive scenery.
The pitch-black night and the continuous blizzard completely obscured the stars. He could see nothing except the chaotic darkness and his own cheek vaguely reflected on the car window.
Looking back, everything in the carriage was very familiar. This was the train Lorenzo took when he went to the port of Rendona to carry out the commission from the Viking countries.
The interior of the carriage was very luxuriously decorated, and as the carriage shook, the wine bottles in the cabinets also slightly collided with each other, making bursts of crisp sounds.
Lorenzo sighed helplessly, everything happening now was very similar to when he went to Nalo in Gaul.
He continued to look and saw several familiar figures already sitting on the sofas arranged horizontally. Due to the fatigue of the journey, they leaned on each other and fell into a deep sleep.
Lorenzo was really bored and admired the sleeping postures of several people.
The shrike crossed his arms, lowered his head, and leaned against the wall. He was indeed one of the few serious people among them. Even when he was sleeping, he looked very serious. Next to him was the kestrel, and he didn't care.
In the image, half of the body is lying on the sofa, taking off the shoes, putting the legs on the armrest of the couch, half of the feet are in the air, swaying slightly with the carriage.
This was not really a comfortable sleeping position. Lorenzo guessed that Kestrel would have back pain when he woke up.
In the other corner was Shao Liangye. Because of Kestrel's terrible sleeping position, there really wasn't much space left for him on the couch, so he put a few layers of cushions in the corner of the carriage and sat down to sleep.
He never forgets to hold his weapon.
These are all the members in this carriage. As for the others who are in other carriages, they don’t know what they are preparing. As for the accompanying ladies, out of a gentleman’s point of view, Lorenzo and others only reserved sleeper berths.
I gave it to them, and most of them are sleeping soundly now.
Ah...Lorenzo also wanted to lie in bed and sleep comfortably, instead of spending the long night here listening to the snoring of the kestrel.
After Watson brought the news of the disaster, the holiday ended. Everyone took action, trying to be dispatched in the shortest possible time. Then the next night after the party, about ten hours ago,
They have finished gathering.
Everything was so rushed that Lorenzo didn't even have time to clean up his office.
"So...did I lock the door?"
Lorenzo had been thinking about this damn thing since he got in the car.
Although there was nothing valuable in the office, Lorenzo felt uncomfortable at the thought of being visited by thieves, not to mention that there were a bunch of deadly weapons hidden at home. The situation in Old Dunling was so bad now.
Even Lorenzo knew better than to cause trouble to Su Aran Hall.
The rush didn't stop there. Orders were issued in a hurry, supplies were mobilized in a hurry, and even farewells seemed very hasty.
Those who could participate in the war were urgently mobilized together, while those who could not participate became the family members of the family... or family members.
Fortunately, Lorenzo didn't have many friends, so it didn't take up too much time to say goodbye. Of course, most of his friends would have to go to the battlefield with him.
Before leaving, Hercule came to see Lorenzo. He even brought a glass of freshly prepared wine. Looking at the strangely thick and brightly colored unknown liquid under the glass bottle, Lorenzo immediately guessed
Here comes what is.
"Just...just let it happen?"
Lorenzo asked with an unkind expression.
"Of course! This time it's my exclusive secret recipe!"
Hercule was extremely happy.
"When did I say it wasn't your exclusive secret recipe?" Lorenzo asked, "This is more than just an exclusive secret recipe! Can you make the exact same wine again? You don't know what you are mixing, do you?
"
Hearing this, Hercule was very happy and said happily to Lorenzo.
"That's why it's called 'relaxing'. Every glass of wine is unique and cannot be replicated. It only happens once in your life!"
"No, no, no," Lorenzo waved his hands repeatedly, "I've experienced this damn 'just once' thing from you many times."
"Come on! Come on! If you die outside, you will never be able to taste it again!"
Under such a strange "blessing", Lorenzo and Hercule reached a consensus, and although they could not drink the strange glass of wine in front of him, it was still brought over by Lorenzo.
He lowered his head and found the secret bottle of Sui Yuan in his pocket.
Looking at the color, Lorenzo felt uneasy and thought about it seriously. If he was really going to die, it would be good to have a drink like this.
So don't touch this thing before you die. It would be better if it accidentally breaks during the battle.
Thinking of this, Lorenzo felt that his suppressed emotions were a little relieved. He reached into his arms and took out a brand new cigarette case.
Lorenzo's homemade cigarettes were stored inside. Lorenzo dug a few times and took out the cigarette with black lines. He took a look at it, stuffed it back, picked another one, and held it in his mouth.
on the mouth.
Light a fire, breathe, reveal...
Lorenzo rarely smoked cigarettes anymore, let alone smoked mandrake-laced cigarettes.
He once felt that he could leave this behind, but when the pressure hit, only these old friends could share his worries.
The numbness gradually spread, soothing the tense nerves. Looking out the window, there was a little light under the dark night.
A pure white light shimmered at the end of the horizon. They seemed to be chasing the train. As time went by, they became larger and larger, contending with the night and trying to repel it.
It was a nice view, but it was a pity that Lorenzo had no one to share it with.
For some reason, this reminded him of Oscar's story. He couldn't remember exactly which book it was. After all, this unpopular writer wrote many unsaleable books. In order to win the chance of being published, he wrote
Even the pen names were changed one after another.
The old hunter stood exhausted on the broken ice, carrying the big fish he had killed on his shoulders, and shed tears facing the rising sun at the end of the horizon.
He lives alone in the desolate countryside. A heavy snowfall has blocked all roads. Unsurprisingly, this old guy cannot survive this winter. He has no food, no wood, nothing.
The old hunter didn't care about it. He had lived for a long time and had tried many things. It seemed that only death was left and he had not experienced it yet, so he lay in the cold wooden house and waited for death to come.
.
It stands to reason that this is the case... But one day, when he was so hungry and dizzy, he vaguely heard something. It was the sound of some kind of animal howling. The sound was very childish, like the cub of some kind of wild beast.
The old hunter opened the door and found the embarrassed cub in the snow not far away.
Probably a wolf, maybe a dog.
The old hunter didn't quite know what it was. His eyesight was not as good as it was when he was young. Even the shotgun was a little unsteady. All he could see was that it was a ball of furry things.
This cold wooden house has a new guest.
Then...then the old hunter didn't know what the reason was. In short, he started hunting again. In order to fill the belly of the cub and prevent it from barking endlessly at night, he walked a long way through the snow until he captured it.
The prey has arrived.
From the time he set out until now, the old hunter has been thinking about why he wanted to come out. He thought about this reason but couldn't figure it out. Until now, watching the sun rise, he suddenly realized it.
In fact, apart from death, there are some things he has never experienced, such as rebirth. Strangely enough, a hunter with blood-stained hands would also think about rebirth, but in this twilight years, he really started to think seriously.
It is not my own new life, even if it is the new life of a beast.
The old hunter moved on, still more than ten kilometers away from his wooden house.
This is a slightly strange story, sandwiched among a bunch of short stories. At that time, Lorenzo felt that he had understood something from it, but at the same time, it seemed that he understood nothing.
Lorenzo was puzzled by this for a while, and then he was relieved. After all, Oscar is a low-class writer. He writes these things and just reads them when he goes to the toilet. He doesn't need to pay too much attention to them.
Since then, Lorenzo often placed a copy of Oscar's book in the toilet. Fortunately, Oscar didn't know about this.
Oscar...Oscar...
Lorenzo thought about his strange friend and cheap teacher.
In the final farewell, Lorenzo didn't see Oscar. It may be because Watson invaded his [gap] and had some impact on him. It may also be that this guy really drank too much. In short, Lorenzo
Before Zuo got in the car, the old guy was still sleeping.
Lorenzo thought it was good. He could imagine Oscar coming to say goodbye. He would probably hold a copy of the manuscript and brag about himself.
"This is my latest work!"
I can already imagine Oscar's terrible voice in my mind.
"In case you die outside, you won't be able to read this masterpiece! So read it before you die!"
It sounds a bit outrageous, but Lorenzo feels that Oscar must be able to do such a thing.
The memory almost ended here. In addition to the smell of the kestrel's feet, Lorenzo could smell the smell of engine oil permeating the cabin. It was mixed with the smell of steel and continued to spread.
It stands to reason that this train should be equipped with enough sleeping compartments for several people, but it is not because there are other things occupying these places.
"Aren't you asleep yet?"
The car door was pushed open and Merlin walked in. To his surprise, he followed suit.
"Some of you can't sleep, how about you? How are those things organized?"
Lorenzo asked rhetorically.
This train not only carried them, but also carried many original sin armors.
This war cannot be ended by Lorenzo alone. Mortals will accompany him, but mortals also need armor.
A large number of original sin armors that were still ready for combat were carried on the train. Due to the emergency, most of them had not yet completed debugging, so these technicians from the Perpetual Pump also boarded the train.
Get as much work done as possible on the road.
"Fortunately, these all survived the heavy rain and were not affected too much. As for the knights who control the armor, they are also our elite."
Merlin looked slightly sad and sighed.
"After all, this war is not on our home court, so the combat power we can deploy is limited."
Lorenzo listened to his words, nodded slightly, and then asked.
"Anything else?"
Merlin must have come here for something other than just to see if these people were sleeping.
"Yes, how should I put it... The flame bearer is too damaged, you probably won't be able to use it anymore."
In the battle with Roger, the Flame Bearer was almost torn into pieces. It relied on its strong demonic flesh and blood to avoid being dismembered.
"As expected, I would be surprised if your perpetual pump could be repaired," Lorenzo said.
"That might... really surprise you."
Merlin thought for a while and gave such a mysterious answer.
"What's wrong?"
"To be precise, we haven't completely repaired the Flame Bearer... we've only repaired half of it, probably."
"What's the meaning?"
"It means that the Flame Bearer cannot be driven by humans. In order to repair it, we used an excessive amount of demon flesh and blood. Now it is not much different from a demon wearing iron armor."
Lorenzo probably understood what Merlin meant, and he said.
"You mean, I can use [the gap] to control it, right?"
"Well, but generally speaking, it's not you, but Watson," Merlin said. "You're not skilled at controlling the [Gap], right, so I think the flame bearer can be left to Watson, she
Very good at these.”
Merlin said, looking around as if he was going to find something in the carriage.
"But her whereabouts were so strange, I thought she was here."
Lorenzo shook his head and denied, "She's not here."
"Is that so... Then when you meet her, please convey this message to her."
Seeing this, Merlin could only sigh helplessly. He was very interested in Watson. After all, such a weird existence was rare, not to mention that she was very friendly to the purification agency.
But Watson is so mysterious that many people forget that there is such a person among them, except Lorenzo.
It seems that Lorenzo is the only link between Watson and the world, and only Lorenzo has an equal attitude to Watson. Once Lorenzo disappears one day, the others will never find Watson again.
gave birth.
"OK."
Lorenzo responded and turned to look out the window. The rising sun drove away the darkness, and most of his field of vision became brighter. However, in this brightness, Lorenzo felt that something was wrong.
"Where are we going? This doesn't look like the road to Port Rendona."
Lorenzo asked Merlin, who looked confused.
"Don't you know where we're going?"
Lorenzo shook his head.
"It's not Rendona. It's close to the White Tide Strait and it's very hot right now."
Merlin looked at the other end of the window, the dark side.