The city was slowly waking up, and the iron serpent rushed through the stagnant water, splashing half a man, as if the gloomy rainy season needed a little rest, and the sky rarely continued to rain, but the dark clouds still hung high, obscuring all the light.

The Iron Serpent stopped at the intersection, and as the door opened, Lorenzo stumbled through the crowd before he steadied himself in the crowd.

As the birthplace of the Industrial Revolution, the old Dunling is extremely developed relative to the whole world, the steam engine is here as the source point, and it continues to spread outward, although in so many years of changes, it has greatly changed Invig and the surrounding countries, but in addition to the old Dunling, it is still not as advanced as the old Dunling.

For many strangers, riding the Iron Serpent is a very novel experience, and there are trains and steam engines in their hometowns, but the transportation in the city is still mainly based on horse-drawn carriages, and this kind of steel serpent rumbling on the ground is very strange in their eyes.

Lorenzo was in much the same mood when he first took the ride, grabbing the handlebars for fear that the strange thing under his feet would explode in the next second.

Perhaps because the rain had stopped, there were more and more pedestrians on the streets, and there was a rattling sound in the sewers on the side, like countless rats running wildly.

This is the other side of Old Dunling, the southern part of the city that Lorenzo rarely visits, and even when he comes here, he has to keep looking at the street signs, and after walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally finds his destination.

It was a bookstore on the corner, the door was slightly open, and you could see the mountains of books inside, but I don't know why, there were very few customers here, almost no one came here, and even if there were customers, those customers didn't want to see them clearly, as if they looked like thieves.

Lorenzo was a little confused, and as he prepared to enter the bookstore, he could clearly feel the gazes of the pedestrians around him.

It wasn't a malicious gaze, Lorenzo could feel it, it was more of a puzzle and a doubt.

It's as if there's something wrong with Lorenzo entering the bookstore......

Lorenzo didn't care so much, he was also a witcher, and he wasn't afraid of demons, so how could he be afraid of the eyes of passers-by?

Pushing open the door, Lorenzo entered so generously, and then he felt it.

Countless stunned eyes fell on Lorenzo, and the customers in the bookstore looked at him with their spare eyes, which made Lorenzo furious.

How...... What's going on?

Lorenzo swallowed, feeling more and more that something was wrong, but he didn't feel any sense of crisis, but his hand was already pressed on the handle of the folding knife, ready to kill at any time.

A guest came over, wearing a hat and bowing his head in the room, holding a black bag in his hand, bulging and not knowing what it contained.

The pace of the guests was fast, and after leaving the bookstore, they ran straight into the corner alley.

"This ......"

Lorenzo was a little dazed, and then he heard the very small voice.

"Boss, these, these, and these. ”

Another guest stood in front of the counter, picking up a few books, and the boss understood what the guest meant, quickly checked out and gave the guest a black bag for books.

There was no slowness in the movement, and the guest took the object and disappeared from Lorenzo's field of vision in an instant, just like the previous guest.

There are many such situations in the bookstore, and it is not quiet here, unless it is necessary to talk to no one, one hand pays and the other hand delivers, if it were not for Lorenzo to know the details of this store, he would even think that this group of people are trading hallucinogens.

But now it's not much worse, and the whole atmosphere is like the kind of spies in wartime who connect with each other.

I said...... What are you doing here?"

Lorenzo couldn't take it anymore and walked over to the counter to look at the old guy with his eyebrows fluttering.

"Lorenzo?"

The owner didn't expect to have such a special guest.

Oscar Wilde, a writer who is not very popular, is also one of the members of North Delo, it stands to reason that with North Delo's financial resources, Oscar has no need to continue writing books to make money, but this guy not only continues to write books, but also opens a small bookstore.

"It's open for business, what's wrong?"

Oscar didn't realize how peculiar his bookstore was, and Lorenzo was about to ask something when a customer walked up to him and put a few books on the counter.

The packaging of the books was plain, but the titles surprised Lorenzo.

"The Difference and the Old Dunling", "The Saker in the Night", "Victoria's Secrets", "About the Daily Life of Oscar Wilde", ......

With the advancement of science and technology, culture and ideas are also changing, and the once traditional and serious words are no longer loved by young people, but everyone has begun to like some simple fantasy words, just like the common people's yearning for the legendary knightly life, so these words are called knights.

However, just like the collision of the new and the old, at the beginning of the appearance of the steam engine, there were also those who believed that it was the power of demons, sealing the human soul in steel, rejecting these technologies, and the same is true of these knights, who have been around for some time, but are still not recognized by tradition.

Lorenzo covered his face, he knew that these things were still from the mouth of the kestrel, this high-ranking knight who kills demons during the day and demons at night should be ruthless and efficient, but who knows that he likes these knights very much in private, and has recommended the book "Saker at Night" to Lorenzo more than once.

Okay, okay, these are nothing, Lorenzo has read some of them more or less, after all, he himself likes to read very much, and sometimes he even wonders if he should write the story he got in the [Baptism of God] and make a lot of money.

But...... But......

"Have you fallen into this situation?"

Lorenzo asked, pointing to the book "The Everyday Life of Oscar Wilde", somewhat hysterically.

With what he knew about Oscar, most of what was written was not serious.

"What is the fall? Traditional literature is certainly my ideal, but these new words are also my favorite, and I am a very loving person, don't reduce me to those rigid old guys. ”

Oscar was proud.

Silence, and then there was only silence.

How to defeat a neurotic? Find someone who is more neurotic than him.

Obviously, Oscar at this moment is the one who is more nervous than Lorenzo, Lorenzo had just experienced a desperate fight more than ten hours ago, escaped from the hands of the witcher with forbidden knowledge, barely took a short rest at Buscarlo's, and hurried over to report Shermans's death to Oscar.

But what about Oscar?

This old immortal is holding a pen and signing for that damn everyday life.

This feeling is really disconnected, just now it was an earth-shattering desperate battle, and the next second it became a game of calves with fellow patients in the ward.

"Thanks for liking! Thanks for liking!"

The old man smiled and sent the guest away, and the guest trotted out of sight, not wanting to be seen for a second longer.

In the eyes of many people, it is difficult to get into the elegant hall of knights, and it is more or less said that "serious people look at this thing", so many readers buy a book secretly.

Lorenzo began to understand the look in passerby's eyes and the hellish atmosphere of the bookstore.

"Alas, there is a saying that the knights I write are more popular than my formal works, and some even regard me as an idol. ”

Oscar stood up as he spoke, said sorry to the remaining customers in the bookstore, and closed the door.

Although he was a little nervous, Oscar knew that Lorenzo was a grim reaper, and every time he came, he would not bring any good news, let alone the hilt-like bulge under his coat.

Faintly, there was a slight smell of blood in the air, so strong that it was difficult to hide the smell of these scrolls.

Lorenzo simply flipped through the book "The Daily Life of Oscar Wilde" by the bookshelf, and after a few glances at Lorenzo, he felt a pain in his eyes, and the words were simply unbearable.

A casual glance at a few paragraphs reveals Oscar's writing style.

In the story he is still a writer, but in the story he is a great writer who shocked the four countries, and even Queen Victoria is his reader, and even summons him to the Platinum Palace overnight for some plot differences.

After a short reading, Lorenzo almost didn't recognize Oscar, who himself was a peerless macho man, who had seen the winter of the Far North on a ship in Nordero, had set foot on beautiful and fertile lands, fought broadside battles with Vikings, and had drifted freely on the endless oceans.

"What is this? Oscar Wilde?"

Lorenzo wouldn't believe the in the books.

"Actually, I did think about it when I first came up with the name, but it probably felt too serious. He replied solemnly.

This guy really thought about the title of the book.

There are not only those knights on the shelves, but basically all of Oscar's works at the forefront, except for the hellish fantasy autobiography, the rest are his traditional literature, but judging from the stock of those books, in this regard, Oscar is really not very popular.

It is said that books are an ocean of knowledge, but this ocean feels a little strange.

Lorenzo and Oscar sat opposite each other in the bookstore, and after a long silence, Lorenzo sighed helplessly.

"I'm so tired......"

Oscar laughed.

"Lorenzo Holmes, your life is a little too depressing, so you might as well have fun. ”

Lorenzo nodded, casually picking up a book on the shelf.

Fun, Lorenzo didn't refuse these things, but now he really couldn't relax, and what he had experienced before made him feel uneasy and frightened.

"Oscar, I solved the incident you gave me. ”

Lorenzo said and opened the book.

"You found Shermans?"

Oscar's eyes lit up, although he was a non-selling author, he was a member of North Dero.

"Yes, I found Shermans, but he died not long after. ”

Lorenzo said lightly.

Oscar was stunned, and then the joking look gradually became serious.

"He's dead...... Is it?"

"Died because of the witchers of the Protestant Order, who were so numerous that I had no power to bring him out. ”

Lorenzo said to Oscar as he read the book briefly.

"Is that so......"

"Shermans had taken refuge with the Purifier early in the morning, and Migar seemed to be preparing to make him the Exile's liaison with the Purifier, but his location was revealed, and he was assassinated by the witchers of the Protestant Order. ”

Lorenzo hid the part of the note, he didn't know what the so-called curse was, but he knew that if it really existed, Oscar would definitely not be able to stand it.

"At first I thought it was the Purifier who had exposed his location, and they had made an agreement with the Protestants, but then I realized that something was wrong, and if the Purifier had given up on Shermans, it would have been the Purifier who had done it, and they would not have allowed the Protestant Order to do so in Ingwig. ”

"What do you think is the problem?" asked Oscar.

"The letter. ”

Lorenzo thought for a moment and then said.

"That letter written in secret blood, there is no need for the purification agency to send such a letter, this is the old Dunling, they don't need to be so sneaky, the new order?after losing the Book of Revelation, how much secret blood is used, and what's the point of them sending it to me? tempting me to find Shermans, and then capture me there?"

Lorenzo pondered, "But if that's the case, their first target should be me, not Shermans." ”

"Did you think of anything?" asked Oscar.

"Secret Blood...... Inferior secret blood. ”

Lorenzo whispered, his mind returning to the events after God's Birthday, when he was tracking down the inferior secret blood that was still in circulation.

"Lawrence's Remnants ......"

After the death match on the train, the inferior secret blood is still secretly circulating, and if it weren't for the sudden visit of the Protestant Order, which brought the mystery of Lorenzo's own identity, Lorenzo would have been preparing to track down the remnants of the party.

They have formed a certain scale, have a certain level of understanding of the Book of Revelation, and can also carry out large-scale secret blood production.

A sudden chill enveloped Lorenzo, and he suddenly found himself somewhat immersed in the battle with the Protestant Order, ignoring the more deadly remnants.

"Damn it!"

Lorenzo cursed under his breath, Oscar not understanding why Lorenzo's transformation was so fast.

This was his negligence, there was a force lurking in the old Dunling that was far more deadly than the Protestant Order, after so long, how many inferior secret blood could they create?

Old Dunling is densely populated, and if the demons get out of control, the entire city could fall overnight......

Another Advent night.