"Soldiers, advance, soldiers, the enemy's fortress is there, capture them!"

Old Cole stood panting and panting, and then waved his hand at the empty space of the grass, and at his command, the sick men who had run with him began to run with him, but with a solemn look on their countenance, as if there was an enemy there.

"Dig up, Gavin! You deserter, dig up!"

After commanding the group of patients, Cole Sr. shouted at Gavin, who was digging in the ground, but Gavin remained silent and dug the trench of his imagination.

The soil and grass had been lifted, and there were still a few bugs in them, and Gavin's fingernails were covered in dirt, and there were already some scrapes on his fingers as he dug desperately, but the nurses had no intention of stopping them.

Every time Gavin was stopped from doing so, the seemingly calm patient would suddenly go crazy and aggressive, and he wouldn't hurt much by digging in the dirt like this, so the nurses simply stopped stopping and just let him be happy.

"You don't have no etiquette like this, you won't be able to get married. ”

He was dressed in the same hospital gown, but when Sir Deren walked up, you always thought he was well-dressed, and perhaps that was the function of some kind of etiquette, and of all the patients he behaved most gracefully, and felt that he was a gentleman.

And now the gentleman was watching Eve grab William, trying to pull the old fellow who had been gnawing the grass up from the grass.

"It's vulgar. ”

Delenn looked at Eve with disgust, then turned and glanced at every patient in the activity area with disgust.

In his opinion, these patients were vulgar savages, ignorant of propriety and shame.

He rolled up his non-existent sleeves, picked up his empty cane, and walked steadily around the place, coming to William, who was gnawing grass, and stretched out his hand gracefully.

"Need help? ”

He was greeted with a slap with dirt, and Delen was directly slapped over.

William was finally pulled up by Eve, the old man who said he was an alchemist, and the obvious symptom was that he wanted to take a bite of everything he saw, as if it were some kind of secret medicine he had been pursuing.

He is also one of the more difficult to communicate, rarely take the initiative to say anything, and after being pulled up by Eve, he just sits on the grass, staring vacantly at the gap that has just been gnawed by himself.

Long hair fluttering, sitting cross-legged.

William seemed to settle down, and after a while he didn't know what was coming to his mouth, like some kind of incantation.

Eve didn't care, this old guy was always chattering...... No, the guys in the whole intensive care area are chattering, after all, they are patients, patients who have no cure.

The nurses would give the fellows tranquilizers on a regular basis, but the long and frequent injections destroyed the little sanity that Eve had heard the nurses talk about in private.

The patients were lively at first, but as he lived here, his already broken will withered even more, until he was like the patients sitting on the benches, his eyes glazed over, like a walking corpse.

Eve's "friends" can't escape this fate, she doesn't know what they've been through, and why they've become like this, she just knows that it's a slow death, a little bit, to chaos.

It's a little sad to think of this, after all, she and these friends are quite speculative these days.

But suddenly, the patients stopped moving, and looked in the other direction with some wariness, which was not a sign of reason, but a biological instinct.

The nurse pushes a wheelchair through stagnant water, and a young boy sits in the wheelchair.

Eve had seen him many times, and she knew how special the boy was...... In fact, she was not sure, but she could vaguely feel that the boy was a sane person like herself, but he stayed here for some special reasons, but what made her curious about it was the comments of these patients.

"This savage thug. ”

The elegant Delenn said this, glanced at the boy with disgust, and left the place directly.

"How did he get into the army, and is there a need for child soldiers now that the war is in danger?"

Old Cole made this comment, a little confused, but the poor mind could no longer support him to continue thinking, and bowed his head and continued to reprimand Gavin who was digging trenches.

Gavin didn't react much, just looked at the boy from time to time, and sometimes the dirt-covered hand seemed to want to raise in salute, but each time it was interrupted by Cole Sr.

William didn't react at all, and after Eve stopped him from continuing to gnaw on the grass, he sat cross-legged in place, seemingly in a daze.

It was a young boy, who looked a few years younger than Eve, with soft blonde hair and a sickly whiteness on his cheeks, who sat in a wheelchair with dignity, his gaze staring straight ahead of him, without deflection.

He seemed to be the same as the sluggish patients, but Eve had seen it, and there was a little lucidity and sanity in those empty eyes, but he didn't bother to show it.

The nurse pushed him into a corner and left, leaving him alone, and the patients around him did not dare to disturb him, it was like a pack of docile lambs, and the boy was the evil tiger who strayed into it, he showed no intentions, but he was not hungry at the moment.

Of course, he was not the only outlier in the sheepfold, but also the restless Eve.

"You're going to be in the company of thugs, it's too bad for your family's honor!" said Delenn angrily.

"You're going to enlist in the army, too? But my unit hasn't taken on a precedent for female soldiers. Old Cole said strange things.

Gavin looked like he wanted to say something, but every time he was about to speak, he was trampled on by Cole Sr., and he had to dig the trench continuously.

William, as before, meditated.

Eve had an awkward smile on her face, and for a few days she felt like she was in a kindergarten with a bunch of mentally handicapped children, even though some of them could be her grandfathers.

But Eve is a normal person, she needs to communicate with normal people, and regardless of the advice of these patients, Eve walked directly and secretly towards the boy.

The boy realized Eve's arrival and slowly turned his gaze to her.

It was only up close that Eve could see the boy, who looked like a seriously ill patient, with obvious pinholes on his bare wrists that looked like he had been subjected to frequent injections.

Overall, he looks a little malnourished and very thin.

"You...... It should be normal here, right?"

Probably after a long time with the psychopaths, Eve stretched out her finger and pointed to her head and asked the boy, she tilted her head like a dumbfounded penguin.

The boy looked at her, frowning slightly, as if looking at a fool, but it wasn't long before he spoke, as if he hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time, and his voice seemed a little strange.

"Eve Phoenix?"

He asked, a little uncertain, and Eve felt a little strange, not expecting the boy to know her.

"You know me?"

After receiving the affirmation, the boy smiled and said nothing.

"And who are you?"

Eve was curious about the boy's identity and asked.

Hearing the boys hesitate for a moment, but looking down at his pin-riddled wrists, he sighed, as if he had given up something, and then smiled a somewhat sickly.

"Ovis. ”

He pronounced his name and seemed to accept everything he was now.

"My name is Ovis Victoria. ”

......

The air in the carriage was hot and dreary, and the dim light overhead swayed slightly as the iron snake advanced, and the blurred light cut two shadows below, and they looked at each other silently like evil spirits.

It was a specially modified Iron Serpent, but unlike the mounted Iron Serpents that were used for combat and suppression, this heavy Iron Serpent was used to transport prisoners, who were not the ones they were known for, but rather anomalous people associated with demons.

It stands to reason that the prisoner in front of Arthur should be tied up and put at his head with two strong guards at all times, but Arthur knows that these are of little use to him.

The Purifier is not currently able to contain him, and the only one who can contain him is himself, Lorenzo Holmes himself.

Lorenzo sat at the other end, his eyes gloomy, he seemed to change, more gloomy, like a machine, without the slightest feeling.

In the past, Arthur could still feel that kind of lack of temperament from Lorenzo, but now that neurotic is gone, and Lorenzo in front of him is like a calm monster.

Humans are social creatures, even for a loner like Lorenzo, whose fate is entwined with that of others.

At this moment, it was not the purification mechanism that contained him, but he voluntarily walked into this trap in order to prevent Moriarty's next actions.

Lorenzo was very passive, he fell into the plot of the Protestant Order from the beginning, he did not know what the Protestant Order would do next, but what Lorenzo knew was that he was going to make those people pay.

In this script, which has been ordered for a long time, Lorenzo has to find a chance to turn the tables.

"Your next destination is the Black Mountain Hospital, which is under the command of our Purification Agency, and the Psychiatric Research Agency, who will investigate the false Holy Grail on you. ”

Arthur said slowly, because of the order from Queen Victoria, the purification mechanism was already in opposition to Lorenzo, and he was very embarrassed and painful.

"What about the Protestant Order?"

After a long silence, Lorenzo finally spoke, his voice low.

The Protestant Order had finally cornered itself into a trap, and Lorenzo didn't think they would let him go so easily.

"Cooperation, in fact, all this still depends on your cooperation, we have decided to join forces to study the pseudo-Holy Grail in your body, of course, it is mainly led by the purification mechanism, and the Protestant Order cannot interfere too much. ”

As if to reassure Lorenzo, Arthur said.

But Lorenzo wasn't much happier, he knew very well that the Protestant Order must be plotting something, and that the current relinquishment of power was only the beginning of another, larger conspiracy.

"So who will interfere with all this?" asked Lorenzo.

Arthur seemed a little hesitant for a while, but after looking at Lorenzo, a guy who was extremely harmful to society, he finally said it.

"Queen Victoria. ”

......

Queen Victoria.

She was the ruler at the top of Invig's myriad powers, but unlike many rulers, she was rarely seen in the public eye, as well as the entire Victorian royal family, and she was so mysterious that the only thing she knew was that she lived in the Platinum Palace, which was protected by soldiers, and nothing else.

The public is familiar with the existence of the Queen, but there is almost zero understanding of her, and if you ask a random person, he can't even remember the current Queen, only the honorable "Queen Victoria" name, which keeps echoing in his mind.

"Queen...... It was the Queen who made these decisions, otherwise we wouldn't have chosen to forcibly contain you. Arthur said.

"In other words, it's not the Protestant Order who is leading all this, it's the Queen, right?"

There was a slight light in Lorenzo's gloomy eyes, and after so many years in the old Dunling, he was now aware of the suspicions hidden under the gray fog.

"The Protestant Order has made a deal with the Queen, a pact that will put us at risk against you. ”

"What agreement?"

"It's a royal secret, Lorenzo, and you don't have the right to know yet. ”

Arthur didn't say anything more, just sighed a little tiredly.

"But we've done our best to show kindness, Lorenzo, or the Protestant Order will gladly take over your containment...... You have to be careful with them, they carry the toxin called Cantarella, and Anthony first suggested to me that if it was a low dose, it wouldn't kill the witcher, it would only make you very weak. ”

Lorenzo was slightly touched by this, but he experienced first-hand the power of Canterella, which originated from the poison of the Borgia family and was used by the Evangelical Church in later years.

Lorenzo laughed suddenly, he looked at Arthur and said with some sarcasm.

"Arthur, I always thought you were a tough guy, an iron-fisted dictator, but I didn't expect you to be so tactful. ”

The meaning of Arthur's words just now was very clear, he didn't need to say this to Lorenzo at all, but he still said it, this was to warn Lorenzo that the Protestant Order carried a power that could balance him, if Arthur's behavior made sense before, but now Lorenzo and the purification mechanism can be regarded as opposites.

It's really ridiculous that Arthur wants to control himself and please himself at the same time.

But the guy in front of him said nonchalantly.

"I'm different from you Lorenzo, you are only one person, you can hate and kill with pleasure, you have no worries, because you are only one person, and you can't lose anything anyway. ”

Arthur stared at him with a serious expression.

"But I'm different, my decisions are related to the lives of many people, and I am responsible for them and fight for the best interests of everyone.

It's not tactful at all, it's just the cunning of the old guys. ”

"Are you betting on me?"

"Only an outlaw would bet all his chips on one person. ”

Lorenzo glanced at Arthur deeply, although at this moment the new order and the purification mechanism cooperated, but Arthur knew very well that the cooperation between the two organizations was only temporary, they were inseparable opposites after all, obviously the cooperation had just begun, but Arthur had already begun to prepare how to fight this ally.

"You don't believe in the Protestant Order either?

"There are no absolute allies, only absolute interests, and when interests diverge, we are enemies," Arthur's voice was slow and deep, like a lesson from his father's generation, "Aren't we?" Lorenzo, I thought our cooperation would be great, exploring the origins of demons together, but in the end, ...... Forget it, there's nothing more to say. ”

The Iron Serpent slowly stopped, they had reached the destination of the trip, the door opened, and the cold, damp air poured in.

As soon as Lorenzo got out of the car, he was surrounded by guards, who had received orders in advance, and knew exactly what kind of patient he was greeting, and the strange weapon was held in his hands, as if Lorenzo would be attacked if he resisted the slightest.

"Be kind to Mr. Holmes. ”

Arthur also stepped out of the carriage, shoulder to shoulder with Lorenzo.

"You want to come with me?" asked Lorenzo.

"It's just that there's still a few things to deal with, here. ”

Arthur looked up at the huge barred gate, which seemed to be unguarded, covered with rust and vines, followed by a continuous stream of black silhouettes, on which the lights lit up, but like the glowing eyes of monsters.

"Here we go. ”

Lorenzo said softly, Arthur didn't hear clearly, looked at Lorenzo to the side and asked.

"What did you say?"

The witcher smiled at him, and in a trance he seemed to change back into the harmonious detective, but unfortunately Lorenzo did not change back, and his voice was cold and angry, he said.

"The game begins, Arthur. ”