The world is deep, like a silent sea, and when you fall into the sea, you can feel the biting cold caressing your whole body, it chokes your throat little by little, slams your lungs, drains all the oxygen, and drags you into the sticky dark bottom of the sea.

You fall feebly, trying to resist, but the cold water flows through your palms, and you try to grasp something, but it is incomparably clear under this quiet sea.

Nothing, no seaweed, no fish, just clear water, you fall slowly, and in the darkness there are white-soaked palms sticking out, they greet you and embrace you.

It was an innumerable corpse, I don't know how long it had been here, its skin completely lost its color, turning gray, and its withered face was full of strong emotions, freezing the last second before death forever.

You howl in terror, but it will only make you die faster, the sea water pours into your mouth and nose, your body gradually loses its strength, you can't do anything, and you die in despair under this sense of powerlessness.

You become one of the drowning victims.

Lorenzo awoke from the table with a thud, his knees lifted hard, and he slammed into the table, shaking it up a few bits, and in the midst of his scramble, everything on the table fell and rolled to the ground.

Taking a deep breath, Lorenzo pinched his head hard, and the chill in his heart gradually dissipated.

He had a nightmare.

Lorenzo rarely dreams, let alone nightmares, and remembers that the last time he had a nightmare was when he had just arrived in Old Dunling, when he first used the power Gabriel, his memories were confused, and under this infection, he was haunted by nightmares for a long time, until he felt them again today.

"It's so cold......"

Lorenzo said sincerely.

He sat down at the table and fell asleep, the sky outside the window was cloudy, and it was almost early morning, the temperature of the air was cold, and the scenery outside the window was blurred by the attached water vapor.

Lorenzo picked up his notebook, where he recorded a lot of secret knowledge, including the part of the interrogation experiment.

Arthur didn't know that Lorenzo himself could write such a thing, otherwise he would have stopped himself from backing up this knowledge.

Glancing at what he had written last night, Lorenzo closed it and put it in a drawer.

After sitting at the table for a long time, he picked up a cigarette and lit it, and there was a hint of brightness in the dimness.

Lorenzo's mind was a little chaotic, although he didn't have the power of Chandal, but after going through so much, he also clearly felt that countless things were happening at the same time, they were densely piled together, like a carnival before the end.

The end is coming.

What a cruel message.

Lorenzo remembered his furious shouting at Lawrence and said he would find a better solution, but when he returned to Invig, Lorenzo felt an unspeakable powerlessness.

Not everyone is capable of being a hero, even Lorenzo.

Lorenzo wants to save the world, but he doesn't know where to start, cutting demons is just futile, if he doesn't cut demons, he will only stand in confusion, he can't save the world, and he can't even save his own bad life.

In this way, it seems that what he said is just a big sentence, Lawrence, on the contrary, is much more pragmatic, this madman simply created an army and tied the country to the chariot of interests.

But...... That was before.

Lorenzo stood up, stretching his muscles, knife hidden in his eye.

War is not a solution, it is just a solution, Lawrence may win this apocalyptic war, but what about the next time? What about the next time? It's an endless cycle, and the war just makes everything go into the next cycle.

It's like what the Vikings called Valhalla, repeating Ragnarok over and over again.

Lorenzo couldn't accept such an ending, and he didn't want to lose to Lawrence.

"Ah...... It's crazy to think about. ”

Lorenzo couldn't help but feel a pang of unspeakable emotion at his distorted and deformed thoughts, and he shook his head helplessly, as if there was nothing he could do.

In fact, the reason is very simple, and even say that you don't forget your original intention.

Eradicate demons.

Set the entire Valhalla on fire.

It sounds unrealistic, but this is the best Lorenzo can think of, not to deal with this war, but to solve the root cause of this war and eradicate the existence of demons.

Before, he had been slashing demons in confusion, and he couldn't find the root point, but now that he had found a clue, Lorenzo was closer than ever, almost close to the root.

"What's behind [the fence]? What are you hiding, Queen?"

Lorenzo said as he looked at the calendar pinned to the wall, a date with a red line.

The date was tomorrow, and tomorrow Lorenzo was going to meet the queen and listen to her explanations, and Lorenzo had a hunch that it would not be such a pleasant interview.

With that in mind, Lorenzo heard a small noise coming from downstairs, a slight sound, but one that was incomparably clear to the witcher's ears.

Someone pushed open the door to the Winchester office, and the man walked in, tiptoeing like a thief.

Lorenzo couldn't guess who it would be, and although life was colorful, most of the time it was quite boring, Lorenzo would sit alone on the broken couch in the doorway, sometimes smoking, sometimes drinking, like a retired grandfather, watching the people on the street.

But it's probably also his acquaintance, if it's a thief, Lorenzo will be even happier, in his opinion, being patronized by a thief can be regarded as a surprise in life, of course, this thief probably doesn't know that he has fallen into a thief's den.

"Cut, what's wrong with you?"

Lorenzo walked downstairs and looked at the guy who was emptying her dirty laundry from the couch, casually tossing it aside, and then sat down on her own.

"I happened to be passing by, I came to see you, you don't have a fixed business hours, do you?"

Eve looked at Lorenzo's terrible living conditions.

"Ah...... I feel like you're a slowly growing fungus under damp, shady soil. ”

"Thank you for the compliment. ”

Lorenzo didn't expect it to be Eve, and he rummaged through the messy kitchen to find that he could only serve her two unopened beers and leftover pizza from yesterday.

"Would you like some?"

Lorenzo said as he sat down across from Eve, picking up the cold pizza in his tightened mouth.

"No, no, no. ”

Eve shook her head quickly, she had thought that witchers could adapt to the harsh living conditions, but she had not thought that this advantage would make them like this.

"You...... Won't you have a bad stomach?"

Eve asked, eating like this early in the morning, and she felt uncomfortable looking at it.

"Do you think witchers have diarrhea?"

Lorenzo asked dismissively.

"Okay......"

Eve was a little helpless, but how could she think that Lorenzo actually replied.

"Actually, it will, but I don't know exactly what's going on, probably because eating too much strange things will cause diarrhea...... But these things are more than enough. ”

Lorenzo picked up the tablecloth, wiped his mouth, and tossed it aside, falling into the garbage, and it was probably unknown when Lorenzo would find it next time.

"So, what is the reason why Miss Eve Phoenix is here? ”

Lorenzo suddenly became serious.

"I remember the last commission, you should have made a lot of money, you can't clean up here. ”

Eve smelled the sour smell in the air, which reminded her of the stinking gutters in the lower town.

"I can't help it, I have a lot of industries, and I use them for investment. ”

"Invest, invest in what?"

Eve was shocked, she didn't think that Lorenzo still had such an economic acumen, in her opinion, Lorenzo belonged to the rich and happy, and then went to look for a job.

Lorenzo thought for a moment.

"Invest in the future. ”

"Future?"

"Yes, the future," Lorenzo didn't bother to explain anything further, and then asked, "So what's the matter? ”

"I said, it's normal to just pass by, right? Passing by a friend's house, I just happened to have time, so I came in and disturbed it. ”

Eve said that she didn't care about so much, she put her legs on the sofa directly, and in a blink of an eye, she changed from a member of the nobility to a good brother who went down to the city with Lorenzo, and this posture seemed to say to Lorenzo in the next second, "Hey brother, I have been unhappy with the shrike for a long time, or we will do him and be the boss ourselves" or something.

"No, no, no, I feel that passing by is secondary, and interruption is the main thing. ”

Eve's kind words, Lorenzo felt bad when he heard it.

Eve didn't bother to continue to explain anything, and asked straight to the point.

"What's going on with the purifier lately?"

"What's wrong?"

"The atmosphere hasn't been quite right lately, it's very depressing, it's not going to be depressing, it's like everyone is going to die," Eve was a little sad, "it's mainly Arthur, his appearance...... It's complicated, I've not seen him so energetic in a long time, but there is a horror of death in his eyes. ”

"So you're here to ask these questions?"

Lorenzo hesitated, then said slowly.

"You should be on the right track, Eve?"

Eve nodded, clasped her legs tightly with both hands, and squatted on the couch.

"It's a regular, thanks to you, I'm probably the one with the best resume among the newcomers...... Participated in the assassination of the Orthodox Pope, and by the way, blew up the entire port of Maruri, and I might have become a war hero during the war years. ”

"Heroes aren't that easy to be, and you're a regular, so you should be aware of the rules of the purification agency, right?"

Lorenzo spoke harshly, as if he were criticizing Eve.

Eve probably thought about what Lorenzo was going to say and fell silent.

"Different classes know different classes of information and have different class responsibilities. Lorenzo said, "Eve, this is a war, a war that never stops, and all a soldier has to do is follow orders, I know your concerns, but first of all you are a soldier and you need to comply with these." ”

"I ...... I know. ”

Eve sighed, she whispered, probably expecting it in her heart, but Lorenzo's reaction was expected.

Although this guy in front of him is a bit of a psychotic and his life is a mess, Lorenzo is indeed an incomparably reliable expert when it comes to demons.

"Actually, I was still too naïve to think about it, and I realized that it was not so easy to experience this, and it would kill a lot of people and suffer a lot of hardships. ”

"But at least you're a lot better than when I first met you. ”

Lorenzo remembered the unfortunate coincidences of the past, and sometimes Lorenzo felt that it was a trick of fate, that he had lived in Old Dunling for so long without touching this dark side, and from that day on, like the opening of the ball, everything went into a frenzy.

"At that time, you would tremble and fear in the face of demons, and if it weren't for me you would have died in that dark tunnel, but now you can not only give the demons a few knives, but even pull out the knives and wipe them again. ”

Lorenzo encouraged her.

"It's a good sign, Eve, no one is born a witcher, everyone is mortal, they are all apprentices, little by little stronger, if you want to know this, then try to climb up, if you can inherit the name of 'Arthur', all secrets will no longer be secrets to you. ”

"But there will always be secrets that I don't know. Eve said.

Lorenzo was silent for a moment, then said.

"Then keep climbing, climb to the top, until there is no one on top of you anymore. ”

"It sounds tiring, so forget it. ”

Eve rummaged through her bag, this guy looked like it was a day off, and there was no sense of urgency to go to work.

"This is your telegram, which I got from a courier when I came. ”

Eve said as she handed the envelope to Lorenzo.

It was an era of great information exchange, and it used to be a time when people wanted to take the story of one place to another, and it took horse-drawn carriages to travel day and night, and it needed word of mouth from person to person, but now it is different, the railroad tracks are all over human territory, and the telephone lines are like dense forests entrenched between cities.

However, the fastest way to exchange information is the telegraph, which is in charge of the telegraph offices in various regions, just like sending letters, conveying information to the recipient, but because of the slow development of electricity, and the scope of application is currently very small, telegraph is an extremely expensive way to exchange information, and ordinary people rarely use it.

"Hmm, who could send me this stuff?"

Lorenzo was a little puzzled that telegraphs were used only in a very urgent situation, and that people usually chose to send letters, and these were only possible if the distance between the two was sufficient.

"Your friend?" said Eve.

"Do you think I have any friends outside of Old Dunling?"

Lorenzo said lightly, listening to his words, Eve suddenly felt that Lorenzo was a little pitiful.

"It's miserable......"

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing. ”

Eve shut up in amusement.

Lorenzo opened the envelope and opened the papers.

It's funny, the telegram counts money by character, so everyone's words are as short as possible, but the paper is full of handwriting, but none of this catches Lorenzo's attention, and what really pauses him is the name below.

Watson.