It's a new day, a new job, a new life, the old Dunling is still the same familiar appearance, the fine rain keeps falling, and I don't know when it will be the end.

Lorenzo got into the carriage, and then Lorenzo realized that the old guy Oscar was actually a little strong, probably covered by loose clothes, and this guy was actually huge and round.

Barely squeezing three people into the cramped space, Lorenzo sat by the car door with one hand on the armrest.

"So you're going to have to go in person, it can be dangerous. Oscar asked.

Lorenzo's reaction was very strange, Oscar never expected Lorenzo to be so interested in that Shermans, and Lorenzo didn't seem to intend to explain anything, and remained silent after getting into the car.

"After I'm gone, keep the carriage going, preferably for as long as possible. ”

Lorenzo said suddenly, and then he pushed the door open a gap, as if he was going to jump out in the next second.

By this time the carriage had already driven into the busy streets, although it was still raining, but the colorful umbrellas and carriages crowded the streets, like a surging river, this was the place Lorenzo had deliberately chosen, only here he could get rid of the surveillance, although it was not clear whether they were still watching him, but it never hurt to be careful.

Half of his body had already leaned out, like a cheetah waiting for an opportunity, but just before Lorenzo was about to leap out, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Seleuc, who was sitting in the innermost seat.

"He's not a good thing, and he can only take half of what he says at most. ”

This was said to Seleuc, and the little girl was a little puzzled by why Lorenzo had said this suddenly, while Oscar on the side smiled awkwardly.

This is an extraordinary time, otherwise Lorenzo would not have let Oscar go so easily, and before she could ask anything, Lorenzo flashed out as she staggered with another carriage.

He kept his head down as hard as he could, and walked under countless umbrella flowers, then stepped into the crooked alley, trying to get rid of the would-be trackers.

......

Old Dunling, suburbs.

Shermans sat in a chair, breathing in the fresh air after the rain, slightly cool mixed with the scent of grass, and the soil was full of life.

He had never liked Invig, and as a devout believer, his only home was the Seven Hills, but rarely, after this rain, this cool and silent feeling captured Shermans, and he found a rare place to comfort in another country.

Although it also belongs to the old Dunling, because it is a suburb, there is no steel and steam, there is no noisy mechanical sound, everything here is like a hundred years ago, there is no "modernity".

The sky was no longer oppressive, the silver-gray clouds shone golden, the green grass stretched to the end of the eye, and if it weren't for his old age, Shermans would have wanted to ride on his steed and gallop on it.

"Ah...... It feels really good. ”

He breathed hard, life in exile, and this negotiated with the purification agency...... Too much was destroying his will, putting pressure on it, and now in this remote place, he finally had some peace.

After an initial cooperation with the Purifier, Shermans was transferred here, and in a sign of mutual sincerity, Shermans cooperated with the Purifier, who was allowed to bring his own guards, and all but a few of the Watchers were the Exiles.

"Shermans ......"

The squire came from the side and put on her coat for Shermans.

The cold of the old Dunling was so deep, even in the spring dawn.

"Jager...... Your legs look much better. ”

Shermans glanced at him, in the previous collection of information on the "Apocalypse", Jager and Lorenzo fought in the rat's nest, he was an ordinary person who had no resistance to the witcher, and was cut naked by Lorenzo's sword, if it wasn't for the Duke of Salicado's carriage to save him, he might have died under Lorenzo's sword.

"It's okay, it's just that this weather, it still hurts from time to time. ”

Jager was on crutches, looking a little embarrassed.

It was a small manor house that had been uninhabited for a long time, and after a brief period of tidying up it became Shermans' current residence, far from the chaotic whirlpool of Old Dunling, and under the watchful eye of the purifiers, and Shermans liked it.

"I didn't expect this to be the case in a foreign land, and you're coming to Invig for the first time, Jager. Shermans asked.

Jager was his attendant when he was still in exile, and much had happened after the coronation of the new pope, and the opposing cardinals of Shermans had lost so badly that they could take very little from the emerald.

Jager was loyal to Shermans and was one of the few people willing to leave with Shermans, so he was trusted by Shermans.

"Yes, it's not what I wanted to dream about. ”

"Is that better, or worse?"

"I ...... I don't know how to describe it, it seems that all the good and bad have been deepened, this place is advanced and vibrant, but the sky is like an iron curtain, heavy and cold, and all the suffering and joy are magnified. Jager said.

"Yes, but that's what people are after, and with greater greed comes greater suffering. They said that the owner of the manor was like this, that the times were progressing, and that the wealth of the land would only be abandoned little by little, so he sold it and went to Old Dunling with money and desire. ”

Shermans made his way on the soft grass, leaving shallow footprints, his speed slow enough for Jager on crutches to keep up with him.

"But he looks like a failure, or he would have been back here. ”

Shermans said with some regret.

No one wants to leave their homeland, or to leave and never return, and so did him, Miguel once said of him, Shermans was the least ambitious of the cardinals, he wanted to stay in that holy church until he died, and it would be better if he could be buried with the popes of the past.

Shermans rarely argued against this, and he never expressed his thoughts.

In the final analysis, the so-called cardinal is just a believer who holds power, so what is wrong with being a believer who is devout to death?

He couldn't figure out, and he couldn't understand why power was so tempting that Miguel was still trying to confront the new pope to this day.

They were all people with different reasons, and they happened to have the same enemy that united them.

"Haven't the Purifiers left yet?" asked Shermans suddenly and softly.

Jager replied in a whisper as if nothing had happened.

"They only left a handful of people, saying that they were helping us to contact the headquarters, but it was another kind of surveillance, but they did give us a lot of freedom...... At least on the surface. ”

"You can't fully trust the purification mechanism. Shermans tightened his coat and continued to stride forward.

"We don't yet know what kind of promises the Emerald mission has brought, and it may be that tomorrow the Purification Authority will surrender us to the new Pope for the greater good. ”

The old man had a gloomy face, although he was a devout believer, but this did not mean that his mind only had those beliefs.

The Evangelical Church is a complex organization that unites humanity with so-called gods, some are sincere believers, others are puppets of power, each with their own thoughts, without a little vigilance, Shermans will not become a cardinal so easily.

"Will they do that?" Jager couldn't believe it.

"Don't underestimate the power of profit, if it weren't for this, how could the Templar Knights rebel, how could Anthony be our enemy, although it is not clear what the new Pope promised them, but it did move them, for this reason they regarded us as heretics, and they were still hunting us down after all this time. ”

"I just hope Migel doesn't let me down. ”

Shermans sighed, and he turned his head to look at Jager, his cloudy gaze a little sad.

Although Jager was a little sluggish, he asked with some hesitation that the premonition from a long time ago had already told him the truth.

"Actually...... We're abandoned, aren't we?"

This is a kind of questioning, for all the doubts at the moment, but Yager still can't help but ask, obviously they hide it well, but they cooperate with the purification agency, this is too sudden, and it is too abnormal.

"Migar needs an army capable of counterattacking the Seven Hills, not an old believer, for whom we have been of little use for a long time. ”

Shermans knew exactly where he was, and he didn't really want to do it at the time, but he had no way out.

The new pope would not let himself go, Migar by his side was his only hope, it was a difficult question to choose, like a man who was about to drown, even if the thorn would prick his hand full of blood, he would still hold on to it.

"And the only use of the old guy is trial and error, which is why we are talking about cooperation with the purifier, this is just a temptation, even if we die, it will have no effect on Migar's plan. ”

Jager's face turned ugly, these were information that he couldn't know, and once it was revealed, they might be split up before the purifier could do it, but Shermans still said it.

Jager suddenly felt that it was not a good thing to be trusted, and if he hadn't been told this, perhaps he would have been immersed in the ecstasy of hope now, rather than the sudden worry.

"What are we going to do?" asked Jager.

"What to do? Just keep it as it is. ”

Shermans didn't seem to care about any of this, and he looked to the other side, which was the horse farm, where a few white horses were enjoying the grass, and he looked at him as if he wanted to gallop his horses.

"You...... Is this really okay?"

Jager couldn't figure out how Shermans would accept all of this so easily, and Miglas was tempting with his life.

"What else can I do?"

The old man laughed grimly, and for a moment Jager was a little unclear about the old man's intentions.

"We were enemies of Invig decades, centuries ago, the Evangelical Church threatened the nations with the powerlessness of the Demon Hunters, they all longed to be freed from our bondage, and now Invig has done it, and the purification mechanism has come into our eyes...... Do you think they will really help us?

At the end of the day, they are only helping us against the new pope, they are not going to destroy the Evangelical Church, they are only going to plunge it into eternal chaos and no longer threaten him. ”

Shermans lived for a long time, so long that he was a man of Cardinal Medici's time, witnessing the end of that great golden age.

Although he was only a devout believer, Shermans knew more or less about the so-called stratagems and conspiracies.

"No one is going to really help us, except Migar...... Although he just wants to be pope, at least his purpose somewhat overlaps with mine, we are people on the same path, who else can he trust?"

Shermans's tone suddenly became fierce, and anger filled his old body.

Jager didn't know what to say for a while, and the wind after the rain became cold, making him shiver.

"Alas, this may be the case in this life, and I have not tried to obtain anything better, but only to die and sleep peacefully. ”

The old man suddenly became weak again, and his pupils were deeply sunken under his old face.

He reached into his bosom and pulled out a finely crafted pistol.

It was almost like a handiwork, the brown-red wood was outlined in gold, and the brass barrel was inscribed with holy words, which seemed to have been baptized by time, and although Shermans took good care of it, it was still more or less discernible in its broken flaws.

The old man's eyes were full of nostalgia, and he stroked it gently, as if he could recall the glory of the golden age from it.

"Actually, I'm an old stubborn, I've always rejected new things, and those new pistols are better than it, but I just can't bear it, so I give it up, along with my past. ”

It was a weapon that was displayed on the stand as a ridiculous work of art, but long ago, it was the master of the battlefield, and Shermans used it to execute one infidel after another.

But now he is old, because he is old, his dry hands are shaking when he changes ammunition, and this weapon, like it, has been obsolete by the times.

Shermans took a deep look at the horses that were still grazing, and then slowly turned his head and walked towards the manor, this time not waiting for Jager, who tried to keep up with him with great difficulty on crutches.

In the distance, the whistle of a train was heard, and the railroad covered every part of Invig's territory like a cobweb, and heavy steam spilled from under the rotating machinery, and the man stood on top of the train and looked at the manor at the end of the green meadow.

There was still moisture in the air, and they hit Lorenzo's face, and the cold sensation made him feel refreshed, and then he jumped down, the wind lifting his coat, revealing the gun and sword underneath.