The Witchers arrived, and they dealt a devastating blow to the manor, and the Shermans guards were no match for the Witchers, and the older guards, vaguely aware of who these people were, were terrified, and some of them even began to flee in rout.

But it was a massacre, and the witchers were not prepared to let anyone go, and as Shermans said, many fled like a railroad in the grassy field, trying to climb into a passing train and get out of here, but the empty ground was uncovered.

Corpses fell, blood mixed with falling rain spilling over the green grass, as if the heavens were saddened by the slaughter.

Lorenzo stopped in the frenzy, looking out the window, the heavy rain was falling and the faint moisture was rising, he could see the fire burning in the manor, and he could also see the dead bodies outside the manor, there were witchers in the rain, they were like ghosts who didn't know where to go, wandering to clean up all the people who tried to escape, there were sporadic gunshots, it seemed that the remaining guards were stubbornly resisting.

Lorenzo looked back, his hand holding the lacquered antimony knife hidden in the shadows, the other holding the nail sword, and the remaining few folding knives pinned to his waist, and the battle looked like it would be a long time coming.

There was the sound of footsteps, and not only that, but there were other sounds mixed in, and Lorenzo leaned vigilantly against the wall, and he was ready to attack, so that the moment the enemy arrived, he could throw his antimony throwing knife, and take advantage of the explosion to continue to pursue the enemy, until they were completely powerless.

The door on the other side of the corridor was pushed open, but just as Lorenzo was about to throw his throwing knife, he saw that it was Jager, who was struggling with crutches in one hand and a pistol in the other, he was covered in blood, with multiple wounds, and he didn't know how he had survived the witcher's attack with a lame leg.

He looked terribly embarrassed, his face pale, and blood running down his crutches.

Jager and Lorenzo looked at each other from afar in the hallway, Jager was frightened at first, and then the look of fear quickly dissipated, and he raised his pistol in one hand and pointed it at Lorenzo.

In any case, Jager didn't expect Lorenzo to appear here, and the chase in the rat's nest made Jager understand that he was definitely not Lorenzo's opponent, he was dead, but he still stubbornly raised his gun.

"Lorenzo!"

The old voice rang out, and Shermans came from the other side, the old fellow unexpectedly not running far.

His presence eased the tense atmosphere a little, and Jager was stunned at first, looking at the old man who looked a little sad in disbelief.

Shermans was in terrible condition, with multiple sword wounds and burns, swollen blisters and shriveled up, crumpled together, and stuck to his old face like bark.

The white robe was also burned, and the only part was soaked in blood, and if it weren't for the acquaintance, no one would associate him with the noble cardinal.

"Your Excellency!"

Jager walked quickly on crutches, unable to stand on his own, but he insisted on holding Shermans.

"Now is not the time for a master-servant relationship, the Demon Hunters of the Protestant Order have surrounded this place, and we need to find a way to escape. ”

Lorenzo looked at the two of them coldly, death would come at any moment.

Although he can fight against the witchers, Lorenzo can't take care of Shermans while fighting, and as the number of people fighting against the witchers at the same time increases, it is impossible to imagine that Lorenzo himself will die here.

Lorenzo's eyes were only on Shermans, and he didn't even look at Jager, who seemed to him to have no hope of surviving in this situation.

Jager, on the other hand, looked at Shermans' injuries with a wary look.

Lorenzo...... Lorenzo Holmes. ”

Supported by Jager, Shermans spoke weakly, as the gunfire outside the window became fierce, and the guards resisted, mixed with the thunder, deafening.

"I've got a lot to ask you, old fellow!" asked Lorenzo urgently.

Maybe a witcher will come out of the corner and stab Shermans to death, Lorenzo doesn't care if he lives or dies, but he cares about the secrets in Shermans's head.

"What are you doing!"

Seeing Lorenzo treating Shermans so roughly, Jager angrily raised his gun, but was immediately stopped by Shermans.

"Ask, boy, as I said, know everything. ”

Shermans smiled miserably, there was not much he could do between life and death, only pinning his hopes on Lorenzo, although Shermans had never really understood Lorenzo, but now this former "Medanzo" was the only one he could trust.

It wasn't a good place to talk, it wasn't a good time to talk, but Lorenzo didn't have time to think about it, he condensed all the questions in his mind into one, and it led to Lorenzo's final mystery, the only clue.

"Lorenzo Medici. ”

The name stunned Shermans, who never imagined that he would hear it again here.

Lorenzo Medici...... What was his old age like?" Lorenzo asked.

He didn't have time to explain the mystery of his identity, or the strange memories of Lorenzo Medici's appearances, so he could only summarize them as much as he could.

"You...... Why would you ask him? I thought you wanted to know where the Templar treasure was. ”

After a brief moment of astonishment, Shermans said in a hoarse voice.

"Do you think I'd care about that kind of thing? the secrets of the Church, the secrets of Arrival, the secrets of Lorenzo Medici. ”

Lorenzo grabbed Shermans' blood-stained collar, and his gray-blue eyes lit up with rage.

"Tell me everything you know!"

......

"Lorenzo Medici ......"

The three of them hid in the cellar, with Shermans sitting between Lorenzo and Jager, leaning against the wall facing the cellar door, while Lorenzo listened to him with a lacquered antimony knife and shotgun pointed at the door.

Time, at this moment Lorenzo needed time to learn about the past, so they finally chose to hide in the cellar, although it seems to be a Jedi, but according to Shermans, there is a secret passage here...... Not a secret tunnel to be exact, but compared to a typical wine cellar, it has two doors, the other leading directly to the ground.

The manor was huge, at least the witchers hadn't searched it yet, leaving them with a lot of precious time.

Shermans laughed heartily, held the bottle in his hand, and drank it with his head up.

Although no one lived there for a long time, Shermans brought a lot of supplies from the purifier when he moved here.

"I didn't expect to be able to drink before I died, it's really good......"

Shermans looked at the liquid that shook inside the bottle like blood.

Lorenzo Medici...... He's related to Lawrence, and he's related to a lot of people. ”

Just as Lorenzo was about to urge him, Shermans was the first to speak, he was drunk, which would relieve his physical pain.

"What do you mean?" asked Lorenzo.

Lawrence was originally the puppet that Lorenzo Medici used to control the Demon Hunter Order, but as he grew older, Lawrence grew stronger and stronger in secret, and the two of them played each other for a long time, and finally Lorenzo Medici was defeated due to old age, which is familiar to you, and he went into seclusion. ”

Shermans once again looked back on the life of that legend with nostalgia on his face.

Of course, there are more than that, and Lorenzo · When the Medici was young, he ruled over the whole of the Emerald of Filenal, but with the baptism of time, those things that were held by him rebelled, the Pope, the Cardinals, Lawrence...... He was the great man who led the Golden Age and is forever remembered, but whoever actually longed for his death. ”

Lorenzo couldn't stand Shermans's tirade and asked.

"Dig deeper, is his old age really that peaceful, just willing to die a mediocre death?"

In that strange memory, he was tied to the iron bed, and countless people surrounded him, Lorenzo didn't know what they were doing, and he didn't even know if the person who was tied to the iron bed in his memory was really himself.

The old man stroked the boy's forehead as if to soothe him, humming the nameless hymn, echoing in the gloom.

Lorenzo also didn't realize that as he approached the truth, his emotions were also mobilized, like a stubborn burning fire.

"Go deeper...... I don't know, after all, it's Lorenzo Medici, and I wouldn't be surprised by what he did, because that's the kind of man......"

Shermans' mouth was full of praise.

"However, since then, there have been rumors that he has not conceded defeat, and that the current silence is only a gathering of strength, and the cardinals are also wary of this, after all, Lorenzo Medici has been in the hands of the Emerald for too long, and who does not know what he knows and what kind of power he hides where. ”

"Go on!"

Lorenzo said he had a vague sense that this was what he had been looking for, what Lorenzo Medici had done in his later years.

"Some people say he's secretly planning a project, but it's not clear what it is. ”

Shermans thought that in fact, he had already had the signs of Alzheimer's disease, and many times he could not speak, but except today, he was like being favored by God, and today his thoughts were not clear, and he also put the broken story back together.

"It's just my inference, and I doubt what Lorenzo Medici found in the Book of Revelation. ”

Shermans put down the bottle with a serious expression.

"The Evangelical Church has so many secret secrets that only those who are really in power can know, and if there is any secret that is the ultimate, it is the Book of Revelation, from which we founded the Evangelical Church today and ruled the Western world for nearly a millennium. ”

"It's a book of miracles. ”

Shermans stared intently at Lorenzo.

"We get the power of the secret blood from it, but is that really all that the book of Revelation has to offer? Even now, no one really knows all about that book. ”

Lorenzo felt an invisible pressure, a sense of peeping, as if something was staring at him in this cellar.

"Lorenzo Medici, he has power, wealth, fame, as a human being, his life has reached the extreme, but it is not enough, it is not enough, he has devoted his life to creating a golden age, how can he bear it to end?"

It's a terrible secret, even a forbidden secret, and Shermans hasn't had a chance to say it, because once they say it, those people must think they're crazy, but today is different, it's the last of life.

"He had a pure will, but he was imprisoned by a mortal body. ”

Shermans voiced his guess.

"I guess that's what Lorenzo Medici was doing in his later years, studying the Book of Revelations, and the secret blood from it created you so powerful, let alone saving an old man who was about to die?"

Lorenzo's eyes constricted, and he had to believe Shermans's words, because in that strange memory, he really heard it.

Blood of the Holy Grail.

"Lorenzo Medici ......"

Lorenzo's voice trembled a little, and he suddenly realized that the strength of Imam Lawrence was nothing at all, and this mysterious existence was truly terrifying, a ...... It is even said that the plot was planned in the Golden Age, and then it has spread to this day.

"Immortal...... Only immortality can bring that great golden age to eternity. ”

The wound was torn by the words, and Shermans drank to the other half, and vomited out the wine in pain, and the blood was mixed in it, and it was difficult to distinguish it.

A great net trapped everyone, no matter how bright the light was, it still could not expel the shadow of God, let alone the history of mortals, where someone was hiding and manipulating the direction of the whole world.

Lorenzo Medici.

In a trance, Lorenzo's ears sounded the nameless chant again, the melody was so familiar, swirling and rising, Lorenzo Medici had hummed him, and so was 047, it was like an invisible ghost, living in everyone's memory, and as everyone's memory deviated, it became different, or completely forgotten.

Lorenzo couldn't help but hum softly along with the voice in his head.

The voice reached Shermans's ears so lightly that he, who had just been a little drunk, suddenly woke up.

The song was so familiar, how could he forget it? So many years ago, the old man was like this, humming a nameless hymn and looking into the distance.

There was the sound of footsteps, and from the direction of the cellar door, Lorenzo rose and drew his weapon, the blazing light rising from his eyes, and he strode forward with his back to Shermans, and the melody blurred as he left.

"Perhaps...... Did he succeed?"

Shermans' eyes were misty, and he looked at the gate, and there was a light shining in the blurred white light, as if it was an angel who had come to earth, leading him to heaven.

"Maybe Lorenzo Medici is not dead at all, or maybe he is alive, just staring at us quietly from some corner. ”

Shermans looked at Lorenzo's back, laughed, and drank his wine despite Jager's dissuasion.