With the outbreak of the Holy Night, the Silent Temple, where the incident occurred, became the main battlefield, where countless demon hunters and demons fought, and all the accumulation of the Demon Hunter Order's inheritance of thousands of years was also destroyed in this burning night.

It was no less magnificent than the Cathedral of Sant'Narlo, and it can only be revisited in memory today.

Lorenzo walked slowly in the Sanctuary of Stasis...... Or in the memory palace, everything here is the same as in memory, after all, they themselves were built from Lorenzo's memories.

Walking through the well of ascension in the center, through the heavenly gate to the ground, past one familiar building after another, Lorenzo finally stopped in front of a door.

He looked around again, and there were different doors on the old stone wall, countless doors, doors of different styles, some of them were wooden, some were iron, some looked like bedroom doors, and some of them looked like monsters were imprisoned.

Each door led to a different memory, and Lorenzo was puzzled at first, then he figured it out.

This is not the real world, this is the spiritual world of Lorenzo's memory structure, maybe Hercule symbolizes the memory of books, and he symbolizes the memory of the door, the door that Lorenzo once pushed.

As if reminiscing about the past, he gently brushed over one handle after another, until he stopped at a familiar one, and he looked up, a door that Lorenzo was all too familiar with, the room he once was.

Lorenzo pushed it open as if pushing a heavy stone door, dust falling through the cracks, followed by a breeze blowing in the warm sun.

"This book is quite interesting. ”

It was a day off, no training and no prayer, although the scope of activity was limited to the parish, but it was also a rare freedom, 047 sat in the corner of the bedroom, looking through the books he had copied, probably his own handwriting was too messy, he frowned from time to time, thinking about what this crooked text was.

"Which one?"

042 lay on the bed and struggled to look at the book in front of him, which was also copied by 047, but this guy's handwriting was so messy that it had a headache to look at.

"016's book, which she called 'Henry V', describes an 'ideal monarch'. ”

Such a conversation seems to have happened, 042 asked tirelessly.

"Do you want to be a king, then?047. ”

"King, of course it's good, how good the king is, but the king is also troublesome, isn't it? There are so many things in a day, it is better to be a detective. 047 said.

"Detective ......"

042 muttered, then looked down at the transcribed book, which was about a detective named Holmes.

"I've been planning my retirement for a long time, and I've even had someone find a route to mix it up with the goods and get it to Old Dunling. ”

047 said and looked at 042 on the bed.

"What about you? Have you figured out what you're going to do next?"

042 shook his head and said sadly.

"No, maybe I'm a boring person. ”

047 always thinks so beautifully, completely different from 042, he has too much good sustenance for the future, but 042 has nothing, this child can't be more ordinary, stupid and stupid.

Lorenzo stood by the door, quietly watching this, and his face was a little sad when he remembered the past.

That question had been lingering in Lorenzo's mind.

042 is fictional, it doesn't exist, even if Lorenzo sees it in his memory now, it may be a subconscious memory that makes up the logic to make it normal, maybe at some time in the past, there was only 047 alone in this room.

Lorenzo didn't want to admit this, he also wanted to find more clues, more evidence to prove the existence of 042, evidence of his own existence, but he was so different from 042 in his memory.

These two people are diametrically opposed personalities, and it can be seen from the look in his eyes that 042 is a cowardly child, a mediocre lamb, and unlike the rhapsodic 047, his future has no waves, just like many ordinary people, an insignificant drop of water in the ocean.

But how could such a child be the great Lorenzo Holmes?

Memories kept splitting, and Lorenzo looked at the memories of the past, happy and sad at the same time.

He closed the door and continued to walk towards the infinitely extended end, where more doors awaited him.

Pushing open the door again, a hoarse fight sounded.

"042, faster!"

The priest yelled at the boy, and in a stern rebuke, 042 gritted his teeth and swung his blade harder.

It was a blade that had not yet been sharpened, but it had become a life-threatening weapon in the hands of 042, but that was not enough, they would not face humans, but monsters called demons.

The blades staggered, each blow accompanied by a pain in the wrist, as if a hammer was smashing against the bone. He was running out of grip on the hilt.

"Don't get distracted, 042. ”

The opponent whispered in a close encounter.

042 nodded slightly, staring at his opponent.

047 is so powerful, obviously everyone is the same age and has the same training, but 047 is far better than the others, powerful, yet humble.

The pale sword light approached again, and the normally mild 047 became vicious, like a beast that chooses people to eat.

047 only becomes dangerous when he is training, and 042 thought that he liked to fight and enjoyed the sense of accomplishment of defeating people, but later the night conversation 047 gave a completely different answer.

He just didn't want anyone to die.

Yes, death is a terrible thing, to die is to die, there is nothing, nothing can be felt, this colorful and beautiful world has nothing to do with you anymore.

047 knows their fate, it is a fate that cannot be resisted, the only thing he can do is to help others, become as strong as possible, so strong that even the so-called fate, no monster can kill himself.

Only by living can he go to Old Dunling, open a law firm, and live the life he has been looking forward to for a long time.

That's all.

042 understands what 047 means, that demon is far more terrifying than humans, if he can't even hold it in 047's hands, then when he faces demons in the future, he will definitely die.

Lifting his sword with all his might, 042 blocked the blow as the sword light fell, and he succeeded, but the great force that followed knocked him back, he was too tired to have the strength to stabilize his center of gravity, so he fell down like this, raising dust.

The priest looked at 042 with some disappointment, and instead of a real battlefield, 042 was now dead.

"047, you have a lot of potential. ”

Turning his head, the priest made no secret of 047's praise.

047 did not respond to the priest's words, but pulled 042 up.

"I look like I'm going to die in the near future. 042 said a little decadently, he was not weak, but he was still too much worse than 047.

"Don't worry, 042. 047 said.

042 looked at him.

"We're not going to face demons alone...... We are like wolves, in packs, never alone. ”

So the scene freezes at this moment, Lorenzo closes the door, turns and continues to walk, looking for the lost door.

In the lonely palace, countless doors were arranged in unison, like a long corridor, empty, and he was the only one.