"That's what I know...... All about Advent night. ”

In the long tunnel, Lorenzo leaned against the mottled carriage of the steam subway, with Merlin and Arthur across from him.

The faint smoke in his mouth, which rose and dissipated in the turbid air, seemed to choke on his throat from smoking, Lorenzo coughed vigorously a few times, and dropped the cigarette butt in his hand, unconsciously three or four had accumulated at his feet.

"It was a long night. ”

Merlin broke the deathly silence, and he didn't know whether to be happy or sad, so he could only sigh helplessly from the audience's point of view.

"Yes, it's been a long time, and sometimes I feel like the night of Advent is not over, and its aftermath is still disturbing the whole world. ”

Lorenzo sighed, it wasn't a good thing to think back to those memories.

"But thanks to the Night of Arrival, although I am only a guard, but after all, I am guarding the Cathedral of Santa Nalo, and we Medanzo witchers still know a lot of hidden news. ”

"For example, the demon militarization project promoted by greed, once it really succeeds, it will start a new war, and I am afraid that more people will die than on the night of the Holy Arrival. ”

Arthur nodded, his voice a little helpless.

"This is the current situation, hundreds of years ago, the war only needed to see who had more people, whose sword was sharper, whose war horse was stronger, but now it is different, the times are advancing, our last war used swords and shields, and the next war may be full of shells. ”

"Everyone was restrained and kept a delicate balance. ”

Merlin nodded stiffly, as the only remaining alchemist, his brain was basically occupied by the forbidden knowledge, he didn't know much about the current political situation, and there seemed to be nothing else to do except nod.

"So, Mr. Holmes, as a witcher, do you think there is any way to defeat Imam Lawrence? ”

Merlin asked, the first goal now was to capture Sheak Lawrence, and with the mystery of that shea, perhaps he could actually set off another Night of Presence in the Old Dunling.

"I don't know ......"

Lorenzo said with some confusion.

"Imam Lawrence is right, I am his shadow, all the witchers are his shadows, whether it is the use of power or the means of slaying demons, it is he who teaches us, he is the teacher of all of us. ”

"Not to mention that I'm not a very good student. ”

Imam Lawrence, the only demon hunter among the bishops who rule over the Evangelical Church, no one knows what he did to put on that bloody red robe, and no one knows how long he lived, even if it was the night of fighting, Imam Lawrence did not use all his strength.

He was terrible, more terrible than any demon that Lorenzo had encountered, and Imam Lawrence knew everything about witchers, he was the witcher who hunted witches.

"What a hassle...... Speaking of which, Mr. Holmes, would you be interested in helping with a research project? If that project succeeds, maybe we will have a better chance of winning against Provost Lawrence. ”

Merlin suddenly suggested.

"What do you mean?"

Lorenzo looked at the alchemist, and that empty look always made Lorenzo shudder.

Merlin's stiff cheeks smiled.

"Emerging technology, this is a new era, Mr. Holmes, is no longer an age where the supreme chivalry can win wars.

It is science and technology, military technology, military technology that dominates the battlefield, military technology that is expanding more and more. ”

Like the war airships, the train artillery, the new guns, and even the ...... Original Sin Armor.

This technology is like a demon, but this Pandora's box comes from the brains of the human beings themselves, the scholars.

"So, can you think about it first, and then let's get out of this hellish place?"

Merlin looked at the silent tunnel, dusty like the grave of some creature.

......

There will always be a lot of things in life that resemble save points, and once you return here, you will feel like you have changed your mind and become a new person.

The definition of this save point is very subtle, if you make it numerical, then after you save the point, all your values will return to the optimal value, and most of the save points will be in different forms, and they will mean different things to many people.

For example, some people feel refreshed after a cup of coffee, while others sleep or eat a big meal.

For Lorenzo, he also has a lot of save points, but this is the one most used.

When I opened my eyes, the ceiling above my head was plastered with all kinds of posters, mostly restaurant promotions, and some strange dishes were listed on them.

Outside the dimly lit window came the sound of horses' hooves in a hurry, and as the night fell, the candlelight rose like the sea.

After leaving the underground and saying a hurried farewell to Arthur, Lorenzo returned to 121A Cork Street, probably not sleeping in his bed for many days, and Lorenzo fell asleep as soon as he lay on it, and did not wake up until sunset.

Merlin didn't know what weapon project he was working on, but in order to fight against Imam Lawrence, Lorenzo agreed, after all, this was not his war alone, it was the war of the entire purification agency against Imam Lawrence.

The entire purge mechanism was already running at high speed, the dusty maintenance channels were opened one by one, and the workers dived down to check whether there was still a demon breeding ground hidden in the huge underground labyrinth.

The location of the inner city was under complete martial law, with heavily armed soldiers patrolling day and night.

Lorenzo nestled in the corner of the bed, there was no light in the room, and quietly, he stared blankly at the darkness and didn't know what to think.

Madame van Loude was still asleep when she returned, and she did look old, so that Lorenzo didn't have to explain where she had been these days.

My roommate wasn't at home either, and I didn't know if I was going back to work or something else.

Everyone has their own lives, like parallel lines, you may be able to see them, but they will not have any intersection with them, their lives are ordinary life theaters, they only need to worry about firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea every day, and Lorenzo's life is a war thriller, and if you are not careful, you can accompany those witchers who died early.

Everyone happily soaked in the magma and told jokes, maybe they could meet demons in hell, happily cut demons together, and then continue the front edge and so on...... Of course, the premise is that there really is a so-called afterlife.

If you think about it, it's actually quite good, and it doesn't end well to have an intersection with someone like Lorenzo, after all, not everyone has the courage to face demons.

The first thing Lorenzo did when he got home was to prepare his weapon, the staff and sword plated with holy silver were placed at the head of the bed, and the full ammunition Winchester was inserted on the other side, he didn't want to use the dinner knife he used next time he encountered demons.

Bringing the familiar Winchester over, Lorenzo leaned against the wall in the dark, gently stroking the barrel of the gun, his fingers slightly felt the indentation of the handwriting, Lorenzo had already memorized the words on it, even if he couldn't see it.

"Don't walk gently into that good night. ”

Lorenzo whispered.

This is Medanzo's favorite poem, for which he also engraved it on this love gun.

He also said that it was a poem that cursed death.

It's really arrogant, I don't know if it's admiration or ignorance, it's actually cursing the doomed death, like a madman wielding a sword blade to the sky.

But Lorenzo had a new feeling at the moment, his gray-blue eyes glowing, and he seemed to understand the last rage.

Yes, don't accept death gently, even if death knocks on the door, you should shoot it through the door, and you should roar and burn.

"Rebuke, denounce the passing of the light. ”

He whispered.