Dense raindrops slapped on the windows, as if countless palms were slapping people's hearts.

The fireplace had been lit in the room, and it was already spring, but the rainy season in Old Dunling had brought people back to the cold winter nights.

Anthony was clearly not accustomed to the strange weather of Old Tunling, and compared to it, the beauty of Emerald was almost heaven.

He frowned, palpitating as he read the telegram from Emerald that it didn't contain much, but it was all from the mysterious new Pope, who was thousands of miles away, issuing new instructions to Antony.

This little content made him check it repeatedly, for fear that he had seen something wrong, and after a mechanical repetition, he leaned back in his chair and sighed tiredly.

"Do people who have been dead for so long have so much energy?"

He was puzzled that the Medici Cardinal had been dead for several years, and that his inheritance, his power, had long since been eaten up by the greedy people, but now the name had returned, with the stench of death.

The original plan was to recapture the Book of Revelations, for which Anthony sent a large number of witchers to secretly infiltrate the old Dunling and infiltrate different departments with their expertise, but now all this has been disrupted, and on top of the chess game, a mysterious opponent has suddenly been killed.

"The Scabbard Treaty ......"

Anthony thought about this, although he had not been a Protestant for a long time, he had also read a lot of knowledge about the Demon Hunting Order, and he had also browsed through the sealed secret projects one by one, but he had never seen this project called the "Scabbard Treaty", in fact, the new Pope did not know about it.

The project seems to have been deliberately forgotten, and it was only discovered in a corner after so many years.

There is no record of it, just a few burnt fragments, there are many such projects, and so many of the materials in Advent have been permanently destroyed in the fire, but it is different because the project was carried out by Lorenzo Medici.

Lorenzo Medici once ruled the whole of Filenald, held all the power, and he was involved in many secret projects, but according to the date on the project, Lorenzo Medici was already in seclusion at that time, and no longer participated in all the affairs of the Evangelical Church.

But now the name appeared on the burning stub, and while the old man was in seclusion, he was still secretly plotting something, and those who knew died on the night of Arrival...... Even he did.

Suddenly, Anthony felt a strange cold, as if he had caught a glimpse of something strange, and the strange thing looked back.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath, and the feeling was like being eroded, and the sharp coldness pierced his mind, and for a moment there was a feeling of imminent death, like a toxin, spreading along his veins and throughout his body.

Is it really as simple as Lawrence's betrayal that caused the cause of Advent Night?

Anthony suddenly realized the strangeness at this moment, the previous inference of the church was only because this was the most reasonable one, but now a new clue has appeared, shaking the previous conclusion into a fine crack.

Perhaps the crisis of that night was not only caused by Lawrence, but also by someone assisting him, which was the real purpose of that night, and everything else was just a disguise for it, and this disguise was so perfect that it was only peeped into the corner of the corner after so many years.

Anthony had no evidence to prove this, but he really felt that something called intuition was signaling to him, and perhaps the cause of Advent Night was the project called the Scabbard Treaty.

It seems that an unknown force is trying to conceal its existence, and everyone associated with it dies that night, including Lorenzo Medici himself.

There was a sudden knock at the door, dispelling the bone-chilling coldness, and Anthony remained stunned until the knock rang several times before he shouted.

"Come in. ”

Then the door was pushed open and Samuel walked in.

"What's the matter?"

Anthony regained his composure, as always.

"About Lorenzo Holmes. Samuel said.

Hearing this name, Anthony thought of a deep conspiracy, he had thought that the name was just a coincidence, but now it seems that this Lorenzo Holmes is far from being as simple as he thought, and combined with the fact that he is a survivor of the Night of the Coming, carrying a pseudo-chalice, he must have something to do with the Scabbard Treaty.

"Haven't you found him yet?"

Anthony looked like nothing had happened, his voice still cold.

"Nope. ”

Samuel reported on the current situation, and to be honest, they should have had a sense of urgency now, but with the arrival of the rainy season in Old Dunling, everything seemed to slow down, because of this sudden situation, all plans had to be reprepared.

"Our dark chess, Moriarty, has managed to influence that roommate of Lorenzo...... Something went too well. Samuel said.

"Moriarty is an extremely uncontrollable guy, and he has that weird talent of his own. ”

Samuel said with some disgust, although they were all witchers, Samuel was full of wariness of him, and even said that if he could, he wanted to kill Moriarty directly.

That shuddering talent.

The current Witchers were all selected from the Templars, with only a few exceptionally enhanced for their outstanding abilities, including James Moriarty.

That uncontrollable chess piece, he sometimes brings you surprises, but more often leads things to the bad side, but this does not hide his excellent ability, and it is also because of these that he was chosen as a dark chess piece and was the first to infiltrate the old Dunling, and he lived up to expectations, relying on that strange power, and even infiltrated the Black Mountain Hospital.

"Even if he wants to influence a person, it will take some time, but that Higg ...... He was strange, it seemed that he had been eroded before, and he was easily affected. ”

He was easily seduced, easily suspicious.

Samuel voiced his worries, and to put it simply, Higg's mental resistance was very low, and it was not at all what ordinary people should be.

"Maybe like you said, he's been eroded before? after all, he's Lorenzo's roommate, and he's going to have more or less something to do with demons. Anthony said.

In Lorenzo's case, he himself is a huge source of pollution, but it has never been leaked, but the gravitational pull of darkness will involuntarily draw the people around him into trouble...... So it was with Anthony himself, as with all those who had secret blood flowing through them, as if it were a curse.

"Perhaps......" Samuel hesitated, losing his sharp aura.

"I'm just upset. ”

Samuel said and looked out the window, the hazy rain curtain bringing a chill to the bone.

He had lived in the Emerald since he was a child, and this was probably his first time in another country, which was completely different from the Emerald Jade, advanced but cold, and the oppressive atmosphere crushed everyone.

Samur might have had an easier time coming as a traveler, but in reality he couldn't have been a traveler at all, he was a witcher, and they had come to Old Dunlin to kill people, whoever it was, it was cruel and bloody.

At first he had the pride of a witcher, after all, after gaining that extraordinary power, few people could resist the temptation of that power, and so did Samur.

But they had been in Old Dunling for many days, and there were no swords and swords, only constant negotiation and planning, and then Samuel felt that the so-called battle was so complicated, and he was still afraid that the enemy had not shown his weapons.

"Do you have trouble in a foreign land? learn to endure these, Samuel. Anthony said.

This is the home of the Old Dunling, the Purifier, in fact, they have been walking on a tightrope since Anthony stepped into the Old Dunling, and once the Purifier chooses to go to war, they Demon Hunters have no hope of leaving the Old Dunling alive.

"Courage, strength, skill and cunning. ”

Anthony said softly, this is the code of Bologna swordsmanship, but it involves not only swordsmanship, but also the swordsman himself.

"Are you patient? ”

Samuel asked, wondering if someone like the priest would be upset.

Anthony didn't speak, the coldness of Advent still lingering in his mind.

Unknown conspiracies loom over every person, every city, every country.

After a long time he sighed and prayed.

"I have given thee authority to trample down serpents and scorpions, and to overcome all the power of the enemy, and nothing can harm thee. ”

He spoke the prayers of the Gospels, as if this indifferent man was like a priest at this moment.

Each of us endures, and this is God's test for us. ”

Anthony said something he didn't quite believe either.

"Wait for the Crown's instructions, he will dispel confusion and anxiety, and plunge us into warmth. ”

He was lying, and he was more worried about the mysterious Cambridge Treaty than he was about it.

The night of Advent is like a heavy cobweb, peeling back layer after layer, and finally seeing the original appearance of the abomination.

"Wait, all we have to do now is wait. ”

Pressing his temple, Anthony said with some tiredness.

He was waiting, waiting for orders from the Emerald, who had to stand by until the new pope gave orders.

"So what happened on the night of Arrival?" he said in a voice that Samuel could not hear.

Whether it is Lawrence or Lorenzo, everyone who experienced that night played a different role in that night, so they also had different interpretations of what happened that night.

Only by collecting the scattered stories together seems to be able to piece together the truth of Advent night.

What happened that night?

......

The body was like a sharp knife, cutting through the heavy air, causing a howling wind, roaring and chasing like a thousand wild beasts.

It was a long free fall, and Lorenzo spread his hands and fell into the dark abyss like withered leaves.

As he fell, the surrounding stone staircase seemed to be a pair of eyes, indifferently watching his death.

It was so long, so long that Lorenzo didn't even feel like he was falling, as if he were in a never-ending darkness with no more light to speak of.

Until this long darkness ushered in a bitter low cry.

"Sure enough......"

Lorenzo fell to the hard ground, and there was a sharp pain of torture all over his body, but he did not die, nor did he fall into a blur of flesh, but he felt an unbearable pain, but he laughed out loud as it hurt.

Embarrassed to get up from the ground, he looked around, and it was a misty darkness that obscured Lorenzo's vision.

It looked like it was the bottom of the abyss, the deepest part of Lorenzo's memory, and he looked up, unable to see the suspended stone staircase, nor any light.

If there's any hidden memory, it's here, a land where even the light can't shine.

He then looked ahead, and then he saw it.

It was a huge wall like a tombstone, one after the other, like a stone statue of pity and weeping, standing silently in the darkness.

Lorenzo felt a little strange, but as he progressed, he began to see the things clearly.

It was not a stone tablet or a stone statue, but three stone gates, and the first gate was carved with elaborate patterns and reliefs.

It was angels from heaven, who were at war and slay with the burning demons, each with the same compassion on their faces, as if they were weeping for the dead on this battlefield.

The sculpture is so vivid that it seems that these angels and demons are alive, but sealed in the stone door by an unknown power.

Then Lorenzo remembered, he had seen this door somewhere, and he remembered that inside that sacred Basilica of Sant'Nallo, this was the door that led to the Sanctuary of Stasis.

Gates of Heaven.

The next moment the stone door trembled violently, the rubble and dust kicked up, and a small crack opened on the unshakable surface, as if waiting for someone to push it open, and there was light overflowing from the gap.

Lorenzo looked at the only light in the darkness, and without hesitation, he strode forward, pressed his hands on the stone door, and tried with all his strength to push it open.

It was such a comical scene, that it was impossible for mortals to try to shake the mass, but then there was a cracking sound, and the memories that had been stiffened by the years began to loosen and shatter, and the solidified dust on them fell off one by one.

Lorenzo could hear the chant echoing in his ears, rising higher and higher as the light shrouded in it.

In the tactful chants, the glow is like fire, burning more and more intensely.

Lorenzo held out his hand, he was only one step away from the forgotten past.