"If you miss the train I was on, I'd be left alone.

You listen to the whistle that stretches for a long time, carrying me away and leaving my homeland. ”

People came and went on the platform, train after train stopped and left, groups of people came and went.

Young people, carrying heavy backpacks, from small towns that are rarely marked on the map, are now humming songs with joy and sadness as they look at this magnificent and glorious city.

The song echoed, and Lorenzo couldn't help but follow, humming a shallow melody, and sat alone on a bench, like a spectator, quietly watching it happen.

"What are they singing. ”

The woman came over and took her seat in the place of Lady Van Rude just now.

"It's just an ordinary song, probably about people who have left their homes. ”

Lorenzo said as he picked up another cigarette and swallowed the clouds, the smoke mixed with the water vapor, shrouding him in a white expanse.

"Uprooted? Sounds sad. ”

"I think it's pretty good. ”

"Not bad?"

The woman was a little surprised, but not so surprised to think that Lorenzo was a somewhat eccentric fellow.

"Yes, I think it's not bad, they at least have a warm place to look forward to in their hearts, when they are sad, think about their distant hometown, their hearts will be strong, and they will return to their hometown one day. ”

Lorenzo's gaze remained in the void in front of him, as if in a daze.

"I've been thinking about some things for a month, and those lost memories are flooding in like a tidal wave, and I feel like my personality is going to be torn apart.

I was thinking, where can I go back? where the people I know are dead, and the new Pope looks like he's trying to kill me, what about the old Dunling? Or no, I'm the only one left at 121A Cork Street......

I was thinking......

I can't get to that ideal faraway place, and I can't go back to the homeland of my memory.

Where the hell am I? Watson. ”

Watson shook his head, she couldn't answer Lorenzo's question, humans are such strange creatures, they always feel sad because of some strange things, and such things are the knot in their hearts, difficult to break.

The silence lasted for a while, and Lorenzo looked at the end of the tracks, as if his thoughts had just reacted.

"I met a doctor a few days ago, her name is Abigail, and she said that people's wills are very fragile, so when something bad happens, they will take the initiative to forget some bad things to protect themselves. ”

"It's been a really bad month, I feel like my mind is like rusty gears, all frozen together, and I want to forget about it if I can. ”

Live like a wild dog, don't care so much, don't even think, just follow your instincts.

"But for you, your will is not weak enough to be defeated so easily, and the part about your amnesia is due to the side effects of Power Gabriel. Watson explained.

"Side effects?"

"Well, after all, the [gap] invasion is to destroy the will of others so that your will can take control of this new body, but it is clear that the scene on Advent Night is too complicated.

You're not familiar with Gabriel, you've been through so much at the time, not to mention that you still can't kill 047. You didn't completely destroy his will, he survived like a ghost, and the two wills were thrown together. That's why you take his memories as your own and get lost in them. ”

"Is that so?"

Lorenzo's expression was still calm, so it seemed that the mystery of his cognition at that time had also been explained, and his memories were confused with 047's memories, which is why those things were triggered.

"I remember that we went on missions together and lived together, is that also fake?"

"Do you mean what you did after you became a witcher? yes, you identified yourself as 047, when you weren't there. ”

"It's terrible, I've always missed that experience. ”

Lorenzo rubbed his head, he didn't have much reaction to these truths now.

"Then why didn't you tell me this after Advent, about Gabriel, about Advent, about who I am, and why did you deceive me?"

"Because I don't think you can accept all this, go through so much, hellish battlefields, countless life and death partings, you ...... You also killed your friend and took his body alive......"

Watson said cruel things.

"I have to find a way to keep you alive, and for a man who has the will to die, one thing that he has to hold on to will be his best support. ”

"Revenge?"

"Revenge, rage, swing your sword at the demons who have taken it all, keep swinging your sword until you die. ”

It was the best Watson could have thought of at the time, and it was cruel, but it worked.

"So you played yourself as a monster, a monster that I had to keep imprisoned, a monster that kept me alive. ”

Lorenzo felt that his mind might need to be relieved, he had always believed that Watson, who was the pseudo-grail, was the source of Arrival, but now that she was just part of a conspiracy, Lorenzo began to suspect that it seemed a little ridiculous that he had been a jailer for so long.

"I need a reason to exist, and being your opposition is a good way to vent your wrath on the night of Adventing, and to give you the motivation to continue to take revenge and live. ”

Watson's tone was cold, like a machine executing orders.

"So Watson, are you 016?"

"016 is dead, 016 was chosen as the recipient of [Ascension], and she was already dead when she became me. ”

"And what are you? Watson. ”

"I ......"

The cold Watson stopped suddenly, a little confusion flashed in her eyes, she had been faithfully carrying out the orders of the "Scabbard Treaty", but at this moment she also felt confused about herself.

"I don't know, it's probably some kind of monster, it's all from Lorenzo Medici's research, who believes that the blood of the Holy Grail is the key, and the power Gabriel is the certificate that opens a door. ”

"You're part of his plan too?"

"The war faction has terrible consequences, and Lorenzo Medici was powerless to stop them, and all he could do was to follow them and find a way to fight back, and he did. At the beginning of the experiment, they touched the Boundary, and the Silencers descended. ”

Lorenzo frowned slightly, everything that had been deliberately concealed gradually became clear in his mind.

"If my guess is correct, this is actually part of Lorenzo Medici's plan, right? The Silencers will kill the warfarers in a centralized manner, and if he takes power in the dry well, Gabriel, and takes possession of my body, he will be reborn.

No...... Even saying that two experiments were going on in one day at the same time was his plan, right? if there were a fixed number of Silencers, the Stagnant Sanctuary would help him attract firepower......

It's you, Lorenzo Medici.

I think he will heroically return to the Stagnant Temple to take control of all of this, and the whole gospel church will fall back into his control after that night. ”

The stubborn old man was reminded of him, and Lorenzo's emotions were wonderful, all of which actually stemmed from his conspiracy, the old man's rhapsody about the golden age.

He was the one who orchestrated all of this, and he was the real man behind the night of Arrival, who deliberately handed over the captured Silencers to the opponents as the Holy Grail, dividing them into warlords and believers, and then using the information gap to drive the Silencers to destroy all the powerful enemies.

Everything was done by Lorenzo Medici, the night of the Arrival, all this sadness, but Lorenzo couldn't hate the old man at the moment.

Lorenzo Medici did so many crazy things for all this, but just as he was about to get it, he gave up.

The last scene in the dry well was deeply engraved in Lorenzo's mind, as long as he wanted, all this he expected would come true, but he gave up everything he was obsessed with and let himself live, and he accepted the coming of death calmly.

This is an unscrupulous madman, who does not even mind sacrificing himself for the sake of that lofty ideal, paving the way to the divine.

For the Golden Age.

Lorenzo suddenly felt tired.

"Not only that, but it was a crazy old man who had thought about what would happen if he failed, and I was his backup plan if he failed. ”

"The Scabbard Treaty?" Yunnan

"Yes. ”

Watson revealed everything she knew to Lorenzo at this moment.

"When he didn't come back to the Temple of Stasis to save everything, I knew he had failed, but I succeeded, I completed [Ascension] and became like this, but at that time I was just like you, very unstable, like a toddler, and we didn't know what kind of power we had. ”

"That's why these things happened? Your body was shattered? That's why you need 047 as a carrier of your will, but he can't withstand the erosion you bring...... It's also possible that he was affected by the previous battle, and he just died, right?"

Watson nodded stiffly.

"Yes, but there are some differences. ”

"For example?"

"For example, I don't have a physical body, and the moment I complete [Ascension], I am freed from the bondage of my physical body and exist in a spirit way. ”

Lorenzo was intrigued, and he turned his head to look at the unfamiliar face.

"It's not the power Gabriel, I thought you were in my mind in a [gap] invasion. ”

"I don't know, but I can feel that I am a higher being than you, and I [sublimilate] more deeply than you. ”

Watson is not very clear about all this, they are facing an untouchable darkness, a [boundary] that is heavily protected by unknown forces.

"But I think I might be like ......"

"The Silencer?" replied Lorenzo, to which Watson replied in silence.

"The truth of the world is protected behind the Border, and the Border is protected by the Silencers, and now the end of the Witcher's Ascension seems to be the Silencer...... It's interesting, Watson. ”

Lorenzo lit another cigarette, there were already several more cigarette butts on the ground, and the cigarette case was about to bottom out, he didn't have any addiction to smoking, but today he didn't know why, he just wanted to smoke it, and the mixed ashweed eased his pain.

"So the Treaty of the Scabbard is a backup plan? It must also have something to do with the Golden Age, let me think, you are also the successor chosen by Lorenzo Medici, and if he fails, will you continue to operate within the Church in a ghostly way, and continue to pursue that Golden Age?"

Watson nodded, it was all Lorenzo Medici's plan, although he died seven years ago, his influence still affects everyone, just like fate, everything is happening according to his expectations.

That is to say, you have been living in lies, plans, intrigues, revenge and anger, all for the ideals of Lorenzo Medici. ”

Watson said indifferently.

"It's not like what you said, Watson, you have become what you are, and you must have believed in that beautiful golden age to do all this, right? All your actions are for the Golden Age, but what you just said might cause me to deviate from your plans. Lorenzo asked rhetorically.

"You've regained your memory, no one is going to lie to you anymore, and it's only a matter of time before you deviate from it all, isn't it?"

"Really?"

After a long silence, Watson reached out and picked up a cigarette from Lorenzo's cigarette case, puffing into the clouds.

"You can get rid of the lies, Lorenzo, get rid of these damn responsibilities and go live the life you want to live. ”

Lorenzo was slightly stunned, his empty eyes a little brighter, and then he laughed.

"Do you want me to get out of this cursed everything? Watson, so 016 you're not dead, monsters can't say anything like that. ”

Lorenzo looked overjoyed.

"It's so good, there are still people who care about me, although you also don't look like a human being. ”

But he shook his head and said a little tiredly.

"Let's talk about something else, Watson, this heavy thing, I've been exposed to too much this month, let me take a break and rest. ”

"Are you trying to complain?"

"Sort of, after all, it seems that you are the only one left who is familiar with my past. ”

Lorenzo raised his hand, holding a half-burnt piece of rotten wood, on which the carved writing could still be seen.

The wreckage of Winchester, which was one of the reasons he returned to 121A Cork Street, was the only thing left to keep a memory of.

"Is 047 really dead? I was on the Lessingbach and seemed to see him, I don't know if it was a hallucination or something. ”

"You know very well, don't you? You ask me now just to want me to affirm you and shatter what little illusion you have. Watson understood Lorenzo's thoughts well.

"So you're still dead?" asked Lorenzo, a little helplessly.

"The two wills are intertwined, and 047 has indeed survived as a ghost for a while, but as you regain your lost memories, it also means that your will will completely occupy the shell, and the broken will will be completely annihilated. ”

"In other words, when I think about everything, he is in the real time of death, right?"

Lorenzo's face was neither sad nor sad, and he didn't have much mood swings throughout, like a cold sculpture.

"I've always felt that death is a very long thing, and when the last person who remembers 047 dies, 047 is really dead, but if you think about it, death is so short, it's just a moment,

There was no bloody roar, no heroic ambition to fight to the death, no affectionate remembrance and confession, he just died, and after a moment there was only a blank ...... of pain."

"You need to rest, Lorenzo. ”

Watson suddenly felt that Lorenzo was terrifying, not the angry and burning demon he had before, but a dead man full of life, full of heavy death intent.

Lorenzo shook his head again and replied with a slight smile.

"I'm resting, Watson, look what a rare holiday. ”

The train arrives with a whistle and leaves again a short time later, with travelers carrying their luggage and laughing and laughing, some looking forward to a new life in the old Dunling, and some looking forward to the distance beyond the old Dunling.

This is a living world, and the two are at odds with it.

"I've thought a lot, a lot this month, and I find the connection between me and the world interesting, and I want to vent my anger, and I want to avenge my friends, so the world answers me, just eradicate all the demons, and I'll do it.

Kill all the demons I see.

But the world has told me that this will not avenge them, no matter how many demons I kill, they will reappear, and I will destroy their roots.

But what is the root of the demon?"

Lorenzo hung his head and laughed self-deprecatingly.

"I feel like I'm a slave, a slave of fate, I can't tell if the answer is true or not, and I don't know if it's going to be what I thought it would be, no one can tell me if it's all right, all I can do is follow it, and if I get rid of the demon, I'll eradicate the demon, let me destroy the root, then destroy the root.

I can't question how ridiculous and absurd such an approach is, but I can only foolishly believe it and stubbornly carry it out.

Because this is the only answer, I can only believe in it all. ”

Lorenzo slowly raised his head and rubbed his face vigorously, letting his stiff muscles relax and barely smile kindly.

"It's time for me to leave, Lorenzo, you have the beacon I've eroded, we'll meet again. ”

Watson couldn't take it anymore, she stopped looking at Lorenzo, closed her eyes, and the whiteness of her eyes dissipated.

The woman opened her eyes again, she didn't know why she was here, and then she found the strange man next to her, although he smiled kindly at herself, but the woman still ran away in a panic, she also didn't understand, but like instinct, she didn't want to stay there anymore.

Lorenzo is the only one left, but he doesn't have much of a lost mood, in fact, he has been prepared for all this, he is also a detective, in this month of rest, Lorenzo has basically integrated the past, everything is extremely clear in his eyes, but it takes someone to determine the truth of all this.

"But you're wrong about one thing, Watson. ”

Lorenzo muttered to himself suddenly.

"I am not living in lies, although it is all in your plan, I am not being manipulated by anyone, I am doing it on my own will...... That's what I want. ”

Lorenzo's expression changed, and a raging fire burned in his decadent eyes, which had never been extinguished, and would only burn more wildly in the future.

"It's not your desire alone, it's ...... It is also my wish. ”

For the Golden Age.