Port of Rendona.

As the largest and oldest port in Inlvig, the port of Rendona has many stories to tell, it was captured by Gaulinaro during the Glorious War, when the counterattack began, it became a supply base for the Royal Fleet, and after the advent of peace, it became the largest export port in Invig, and tens of thousands of strangers came here every day.

Countless large ships were moored in the harbor, and sailors were busy in them.

It's like a microcosm of the world, you can see people from all over the world, some merchants will come up with unique specialties and sell them in the crowded streets, some people will play special musical instruments, and the sound will be dàng before you have never heard before).

Seagulls hover above the sky, which is completely different from the old Dunling.

In some obscure corner, two new visitors arrived, looking up at the metal creation.

"So that's where we're going to be next?"

The mirror on the beak mask reflected the pitch-black shadow, and the plague doctor looked at the rusty ship with some suspicion.

Compared to the other big ships moored here, this steamship can really be called bleak, and the other steamships are like a glamorous girl, but it is a homeless man who has just crawled out of the lower town.

The plague doctor had seen this ship, and it was the same ship that had fished itself out of the sea after the plague doctor had taken the coffin of the Holy Spirit away, but now it was much more dilapidated than it was when the plague doctor first saw it.

As if it had undergone some baptism, someone brutally destroyed it.

If it weren't for Provost Lawrence's affirmation, he even wondered if the big ship had just been salvaged from the bottom of the sea, the words on the hull had been worn out by time, and the deck was in tatters, and if it sailed at night, it might be mistaken for a ghost ship.

"Yes. ”

Imam Lawrence reaffirmed, and then boarded the ship with the plague doctors.

"Despite its shabby appearance, it's actually the latest steamship, but it's just a bit of a manipulation to keep it close to the shore. ”

Hands brushing over the steel railings, the rust was the result of a makeshift chemical effect, otherwise it would be difficult for this new steamship to escape Invig's scrutiny and enter the sea.

In the glorious war with Gaulnalo, Invig's naval power was particularly advanced and powerful, the Royal Fleet was anchored in the White Tide Strait, with the ship's huge cannons directly fired at Gaulnalo's coastal defenses, directly destroying their coastal defenses, and now if it is bombarded by the Royal Fleet on the ocean, this ship will not last long.

Imam Lawrence might survive, and with the power of the Holy Grail, he would be able to swim to shore if he was lucky, the question was just how long.

But the contents of the ship could not be swam, and it had taken too long for Imam Lawrence to do so.

He was so old that Imam Lawrence didn't feel confident that he had much time left, but if that thing could work out, he would have a new lease on life.

"Let's go, there's something you're interested in. ”

As if promising some mysterious gift, Imam Lawrence pushed open the hatch as he spoke, and a breeze rose in the dim darkness, smelling of blood.

"What I'm interested in?"

The plague doctor was really a little interested when he heard this, there were not many things in this world that could interest him, and he walked down without hesitation looking at the darkness under the stairs.

He wasn't worried that Imformer Lawrence would plot anything against him, after all, they were the same kind of people, and the plague doctor knew very well what Imam Lawrence wanted, and of course, all this was premised on the fact that the plague doctor also had the power to make him confident.

It's been a long collaboration, and he's an equal with Imam Lawrence, and wolves won't be equal to lambs unless they're also wolves.

As it dropped, the temperature gradually decreased, as if entering some cold room with low temperatures, and through the dim light, the epidemic doctor could see that it was very neat inside, completely different from the outside.

As Sheikh Lawrence said, appearances are just disguises.

The first floor looked like a warehouse, full of goods, mostly sealed, with an ominous smell coming from it, and at the other end were some daily necessities, which, judging from that size, were enough for dozens of people to hold out at sea for a long time.

"Looks like you have a lot of assets. ”

The plague doctor pointed to the supplies, and then looked at Imam Lawrence.

Such a large amount of resources requires not only money, but also certain channels.

Although he is a mysterious epidemic doctor, he has knowledge in his head that no mortal can bear, but the real life of the epidemic doctor is quite miserable.

I have lofty ideals in my heart, but ideals generally require money.

The premise of achieving the ideal is not to starve to death, otherwise it will not be an ideal, but a delusion.

But for the epidemic doctor, having enough to eat is not a problem, the real difficulty is that he does not have enough funds to maintain his research.

"That's a lot of money. ”

"I've lived a long time and a little deposit is not a problem. ”

The old man smiled, and in the long years, there was enough time for Imam Lawrence to prepare, to prepare everything he needed.

"I'm afraid your savings won't be able to support that, right?

The epidemic doctor asked, when he had no money, he would go to make some rewards, of course, he would rob a bank or something, which was enough to meet his needs in the short term, but the research was long-term, and he would rob the money when he was halfway through the research, which greatly slowed down the progress of his scientific research.

"No, I'm just prepared. ”

Imam Lawrence said as he opened a sealed box, which contained nail swords, neatly arranged nail swords.

"The cardinal's share can bring me a lot of convenience, and you must know that in Friedmont, as long as you have enough money, the priests can forgive your sins on behalf of God. ”

"That sounds ironic. ”

The sharp cold light reflected the mask of the plague doctor, and he looked at the supplies again, which must have been accumulated by Imam Lawrence for a long time...... It seems that his rebellion on Advent Night was premeditated rather than a whim.

"But it is. ”

He said.

"When I was in the Evangelical Church, although the secret blood technology was mature, we still did not give up the development of technology, and with the funding of the Medici family, many undisclosed research was carried out secretly. ”

At that time, the evangelical church still had a very high influence in the Western world, and in the long course of development, the church and the family continued to mix, and in the end, they did not distinguish each other.

"The civilians would pay a lot of money to bury their families in the church's cemetery, but they didn't know that the bodies would be exhumed and removed for new research. ”

"According to the doctrine, it is blasphemous to dissect the dead, but under the holy church there are all mutilated bodies. ”

Imam Lawrence closed the box and flipped a switch, and the dim light illuminated the remaining darkness.

"Faith is really an efficient money-making machine, but I'm not a cardinal now, and I use a little less of these assets. ”

In order to show their loyalty to God, many large families are willing to pay a high price in exchange for the Pope's smile.

Looking at those supplies, the epidemic doctor was not stunned.

"In other words, if necessary, are we going to rob some bank?"

"There's no need, doctor. ”

Imam Lawrence opened the door downward.

"There will always be people who want to fund our great cause, not to mention that the two of us are still understaffed. ”

No matter how powerful Imam Lawrence and the plague doctor were, their numbers were still too small, with no backup supplies and no logistics line to assist them, just like two wanted outlaws, fighting and hiding until they died in a deserted alley.

"Is there a new person coming in?"

There was a cheerful voice from under the mask, and the plague doctor was a little curious about what kind of monster would join the ship of death.

"Probably, I've already connected with those remnants, and I'll give them the power to fight against the firearms, and they'll work for me, and by the way, I can also experiment with the power of the new secret blood, which is very suitable. ”

He casually said his plan.

"The remnants?"

The plague doctor had also heard of the remnants of the South, but he didn't expect Imam Lawrence to contact them.

"They are very well controlled, they don't belong to Invig, they don't belong to Gaulnalo, they are people caught between two worlds, living in a pitiful gap...... It's like the witcher. ”

It is not a demon, and it is different from a human being.

"I planned this...... It's been a long time, so long that sometimes I can't even sigh when I think about it, it's been so long. ”

Imam Lawrence in front said lightly that he is also a goal-driven person, and sometimes he will even abandon the concept of "human" for the sake of the goal, and completely sink into it.

"I've spent a long time preparing these in secret, but ...... People are always different from each other, just like the so-called talent. ”

Imam Lawrence paused and looked back at the plague doctor, with a little envy in his eyes.

"I may be particularly talented at hunting demons, after all, I have become a patriarch. ”

He said with a slight smile.

"But I still think you're a better plague doctor, my talent is really nothing compared to yours. ”

"My talent?"

The epidemic doctor should be praising himself, but this cold praise of himself really makes the epidemic doctor a little incomprehensible.

"yes, your biological 'gift'. ”

Imam Lawrence continued.

"I'm a warrior at best, I can change a battle, a war, but I can't change the world. ”

Looking down at the skin that had aged with time, his voice was a little pessimistic.

"How long can I fight? for a hundred years, but with my death it will be all for naught, but a scholar like you is different. ”

"Although you are not quite the same as a normal scholar. ”

"But even if you die, your research will continue to pass on and continue to change the world. ”

Listening to the faint roar of the cabin, Imam Lawrence poured.

"Like the man who invented the steam engine, he's been dead for far too long, but his research is still changing the world today. ”

"Swords and armor have been replaced by machinery and steam, steamships many times faster than sailing ships have opened up new seas, railways have connected every city, and the distance of the world has been shortened under the feet of man. ”

"If the world is a sophisticated machine, then he has pressed the accelerator button for the world...... I'm the one who can really feel this, the doctor. ”

The cloudy pupils were full of memories of the past, and Provost Lawrence lived far too long to be in his youth, when the Western world was still under the control of the Evangelical Church, when the steam engine was only a sketch of the imagination, and it was the sword in the knight's hand that could decide everything.

He was a ghost from a hundred years ago, and his life spanned two eras, and sometimes with his eyes closed, Imam Lawrence could dream back to the era of iron riders, but when he opened his eyes, there were mechanical monsters swimming in the gloomy sky.

Remembering the dead era, welcoming the newborn era.

Listening to the undisguised praise of Patriarch Lawrence, the plague doctor was a little stunned, he suddenly felt a strange sense of sadness in Patriarch Lawrence, the sadness of life, he had lived too long, and he swung his sword with all his might, but he still could not leave his traces in the torrent of that era.

"It's not a good thing to live too long, right?"

The plague doctor asked.

"Almost, if there is a god, death is its greatest gift. ”

Imam Lawrence said faintly.

"Of course, now is not the time to accept this gift, and if I can, I want to live longer, at least until I fulfill my ideals. ”

As they descended, a large gate blocked their way, and the plague doctor could clearly see that there was a shallow frost on the gate, as if there was a cold winter behind it.

"Forget it, that's the end of the nostalgia. ”

Imam Lawrence turned his head, a look of trust in his eyes.

"Plague doctor, it's time to show your talent. ”

As he spoke, he pushed the door open, and the iron door was not large, but it seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and Patriarch Lawrence pushed it very slowly, until the cold air of the cold came to his face.

"I really don't have any talent for studying this organism, and even after all this time, I'm just standing still. ”

Imam Lawrence showed the plague doctor the true wealth, the real asset.

"Now it's yours. ”

The epidemic doctor's voice trembled a little, of course he knew what these things were in front of him, but he didn't expect it to be so mature.

There are people who have the same philosophy as themselves, and he has already done this, and now it is only up to the epidemic doctor to really push him forward.

"This ...... Is that part of your preparation?"

He looked at Imam Lawrence, the somewhat familiar shadow blurred for the first time with mystery.

The epidemic doctor was excited and vigilant.

"Nope. ”

Imam Lawrence denied.

"This is the 'preparation' of the Demon Hunting Order. ”

"It's legacy. ”

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