It was a secret conversation, the soldiers with the handle outside the soundproof room, and under the secret implementation of the purification agency, this operation did not attract anyone's attention, it would be a win-win, the exiles would be given a powerful boost, the purification agency would be able to confirm the unknown information, and the Duke of Salicado would be able to officially contact this dark world.

Man is a man who chases danger and is willing to put himself in danger for the thrill of his heart.

"That is, all of this is true, and the evangelical church side is not lying to us, is it?"

Galahad's mood fluctuated slightly, and even his worst conjecture was confirmed, and even he was a little dazed.

I thought it was a conspiracy of the Evangelical Church, but I never thought it was a real reality.

Shermans nodded, and although it wasn't clear what the man in the photo had to do with all this, he still said it seriously.

"Although I am old, my memory has not faded, I remember him, they usually guard the Cathedral of Sant'Narlo, and sometimes they guard us cardinals, and I am very impressed with him. ”

"Is that so?"

Galahad took Shermans's answer to heart, and although he had been through so much, he suddenly looked back and realized that it had been a huge set from the start.

"I'll tell Arthur about this secretly, and I'm going to ...... Come down ......."

Not knowing the truth was terrible, and as one of those who knew it, Galahad felt a great sense of crisis, which was far more terrible than that of Imam Lawrence.

"Are you okay?"

Shermans asked, looking at a slightly distressed Galahad.

"I'm fine. ”

Although he wanted to say this, Galahad's voice was a little loud because of the strange feeling, like an angry shout.

Galahad calmed down as much as he could, pausing for a long time before he spoke slowly.

"I'm sorry, I'm out of shape. ”

"It's okay, I'm used to it, there are many witchers like you in the Seven Hills. ”

"Witcher?"

Galahad was surprised, "I'm not a witcher. ”

"Of course I know, I mean, that a lot of witchers are in the same situation as you. ”

Shermans recalled.

"Demon hunters have forbidden blood in their bodies, and even with the shackles of silver, there are still many witchers who are going to destruction. ”

He looked at Galahad with some pity, the scrawny man who looked to him like the witchers he had been.

"Demon hunters don't have a good end, their will is gradually aging, but the boiling secret blood is becoming more and more enthusiastic, they are tormented by the uncontrolled secret blood, and if they continue to let it go, they will only give birth to terrible demons. ”

"How did you deal with it. ”

Galahad asked, curiously.

This is a blind spot that the purification agency has not been exposed to, and there should have been countless witchers in the development of the Evangelical Church so far, but no one knows their end.

"I only know a rough idea, although I am a cardinal, but you can also see that I don't have much power, compared to Migar, I am just a number, and I have nothing to do to exercise the right to vote. ”

Shermans continued.

"The affairs of the Demon Hunter Order are not under my control, but I also know a lot about it, in fact, the Demon Hunters get older, the deeper their integration with the secret blood becomes, but when they get older, or like you, they may ......" Shermans glanced at Galahad, he could recognize the injury, and the man in front of him almost died in the erosion.

"The witchers survived, but the remaining erosion would drag them into the abyss little by little, and they would be destroyed when the weary will could no longer control the secret blood. ”

"How to destroy it?"

Galahad asked, "The witcher is not something that can be killed with words."

"It's very simple, after all, the premise of creating weapons is that we have the ability to destroy them......"

Shermans's words stopped abruptly, and he looked at Galahad with a wrinkled face and a smile, and after a brief moment of doubt, Galahad understood what he meant.

"According to Arthur, when you confirm ...... for us," he couldn't help but glance at the black-and-white photo on the table, resisting the fear in his heart, and continued, "When we confirm his identity, we will be considered to have reached a cooperation. ”

"Oh! Sounds good, but I don't understand if his identity is so important? I thought my most valuable piece of information was the cache of the Templar Knights' treasures. ”

Maybe it's a cultural difference, or maybe Shermans is old, and sometimes he can't figure out what these people want, and he always uses those treasures as his last hole card, after all, it is the wealth that the Templar Order has accumulated over hundreds of years.

"You don't need to know this, please continue. ”

Galahad interrupted him directly, preventing him from continuing to question.

"The way to destroy it is actually very simple. Shermans remembered the sordid knowledge that he had seldom remembered since he became a cardinal, and now he remembered it much more vaguely.

"A demon hunter is a human after all, and there are human parts in his body and even in his soul, as long as he restricts those. ”

Memories of the past flashed back to her eyes like a galloping war horse, crashing into the old thoughts, and Shermans suddenly remembered them, and whispered the words with deadly meanings.

"We call that kind of thing Cantarella. ”

The memory was clear, Shermans repeatedly.

"Yes, that's the name, Canterella. ”

"What's that?"

Galahad inquired, mentally jotting down the unfamiliar word.

"The poison against the witcher was made by a cardinal, a terrible man comparable to the Medici cardinal, but unfortunately his fate was much worse than that of the Medici cardinal. ”

With this word comes the memory of that era, and Shermans can't help but sigh as he speaks.

"His name was Caesar Borgia, the notorious Duke of Poison, who at first used this poison to kill all his political enemies, and plundered lands and cities with his papal father, but tyranny could not sustain his rule for a long time, they began with poison and ended with poison. ”

Shermans recalls the brief splendor that preceded the Golden Age.

"They were poisoned and killed, ending the reign, and then Cardinal Medici stepped onto the stage, and he took over the reign of Emerald, but by then the poison had been preserved, and its peculiarities were noted, and it was processed by alchemists to become a poison to subdue the witchers. ”

He looked at Galahad with a stunned look on his face and smiled slightly.

"That's it, in fact, a weapon against demons, but also against a demon hunter, whether it's Holy Silver or Canterella. ”

"You didn't trust the witchers in the first place?"

"That's a bunch of dangerous monsters, and monsters need sturdy shackles. ”

The kind Shermans also showed his cruelty at this moment, and he looked calm, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Besides, aren't you, too? I may be an incompetent cardinal, but I've faced demons, and I know all too well the price of dealing with them. ”

Galahad was silent, if the poison called Cantrella was the end of the witchers, then the Black Mountain Hospital was their end, although the news had not yet been made public, but Galahad knew very well that the mysterious Lancelot had already been sent to the Black Mountain Hospital due to erosion, and he didn't know anything about his life and death.

Strange thoughts came to him, and Galahad remembered the change of the code name, which belonged to someone else when Galahad not yet had the code name "Galahad", and that Galahad died and became his successor, and perhaps one day a strange guy would appear in front of his eyes, and he would be given the name of Lancelot.

"That's the price, you have to pay something to get something done, right, for better or for worse. ”

Shermans still had that kind smile, but Galahad now understood the exile a little better, he was a cardinal, and the few people in the evangelical church who really held power could be in such a painful way that a person would be disgusted with power, and only think of serving the gods until he died.

"Alright, Mr. Galahad, don't talk about these useless things, these are not for you and me to decide, we are just a cog in the machine, let's talk about the book of Revelation, I have said enough, it is your turn. ”

Galahad didn't reply immediately, but was silent for a while, although he didn't get much information, but each one was enough to shake the situation, even he was a little tired, looking at Shermans with a calm face, no one knew what else was in the old thing's head.

"About the Book of Revelation ......"

"Yes, I remember he was stolen by Patriarch Lawrence, are you tracking down Lawrence?"

"You don't seem to know those ......"

"What?"

"Lawrence is dead, he's dead, and before God's birthday, we executed him in the north, dead completely. ”

"Lawrence is dead?"

For the first time, Shermans's calm fluctuated, and the old cardinal screamed like a child.

But soon he realized his gaffe, swallowed his saliva, and suddenly felt much better.

"That bastard is dead......"

In a way, Lawrence was to blame for everything, and if he hadn't rebelled on Advent Night, everything would have gone in a completely different direction.

But soon Shermans's face changed, and he asked very seriously.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. ”

"His body is completely destroyed before your eyes?" Shermans stressed again.

Galahad wasn't there at the time, but the strange black angel was being placed in the depths of the Perpetual Pump, and those reports from the scene wouldn't deceive him, Lawrence was dead, and even if there was any flesh and blood remaining, it was on top of the original sin armor.

He nodded again, in affirmation.

"I'm sure. ”

Shermans stared at Galahad, and after a long time, he let out a long breath, as if he had unloaded all his burdens.

"It's good that I didn't kill the new pope, but Lawrence is dead, it's good," Shermans said, shaking his head and smiling wryly, "I'm kind of starting to believe something...... Good is rewarded with good, and evil is rewarded with evil. ”

"And what will you have?" asked Galahad.

Shermans frowned slightly, and said helplessly, "It's definitely not a good ending anyway." ”

"Then why would you ...... Doubt he won't die?"

Galahad continued to ask, judging from what Shermans had just asked, he didn't believe that Lawrence would die, or that it would simply be done, and this reaction was strange and caught Galahad's attention.

"Because he's a witcher, remember Cantarella?" Shermans said.

"The position of Imam is not so easy to hold, in order to ensure that the witcher is firmly in his hands, the witcher will not have any power. ”

But he became a cardinal...... As a witcher. Galahad said.

"Yes, that's the reason, in fact, Lawrence is older than me, but the secret blood has extended his lifespan, I'm dying of old age, and he's still alive and ......."

Shermans deliberately slowed down his speech, greed in his voice.

"He was a witcher of the Golden Age, a fellow of the same era as the Medici Cardinal, who ruled the whole of Emerald at that time.

The Pope is only his puppet, and his rule over all this is close to that of the tyrannical Duke of Poison, even more powerful than him, after all, Cardinal Medici's methods are much gentler, and under his rule everything is going in a good direction, and the golden age of power has arrived. ”

His voice stopped, then sounded again.

"The Cathedral of St. Nalo, the Place of the Seven Hills, the Emerald and the entire Holy Gospel Papal States, all of this is held in his hands, do you think he won't extend his tentacles to the Demon Hunting Order?"

It was only then that Galahad realized the connection between the two.

"Lawrence is Cardinal Medici's man?"

"Almost, you should also know the status of the witchers, praise them, but not power, they can only firmly grasp the help of Cardinal Medici and become his puppet, which is why Lawrence did not die, Cardinal Medici is human, he has no secret blood, he does not have that long to train another patriarch.

So with the help of Cardinal Medici, Lawrence became Cardinal, and he was spared death, don't think it was impossible, at that time Cardinal Medici's power reached its peak, and he could even remove the pope at will, he ...... He is simply a god on earth. ”

Shermans had witnessed the end of that golden age, and he praised and admired that great man with great admiration, but his enthusiastic expression suddenly weakened, and Shermans' face was decadent.

But he is not a god after all, he is a man, and man will grow old. ”

He sighed, seemingly telling the story of Cardinal Medici, but more of his own grievances.

"Time treats everyone equally, Cardinal Medici suddenly relinquished power, focused on faith, stayed away from all strife, became a devout believer, and the end of the Golden Age was so rapid that no one reacted, except Lawrence.

This was his only chance, and the witcher seized it, unlike mortals, he was still young and powerful, and he had strengthened his position with his long accumulation and cardinalism, so he survived until the night of the Arrival. ”

Shermans gathered his emotions and sat with a solemn expression.

"So back to the point, on the night of the Adringe, Cardinal Medici also died, and the cause of death is unknown. ”

Galahad was stunned, as if he didn't expect such a legendary figure to end so calmly, but then he wondered.

"Does this have anything to do with our problem?"

"Of course there is, it can be said that everyone who knows Cardinal Medici well is dead, except for Lawrence, who witnessed the rise and fall of Cardinal Medici, and if anyone can really understand him, it is Lawrence. ”

Shermans hesitated suddenly, as if he didn't know whether he should say this or not, but if he thought about it, it didn't make sense to go into the ground with those secrets, so it was better to say them all.

"Actually, this is an inference from the cause of Cardinal Medici's death after the night of Arrival, that he was secretly killed by Lawrence. ”

"Revenge?"

If it was revenge, it was all understandable, and after enduring it for so long, Lawrence finally killed the man who had ruled over him, which was decades of revenge and betrayal, and all his wishes were fulfilled in that night.

"No, we suppose, he was for Cardinal Medici's secret ......"

Shermans suddenly laughed weirdly, a little crazy, as if he was enchanted.

"The real thing worth sacrificing, the treasure of the Medici, his treasure......"

"Everyone was deceived by him, how could that guy show weakness?

Lorenzo Medici was a great man who ushered in a golden age, do you think he would really die in the torrent of time?"

He spoke faster and faster, as if he were chanting some abominable spell, and with his whispers, something in the darkness was ready to move, trying to break out.

"Lorenzo Medici gave his life for that beautiful golden age, how could he be willing to let it all end like this?

We suspect that after the end of that golden age, Lorenzo Medici still ruled the Emerald, except that he became the emperor of the shadows, and he already had everything that a mortal could get, gold, status, accolades, power...... What else could he desire?"

Galahad looked at the crazy old man, his mouth suddenly whispering uncontrollably, as if someone was answering the question through his body.

"Immortal ......"

An icy chill covered Galahad's body, as if the story had finally come true, and somewhere in the world, those cold eyes were still watching the world.

"Of course, it's just speculation, speculation, they're all dead, Lawrence is dead, Lorenzo Medici is dead, everyone is dead, dead people can't speak, and it's impossible to judge whether these are true or not. ”

The voice was a little light, completely different from the cold depression just now, but Galahad didn't listen to all of this at all, he was just thinking.

If...... What if everything is true?

He looked up in horror, but across from him, Shermans looked at him with a blank face, like a sculpture that had lost all life, joy or anger.

The deep, sunken eyes were pitch black, like an abyss of dead silence.