Shermans died. ”

The plague doctor hurried into the room to bring the latest news, and the man sitting at the window didn't seem to hear it at all, he hung his head and faced the torrential rain outside the window, the countless candles burning quietly on the side of his chair, and the flowing wax oil outlining the floor with cumbersome symbols.

Lawrence has always been like this lately, after getting a young body, Lawrence is becoming more and more impenetrable, sometimes even the plague doctor himself does not know what Lawrence is thinking, he is like a cold and deceitful poisonous snake, hiding in the dark and peeking at everyone, ready to kill with a single blow of poisonous fangs.

The plague doctor cautiously approached, leaving the ink mixed with secret blood on the table, and a letter that had already been written was set aside, just waiting to be mailed.

Lawrence seemed to be asleep, but the epidemic doctor knew very well that he was traveling [interval], and no one knew where Lawrence's consciousness was at this moment.

"Gabriel ...... Power"

Even if it is an epidemic doctor, in the face of this mysterious power, he can't help but feel envy and fear, just like facing a warm firework, which can expel the cold for you and incinerate you.

This power has transcended the material and involves the "spiritual" level that all alchemists specialize, with which a person's will can travel between different bodies like a ghost, and even occupy and obtain "new life".

In this way, it silently occupies another person's life.

How could such a forbidden and vicious force not make people feel frightened, even the plague doctor kept recalling the ominous scene in his mind after that, something crawled out of the dying body, it was sticky and smelly, it had no fixed form, like an invisible mud, with its own life slowly wriggling, it squeezed into another blank body little by little.

Since then, the plague doctor has been wary of Lawrence, and for the first time, the plague doctor has a deeper understanding of the distortion of the world.

How long has the gospel church been? So long that it seems that books existed the moment they began to record.

From that moment on, the Book of Revelation appeared in the consciousness of the Evangelical Church, and during this millennium, the Evangelical Church created the Demon Hunting Order through the knowledge of the Book of Revelation.

The plague doctor recalls what Lawrence had said that Gabriel had been discovered by the Evangelical Church, but it was sealed for some unknown reason, and later Lawrence rediscovered it because of his old body.

It was a terrible secret, a possibility that the mere thought of could make the plague doctor fearful.

So, in the past some forgotten time, the evangelical church has the power Gabriel, so is it true that the people who can take the lives of others in this ghostly way are not only Lawrence, but also ghost-like beings who have appeared in the history of the past, so they are all dead?

Theoretically, such a power can constantly change bodies to achieve eternal life, although Lawrence said that this is the first time he has done so, so do those former ghosts constantly change their identities in this way, live in the shadows of the world, and achieve an alternative eternal life?

Such power...... The Power of Eternal Life......

No one can resist such a temptation, not even the plague itself, but in the end, the gospel church chose to seal this power away, did they withstand the temptation of eternal life? Or ...... What happened, what happened? They had to give up eternal life and seal everything about it.

The epidemic doctor didn't dare to continue thinking about it, there was a strange bulge under the heavy robe, as if there were swimming snakes under the clothes, and the oppressive cold was like a sharp knife, cutting into the heart of the epidemic doctor.

He could feel the invisible curtains covering the world, hiding all the secrets and leaving eyes to peer into everyone.

After stopping in place for a long time, the plague doctor's eyes fell on the letter opener on the table, Lawrence was defenseless at the moment, if he wanted to, the plague doctor was confident that he could kill him in an instant.

His gaze then fell on the newborn face, and no one was afraid that anyone would associate the young man in front of him with the dying Imam Lawrence.

Lawrence did a lot of things after faking his death, and the whole situation developed as he expected, he was like a puppeteer with strings, everyone on this stage was his puppet, you thought you were awake, free from Lawrence's control, but what you didn't know was that in that corner that you ignored, you have been influenced by him.

"What kind of future do you see?" Lawrence ......."

There was a slightly dull sound from under the beak mask, and at this moment a nameless wind rose in the closed room, and it blew the candle flame, and in the flickering light, the dead body moved slightly, and Lawrence slowly opened his eyes.

"Epidemic doctor?"

He pressed his temples and shuttled frequently, which also put a lot of pressure on his spirit.

"Shehlmans is dead. ”

The plague doctor said, his voice calm, but through the mask it turned into a dull whisper.

"Dead?"

Lawrence raised his head slightly, glanced briefly at the plague doctor, and then looked out the window at the rain.

Shermans ...... Although he had expected it, he was still a little surprised that he was really dead. ”

"Is that your friend?" asked the doctor.

"Not really, it just makes me feel a little ...... Amazed people only. ”

Lawrence said as he reminisced about his time at the evangelical church, the old man's face, and the past.

"He is the son of the Borgia family, the notorious poison family, and we thought he would be as tyrannical and crazy as his ancestors, but it turned out strangely, he was a devout believer, and he was so devout that he almost insulted the Borgia surname.

I also asked him, and he said that he could also be tyrannical, like his ancestors, and use Cantarella to kill one enemy after another, but he also said that Caesar Borgia did just that, but the tyranny could not get an answer, and he said why not try piety?"

Lawrence smiled, then sighed.

"He's dead, too...... It's not a good feeling, people of my time are almost dead, and I live alone in this world, and sometimes I feel like a ghost. ”

"But you killed him, and if you hadn't sent those two letters, and had not deliberately drawn Lorenzo with the Protestants, Shermans would not have died. ”

"yes...... But to get one thing done, it's not good to be sentimental. Lawrence said.

Having said this, Lawrence had a strange expression on his face, as if he was smiling and as if he was grieving for Shermans' death.

His expression was so complicated that it was difficult for Lawrence to explain it to others.

Gabriel is a double-edged sword, and the more Lawrence invades the minds of others, the easier it is for him to lose himself, and now he has sunk into it, unable to escape.

"Where did you just go?" the doctor asked.

"Some pawns, I need to make sure they're acting as expected. ”

Hearing this, the plague doctor not only felt a chill again, but fortunately, the mask of the bird's beak helped him hide this.

Lawrence has a lot of pawns, and by eroding him he can easily invade the mind of a person who doesn't know what's going on, and maybe just thinks it's a weird hallucination.

The plague doctor thought Lawrence was terrifying, as if he knew how everything was going to happen, and in that deathmatch, he used his fake death to avoid everyone's attention, and then secretly manipulated the chess pieces to do what he wanted, and the Purifier and the Protestant Order were under his control, but they didn't realize it at all.

"Now that the strife has arisen and Shermans is dead, the exiles are not going to rest on their laurels, we just need to make things more intense. ”

Lawrence closed his eyes and thought about what was going to happen in his mind.

The whole of Old Dunling is a vortex of extreme danger, purifying the Organ, the Protestants, the Exiles, Lawrence, Lorenzo, ...... All hatred and desire, blood and iron are rolled up in it, and no one is immune.

"Is the secret blood ready?" Lawrence asked suddenly.

"It's ready, but it only stays awake for a very short time after use, and then it will transform into a demon. The epidemic doctor said.

"That's fine. ”

Lawrence said and looked out the window, and at the end of the rain curtain was a dark tower, and the lightning and thunder on the tower of Dunling were thundering, and countless crows were flying and wailing in the torrential rain.

I don't know why, but there are always countless crows standing on top of the tangled cables of the Tower, flying around and seemingly never leaving.

"You're causing a wave of demons in the Old Dunling?" guessed the plague doctor.

"Who knows?"

Lawrence pretended to be mysterious, not wanting to reveal all his thoughts.

"We're waiting for an opportunity, a doctor, a proper opportunity, when all the gears are turning to that delicate position......"

Lawrence grabbed the letter opener and waved his hand through the wooden table.

"Old Dunling is an incomparably strong fortress, and it is only in that incomparably subtle opportunity that we have the ability to break through them. ”

“...... You're going to ruin it all, along with the purifiers?" the plague doctor couldn't help but be shocked by Lawrence's crazy idea.

"It's a nice city, I don't really like it, but it's better than having demons take over it. Lawrence said, "It is not the old Dunling that I will destroy, nor the purifier, but him, and only then will I be 100% sure ......."

As he spoke, he looked at the doctor and asked.

"By the way, what about Lorenzo?"

"He escaped, and I don't know where he went. The doctor said he was a little confused.

Lawrence paid too much attention to Lorenzo, secretly searching for his information, and inserting his own eyeliner in Cork Street, maybe Lorenzo didn't realize that his every move was in Lawrence's eyes.

"Why do you care so much about this witcher, just because he 'killed' you?"

"Of course not......" Lawrence shook his head, then added, "but do you really think that a normal witcher can kill me?"

"Plague doctor, you also said that after he killed me, he should have died too, but that strange original sin armor appeared, it killed the out-of-control Holy Grail Flesh, and brought Lorenzo back to life in a strange way...... He had the flesh of the Holy Grail in his body. ”

Lawrence raised his hand as he spoke, staring intently at the young, energetic flesh that had been alive and withered not so long ago, but now he was as motivated as the young man.

"Do you know what price I paid to fuse the Holy Grail Flesh and Blood? In order to stay conscious, I pierced nail after sword through my arm, trying to wake me up from the intense pain, but even so, I almost died, losing my mind and turning into a mad demon. ”

Thinking back on all this, Lawrence couldn't help but feel a little afraid, swallowed up by the erosion of that strange feeling, like falling into the calm deep sea, everything was dead and gray.

Lawrence's gaze then turned to the plague doctor, and the darkness behind the lens made it difficult to determine what kind of face was beneath the mask, or rather, whether it was a human being.

"But Lorenzo survived, and when he lost consciousness, he was able to merge the Holy Grail flesh into his body very peacefully, even I couldn't do it, let alone an ordinary witcher, and that only shows that he is not ordinary......"

At the end of that death match, under the burning rain of fire, the face that roared at itself.

"It's him. ”

Lawrence muttered softly.

"Who?"

"My proudest student. Lawrence said.

"The witcher who was given the name of Medanzo, or ...... 047。 ”

The epidemic doctor still didn't understand, and he asked again.

"So, I remember you said that the Medanzo Witchers died in the Night of the Holy Arrival, but he survived......" said the plague doctor with a grim laugh, "In the fear of death, he also escaped as a leader?

Lawrence looked hesitant, he shook his head, and gently agreed, not knowing what he was trying to say.

"I ...... I was suspicious, though only suspicious, but it was enough to warn me. ”

"What?" said the plague doctor who could not understand Lawrence's words more and more.

Lawrence sat upright, looking directly into the Plague Doctor's heavy lenses, trying to find the Plague Doctor's eyes in the darkness.

"It's a not-too-long story, with everything about what I suspect and warn of right now. ”

"Say it. After a brief hesitation, the epidemic doctor said.

The sky outside the window was still the same, dripping, and countless raindrops fell from the sky, bringing coldness and at the same time, like scattered tides, bringing back those pasts.

Lawrence sighed, a little nostalgic, but more in awe.

"His story, the story of Lorenzo Medici. ”