Borgia.

Lorenzo remembered the surname, derived from the notorious Duke of Poison, who was active before the Golden Age, controlling the Evangelical Church with poison and murder, but they were born from poison and finally poisoned.

It was impossible to imagine that Shermans was a descendant of Borgia, and unlike his cruel ancestors, he was a truly devout believer.

The explosion swept up the fiehn in the sealed cellar, and Samur's twisted flesh was pushed out by the blast of the lacquered antimony as it approached the door, and after dozens of seconds of subsidence, Lorenzo slowly stood up and watched the mess in the place.

The pain was all over his body, and a little bit of blood slipped down the tip of his nose, because of the explosion, Cantarella's toxin also intervened more or less in Lorenzo, this feeling was really not good, as if countless maggots were flowing along his veins, eating flesh and blood.

This poison is the secret of the Borgia family, and it is highly poisonous that can kill "people", and because of this violent toxicity, it was used to deal with witchers in later times, after all, witchers are not pure demons, they have human parts in their bodies, and this poison is against the inferiority of mortals.

"Shermans!"

Lorenzo shouted, finding Shermans, who was still barely breathing, from the charred wreckage, and with great difficulty helping him up, the old man barely opened his eyes, looked at Lorenzo, and then spat blood.

"You're in good shape, I thought you'd be blown up. ”

Lorenzo said, but Shermans didn't have the strength to talk nonsense with him, so he asked weakly.

"Is he dead?"

"Probably not, after all, it's Mighty Yanar, but now he probably doesn't have the strength to continue chasing us, he needs time to heal himself. ”

Lorenzo said that he didn't think that the blow just now could kill Samur, not only because of his power, but also because Samur had already demonized at that time, and the level of secret blood awakening had broken through the critical value, and all the values of his body had leaped, not to mention that the shot did not penetrate the heart.

But Samur needs time to rest, and so does Lorenzo.

"We've got to leave, the explosion is sure to draw the rest of the witchers over, and if we don't get out of the way, we'll all die here. ”

Lorenzo took Shermans' arm and walked with some difficulty.

The terrible thing about the witchers is that they always come out in packs, and a lone wanderer like Lorenzo is a special case, after all, he seems to be the only one left in the old order, he is the last lone wolf in the pack.

"You can leave on your own. Shermans didn't understand Lorenzo's persistence, and if he gave up on himself, he could have escaped from here to a great extent.

"No, I need your knowledge, your secrets, the Evangelical Church and the Demon Hunter's past, all of that stuff is in your head. ”

Listening to his words, Shermans looked at Lorenzo with some surprise, his dirty face and gray-blue eyes were bright with light.

He's also a bit of a paranoid guy, just like himself.

Shermans grinned silently, and then asked weakly.

"Yager, you're not dead, are you?"

After a long time, Yager pushed away the broken barrel that was pressing on him, and he waved at Shermans, but he couldn't say anything, and the wood stabbed into his throat in the explosion, and he clutched it tightly with one hand, otherwise he would have bled to death.

Shermans' gaze didn't wave, he just broke free of Lorenzo's hand and staggered over, gently cupping his face.

"Kid, you're going to die. ”

Jager gave him a wry smile and nodded slightly.

"The time has come for you to dedicate yourself to God. ”

Jager's expression froze, but then it melted, and he was relieved, as if he had achieved some kind of mission, and his whole body relaxed, and he leaned against the wall.

In the rat's nest, in the face of Lorenzo's pursuit, he also said to the priests, the same priests gladly died under his words, and now it was his turn, Jager was unexpectedly not afraid, he was about to die, but he felt very relaxed, as if after falling asleep, he would wake up in the glorious kingdom of God.

Shermans kept staring at his face, his old and dilapidated face tinged with a hint of sadness.

......

The clear rain continued to fall on the earth, looking at the sky, and in the gray and silver clouds, bright light swirled, as if the day was just after that, ready to break out of the restraints.

Lorenzo stepped on the soft grass and braved the rain to help Shermans over the fence.

Sporadic gunfire came from the direction of the cellar, it was Jager who was still resisting, and Lorenzo had left him all his ammunition, as well as the last of the lacquered antimony throwing knives.

This was Shermans' plan, and what they needed most now was time, Jager would draw fire in the cellar and pretend they were still there, while Lorenzo and Shermans left through another secret door for the horses of the farm.

No one knows when a train will pass by, so it's better to ride a horse and gallop.

"Is faith so magical?" asked Lorenzo.

He had some difficulty forgetting Jager's last expression, which was not the expression of a dead man.

"Perhaps. ”

Shermans didn't want to say anything more, he sat down against the fence, he didn't have much strength left.

Lorenzo...... Lorenzo Medici. I don't get involved in the fighting within the church, but I know more or less that some say that Lorenzo Medici is still interfering in the evangelical church after his seclusion, but this time he has gone into the shadows. ”

Shermans said suddenly, looking straight at Lorenzo as if his eyes were frozen.

"You just saw that the power called Yannar, and this power comes from the Book of Revelation, in the Golden Age, Lorenzo Medici held almost everything in his hands, even Imam Lawrence was his puppet, do you think it is possible that he does not understand the Book of Revelation?"

The cold rain choked him, and he coughed in pain, his breath wilting.

"I'll talk about it when we get out of here. ”

"Listen to me!"

Shermans was furious, but then he weakened again, babbling on and out.

"He must have read the Book of Revelation, the book of miracles, the book of the Forbidden Ones, out of which a witcher as powerful as you was born, let alone find a way to be 'immortal'. ”

Lorenzo pulled the steed, but when he heard this, the movement in his hand couldn't help but stop.

"There is so much speculation within the evangelical church about Lorenzo Medici's later years, and it is more plausible that he was with Imam Lawrence...... Or the game of all the people in the evangelical church.

Lawrence was at the mercy of Lorenzo Medici, but as Lorenzo Medici grew old, his control over the evangelical church became weaker and weaker, until he could no longer hold power, and Lorenzo Medici left like this, but he was not reconciled and tried to find a way to immortalize.

The group led by Lawrence naturally did not want to see his rise again, no matter how small the possibility was, so they attacked each other in secret. ”

Shermans gasped hard, as if he would pass out in the next second.

But the old lion was still a lion, and no one dared to really anger him, so it remained a stalemate for a long time, until someone guessed that Lorenzo Medici had found an immortal way and began to advance the plan. ”

"What plan!" Lorenzo asked anxiously.

"I don't know, I don't even know if it actually exists and if it's successful...... Who knows? The fire on the night of Advent destroyed everything, even Lorenzo Medici died that night. It's a mystery. ”

Lorenzo was about to touch the truth, but he was stuck on the edge and couldn't go any further.

"Come! Stand up!"

There was no time to think about it, and Lorenzo didn't know how long Jager would last, so he picked up Shermans and helped him mount his horse.

Lorenzo then stepped on the horse and motioned to Shermans, but Shermans refused to drive the horse, he just lowered his head as if he were dead.

"The Evangelical Church, the Evangelical Church has too many forbidden secrets, Lorenzo, it has appeared on the world since the beginning of history, and has been fighting demons for thousands of years. ”

But where did the evangelical church begin? As recorded in the Gospels, a group of people who are not afraid of death go to the northern ice sea and bring world-changing knowledge...... But where does this knowledge come from, in the final analysis, it should have a starting point!"

"I should have asked you!"

Lorenzo roared, whipping Shermans' horse in anger to get it running.

Two lonely figures raced across the green fields of the rain curtain, the cold rain beating against Shermans's face, he was too sleepy, but he still managed to stay awake, refusing to close his eyes.

"Lorenzo Holmes!"

He shouted loudly, his withered hand grasping the reins.

"What the are you going to do!"

Lorenzo roared angrily, they had succeeded, and as long as they kept running, they could escape from the witcher, but Shermans asked slowly with a smile at the moment.

"Is there any smoke?"

Lorenzo was stunned, feeling strange, but he couldn't tell.

The old man was drenched in the rain, but he still looked at himself with a smile.

"I remember you saying that tobacco is desire, and believers should curb their cravings for those. Lorenzo had heard his sermons.

"I'm going to die, I've been a devout all my life, and God won't care about that. ”

Lorenzo was silent, he took out his cigarette and lit a fire for Shermans, but the rain was so heavy and the wind was so strong that the fire lit several times before it barely burned.

Shermans raised his hand to cover his cigarette so that it would not be extinguished by the rain, and he took a non-standard puff of the cigarette, choking on it and letting out a low cry of pain.

"You don't smoke?"

"It's the first time in my life, but it doesn't feel good to smoke it, but why do you people like it so much?"

Shermans asked, feeling the pungency in his throat as he took a cigarette in his mouth.

"If only there was wine. ”

He continued, having lived his whole life religiously, but to hell indulge in this last moment.

"Shermans ......," Lorenzo read his name.

"I'm glad I met you at the end of my life, Lorenzo Holmes, not Miguel or Seni Lothair. ”

Shermans said, then smiling hard at Lorenzo, and it was a really ugly smile.

"Shermans, we still have a chance to escape......"

"There's no chance, Lorenzo, the witchers won't let me go, and I'm not going to leave it. ”

As he spoke, he coughed violently again.

"Maybe this is the fate of our Borgia family, starting with poison and ending with poison. ”

It was then that Lorenzo noticed that Shermans's face was beginning to turn pale, and black blood was spilling from the wound, exuding an ominous aura.

The explosive toxin also affected him, and after so much, the old man finally couldn't hold it anymore.

"I'm dying, so let me talk a little more nonsense. ”

Shermans said as he retrieved his notebook from his bosom, which was still intact after such a fierce battle, the only blemish being a little more blood on it.

"Here are my notes, which record my ...... No, there is a record of the Borgia family for the Evangelical Church, but be careful, Lorenzo, knowledge is cursed, and when you touch something, you will be targeted by something!"

Even though he was going to die, when he mentioned this, Shermans still felt unease and fear, just like fate, he touched these taboos today, so he also died today.

Lorenzo took the note, it was so heavy, like a rock.

"Why?"

Lorenzo didn't understand.

How can I say that this feeling is like a person who is going to die, but he still has a great wish, an incomparably great wish, so great that people can temporarily give up all their positions and good and evil, and everything is just for this wish......

You're not a good candidate, Lorenzo Holmes, you're like Samuel, he lives for some so-called victory, and you're paranoid about living for something, otherwise you could have hid after Advent instead of meeting me here today. ”

Shermans sighed feebly.

"I've seen too many people like you, Migel for power, Senén Lothair for the wicked, or even Lorenzo Medici for the Golden Age.

You're all such people, crazy people who are paranoid about something...... But I can't, I'm a saint! I'm destined to go to heaven, and how can I be with you devils?"

One last glance at the note, which contained the secret, Shermans was contented and whispered softly.

"Actually...... I don't want to entrust these instructions to people like you, but only people like you can accomplish something by any means. ”

Shermans stopped talking, and with the last of his strength, he drove the horses, and slowly turned his head in the direction of the manor.

"My believer is already dying, how can I leave him behind, and they will only give up completely if they see my body. ”

"And I've been running away for so long, I don't have the strength to run anymore. ”

The horses' hooves pressed the grass, and Shermans slowly distanced himself from Lorenzo, who looked at the sad back and finally couldn't help but shout.

"Shehlmans Borgia, you gave everything for your god, everything you have, do you really think it exists!"

If the so-called God really exists, then how can God allow the existence of the evil called demons, and if God really exists, why does God never answer the prayers of believers.

Shermans stopped, and the rain curtain isolated him from Lorenzo like a world of life and death.

"Mr. Lorenzo Holmes...... This world is too cruel, life and death, joys and sorrows, not to mention those weird demons.

So people have to believe something to deceive themselves, right? ”

His old laughter came from the wind, and Shermans did not look back, he bit the cigarette between his mouth, inhaled and exhaled hard, and the horse began to gallop, he was like an incomparably sharp sword, cutting through all the wind and rain in the madness, and at the moment nothing could catch up with him, and even the shadow was left far behind.

It was as if time had been reversed, and he shouted like a young man, with tears in his eyes.

Looking at the figure that continued to blur in the rain curtain until a brilliant fire burned at the end of the heavy rain, in the reflection of that light, Lorenzo saw the dark silhouette, and he rushed towards the burning heaven like a dying saint.

"From now on the crown of righteousness remains for you. ”

Anonymous chants were heard in the wind, and the final mass was celebrated.