Lorenzo didn't know who sent the letter, but judging by the secret blood, the other party must have known something and had bad intentions.

But as Oscar said, it was a conspiracy, a conspiracy that Lorenzo could not refuse, and even without this, Lorenzo wanted to meet Shermans, who was the only one in the old Dunling who had known and seen him in the past, and whose suspicions might be somewhat confirmed by him.

He stepped on the soft grass and headed for the manor.

The process of infiltrating was not difficult, there were not many guards here, basically all of them were Shermans who had taken away from the Emerald Jade, perhaps under the protection of the purification mechanism, and most of them relaxed their vigilance, not thinking that anyone would find this hidden place.

In fact, with the development of steam technology, people have abandoned the backward towns and devoted themselves to the developed big cities, and the old Dunling is like a magnet that attracts everyone around it.

In this case, the former noble estate has also fallen into decline, and people prefer to live in the city center of Old Tunling rather than here.

Empty and dilapidated, it seems that Shermans has only just moved in, and Lorenzo hides in the shadows, looking for traces of Shermans.

There was also a split within the church after Advent night, and the mysterious new pope was crowned on top of it.

Thinking back to all that happened in the Sanctuary of Stillness, under the mask of steel, the same fiery pupils as Lorenzo's, it was clear that Seni Lothair was a witcher, so who was he among the witchers when he put on the mask and was crowned pope?

The aftermath of Advent was more than Lorenzo knew on the surface.

Thinking about it like this, Lorenzo dodged one patrol after another, and several of them had a vague impression that they had seen them in the Seven Hills, which further confirmed their identity, and these people were all followers of Shermans.

Lorenzo stopped, he leaned sideways, hid himself, and soon someone walked in front of him, limping on crutches.

Jager didn't realize the danger was coming, he barely moved forward on crutches, Shermans didn't wait for him, and he didn't know where the old man had gone at the moment.

Lorenzo watched his back from afar, it was the rat's nest that he had attacked him, and now that everything was determined, it was Shermans searching for the whereabouts of the Apocalypse.

But now there was not the slightest tension in the manor, as if these people were on vacation, could it be that they had given up searching for the Book of Revelation? But was this the only force they could contend with the new pope, or was it a stronger boost?

No one could tell Lorenzo the answer, he had to find it himself.

......

The curtains were closed, the room was dim, and the fluorescent candles were lit, burning slowly around the sacred cross, and the molten wax oil covered the ground like a solidified red sea.

Shermans tried to reminisce as much as possible to the devotional atmosphere of St. Narlo's Cathedral, but sadly, he knew very well that it was different, no matter how it was restored.

He slowly sat down in his chair, put on the thick lenses, picked up the pen, and opened a delicately decorated and very old book.

There was no title, no author's name, and the cowhide cover was a drab dark green with the ornamental patterns removed, and the spine was covered with scars, which looked like someone had been altered many times, and new papers had been added to it.

These were Shermans's notes, or diaries, or books he used to record, and the things he recorded were so complex and messy that he couldn't tell them apart.

Shermans was a devout cardinal, he did not have the great wisdom or the terrible force of force, but he was very learned in theology, although to the atheists these actions seemed ridiculous, dedicating his precious life to the god of nothingness.

During this long life, Shermans fully interpreted the Gospels, contemplating the mysterious gods as far as he could with the mind of a mortal, and began to record them from the day he became a believer to this day.

Flipping through the thick book, which was full of his handwriting, he laboriously flipped through it, and to the end, as if it were his mortal life, and there were only a few pages left in the notebook.

His dry palm gently brushed the white paper, and he sighed, not much, but enough for him.

He was so old that his mind was dulled, and for a moment he couldn't remember what he should write, so he had to look at the handwriting in front of him.

This notebook records not only Shermans's life, but also the recent history of the Evangelical Church.

The changes of the Evangelical Church, the rise and fall of the Demon Hunting Order, from the hunt of the "Last Demon", that is, the "Holy Grail", to the outbreak of the Night of Arrival, during which it was also mixed with the struggle for power within the Evangelical Church, as well as the game between the faith and the war faction.

Nor did Shermans realize that it was his devotion to the faith, his theological studies, that had kept him watching and recording all this from a neutral position, and that the burning fire on the night of Advent had burned so much material that the notes in his hand were incomparably precious.

But that's it, Shermans didn't think of this at all, and just continued his research in this situation.

"Demon ......"

Shermans whispered, his rigid thoughts coming alive, and he picked up his pen and continued writing on the blank page.

The night of Advent.

It was a life-changing night for many, the old Order was destroyed, Imam Lawrence rebelled and stole the Book of Revelation, and the mighty Evangelical Church fell from here......

This lasted for countless years of strength, and collapsed only overnight.

Fortunately, Shermans was neutral and did not participate in the game, so he was denied participation in the experiment against the Holy Grail, and that night he avoided the shadow of death in the Emerald of Emerald.

To this day, he still remembers everything about that night very clearly, as if this memory has lost the possibility of being forgotten and carved deep into the depths of his mind.

Shehlmans felt an indescribable palpitation, as if something was warning him, and he stepped out of the study to see the abomination.

In the darkness of the night, the sacred place of the Seven Hills was completely engulfed in flames, and it burned brightly.

When the night was over, only charred ruins remained, and Shermans did not know what the men had done, but he could get a glimpse of the terrible consequences, after which Shermans was thinking about something that was no longer pure faith, he was thinking about something else.

What exactly is a demon?

"I searched a lot of literature, but I couldn't find out when the demon appeared in this world specifically, as if it didn't appear suddenly at a certain moment, but always accompanied the world.

But a strange place appeared, if the demon was born with this world, then in that distant and ignorant era, in the age when mankind had not yet mastered iron and fire, at that time human beings were powerless to resist demons, and the terrible power and irresistible erosion were like a plague that was difficult to contain.

It stands to reason that the so-called human race should have been completely wiped out at that time, but we survived, and even today, thousands of years later, we briefly contain the 'Holy Grail'. ”

After a brief pause, Shermans seemed to remember where to start, his rotten wooden hand clenching the pen, his mouth muttering slightly, deepening his memory, leaving black handwriting on the white paper.

"We are alive, so strangely alive, can we prove that in some blank history of the world, in an era that has been forgotten by everyone, the demon does not exist, and someday in the future, it suddenly appears in the world. ”

Shermans's movements suddenly stopped, and if so, everything was logical, but a new mystery appeared, and if this was the case, then how was the demon born?

Nothing can appear out of thin air, so where do demons come from?

"The world is weird...... There's something wrong with the world we live in, and I don't know exactly what the problems are, but I can feel it every time I try to understand history, understand the past, understand demons.

The strange and twisted feeling haunted me, and I had to devote myself to my faith and try to resist it.

Sometimes I am surprised to find that the rigid and stubborn Shermans will temporarily ignore the faith to explore these unsolved mysteries, which is not like what I would do, but it can't be helped, people always change. ”

Shermans smiled slightly, and he often laughed at himself in his notes, which was not much of his own amusement, but then his face turned cold.

"It was like a bottomless abyss, and as I dug into the past, that strange sense of dissonance intensified, and I suddenly realized that there was a problem......"

Shermans's pen stopped, he didn't dare to put it down, as if something was peeking at him, as if he only wanted to ...... No, even if it's not the truth, as long as it is written down even slightly in the slightest part of the strange truth, he will be killed by the evil force.

This is forbidden knowledge, and there is something unknown guarding these secrets.

But at this moment he did not feel fear, but a strange joy, he had been addicted to it for so long that he had completely confused theology with demons.

Yes, he should have understood this, as the Gospels say, evil demons are born in the shadow of God, and they are inseparable.

Shermans' eyes were bloodshot, he held his forehead with one hand, and the hand holding the pen trembled violently.

It occurred to him that it seemed as if the wall that had been holding him back from thinking had collapsed, and his free will had been liberated.

"Looking back at the history of the Evangelical Church, I see that we have been fighting against humanity and against our own kind...... Yes, that's true, the demons we kill are all alienated from humans, so what about those [primordial demons]? Just like a plague, there should always be a [Patient Zero], a starting point that caused all this. ”

A sharp chill pierced Shermans' bones, clenching his heart along the blood.

"We've been ignoring these ...... Or maybe there is some unknown force that prevents us from thinking about it.

The demons we killed were originally human, and the only difference was the Holy Grail.

The demon that has been given the concept of demons is called the Primordial Demon of the Holy Grail, but is it the only one? Do we really know them?

What exactly is a demon?"