Hound......

Lorenzo leaned against the window, fully armed, the highest point of the mansion, overlooking the whole outside.

The territory of the Stuart family is in the south, and there is no fief in the old Dunling, so the place where Seleuc lives is a mansion in the inner city, which was originally the temporary residence of the Duke of Stuart to meet the queen, because of the succession ceremony and other reasons, Seleuc lived here for a long time.

Lorenzo had always felt that the castle manor in the wilderness was the most suitable for a horror story, and in that kind of terrain, the interior and exterior were in a relatively closed state, like a secret room, but this secret room was a bit too large.

But now the place where the story is about to take place is the inner city, running inside is the garrison of the guards, running out is Cork Street, if you run faster, Lorenzo can also pull this dispensable investor to meet the company she invests in, in that fortress-like mechanical courtyard, not to mention any weird hounds, I'm afraid even the demons will be melted by fire in an instant.

Picking up Winchester on the side, Lorenzo filled it with ammunition one after the other, and the metal collided with each other with a soft sound. Placed entirely by a single warhead cast by Holy Silver, this is his big killer weapon.

As he rearmament, Lorenzo pondered his inventory of weapons.

The Nail Sword had been damaged in the battle with the demons, and Lorenzo didn't have time to go back to Cork Street to get a new one. In fact, the weapon is not important, but the important thing is the holy silver, and in the end, the special feature of the nail sword is only plated with a layer of holy silver.

This mysterious metal, which can suppress demons, is used less and less, and Lorenzo is starting to have a bit of a headache about it, although Merlin is trying to analyze the composition of the holy silver and try to imitate it, but Lorenzo does not have much hope for it.

Evangelical things always gave him a strange feeling, like immimitable, that they had mastered some kind of core technology, and before they mastered that thing, everything the rest of the people did was just a poor imitation.

Sorting out his weapon, Lorenzo picked up the knight's sword on the side, a cold weapon that had become a symbol rather than a weapon after the advent of the modern rifle, but for demons, it never went out of style.

"So you're quieter? Lorenzo. ”

Suddenly, a voice rang out on the other side, and there was another person in the dimly lit room.

Seleuc, who was lying on top of his pajamas, said to Lorenzo, who was constantly making noise.

"I'm protecting you. ”

"But I need to sleep, too. ”

Seleuc replied.

The girl's face was tired, and when she was about to fall asleep, her indifferent little face finally relaxed, she was just an ordinary person, unlike Lorenzo, as a witcher, his willpower could make him engage in high-intensity day and night battles, and when he knew that there was an enemy, Lorenzo had no sleep, and even a little excited.

It's like a kind of conditionality, where people drool when they smell food, and witchers get excited when they smell the traces of demons.

After a short discussion, Lorenzo decided to stay with the mysterious hound for a while, and in order to ensure that there were no accidents, Lorenzo stayed here temporarily.

"Okay, okay, I hope you don't sleep too hard. ”

Lorenzo said, putting away his weapon and standing up.

Yawei was patrolling the mansion with a shotgun in hand, and Lorenzo was in charge of protecting her from close by, the strange curse carried a mad illusion that no one knew if the hound would actually arrive, or how it would appear.

No one knows, waiting is the best answer.

The witcher melted into the darkness of the room, silently, and if it weren't for the faint sound of another faint breath after it was so quiet that he could faintly discern it, Seleuc would have thought that he was the only one left here.

Lorenzo sat on his knees, Winchester and the knight's sword in front of his knees, he closed his eyes, and his perception spread to the maximum, like a flood of water, which silently overflowed the planks and seeped out through the cracks in the door, little by little, little by little...... spread to the limit of the range.

The silence was followed by endless sounds.

The sound of steam pouring out of the pipes in the streets, the ticking of the clock, the heavy footsteps of Avena, and the gentle breathing and heartbeat of Seleuc.

"Lorenzo?"

Suddenly, the girl spoke again in the darkness.

"What's wrong?"

Lorenzo opened her eyes, she didn't close the curtains, the light from the outside world was reflected in, and Lorenzo could barely distinguish what she looked like.

"I suddenly couldn't sleep. ”

"You're not going to let me tell you some bedtime read, are you?"

Lorenzo frowned.

The girl laughed at this.

"How is that possible? Do you talk about bedtime reading, the witcher and the seven damned demons?"

Seleuc teased.

"The witcher hunts down seven unlucky demons, don't do Lorenzo, I'll have nightmares. ”

"Then change it, how about I tell you about a little demon looking for my mother?"

Lorenzo followed Seleuc's train of thought and said bad things.

"The little demon has found someone, hey, are you my mother?"

He tightened his throat and let out a high-pitched false sound.

"Kid, I'm not your mother, I'm your witcher uncle!"

"Uncle Witcher, do you know where my mother is?"

"Of course Uncle knows, come Uncle will send you to see your mother. ”

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Lorenzo was telling a bad story, this was definitely not something that normal people would like, and the atmosphere instantly became awkward.

But there was a little more noise in this awkward calm, as if she couldn't help it, and Seleucus on the other side let out a burst of laughter, and although she couldn't see clearly, Lorenzo guessed that she was now rolling in joy.

So what's wrong with the children now, they like such hellish stories.

Lorenzo shook his head, not to be pessimistic about Invig's future, and let such an unlucky child become the duchess of Stuart?

"Lorenzo, you know what? You're funny sometimes. ”

The girl boasted.

"Thanks to my acting teacher. ”

Lorenzo didn't think about his classmates at the Royal Academy of Art.

"The acting teacher was a playwright, a comedy fanatic, and in his class you could get high marks as long as your performance amused him...... I always felt like he was playing monkey tricks on us. ”

"What's it called?"

Lorenzo couldn't remember, he remembered that it seemed to be called Oscar or something.

It was a class of demons.

"Well, he must be a very happy man. ”

Seleuc said slowly.

Then everything fell into calm again, a dark shadow obscured the glimmer of light outside the window, and Seleuc subconsciously pulled up the short dagger under the pillow, but then the voice sounded.

"Are you scared?"

Lorenzo stood and watched Seleuc, and at such close range, the darkness could not hinder the witcher's vision.

"Not really. ”

Seleuc replied casually, and put down the dagger in her hand, judging by her skillful technique, it had not been a day or two since it had been hidden under the pillow.

"Seleuc, have you ever heard of that?"

Lorenzo asked suddenly.

"What?"

"It is difficult for a healer to heal himself. ”

Without waiting for Seleuce to think more, Lorenzo suddenly sat down, and Seleucus subconsciously grabbed the quilt, and at the same time was about to call Yawei to come in and shoot the neurotic, but then a hand pinched her face precisely in the dark.

As if to crush that indifferent defense, the pain made Seleu defenseless.

"So that's not good?"

Lorenzo looked at the girl in the dark.

"You can laugh, you can cry, and you can even tell bad jokes...... It's a lot more comfortable than your usual cold look. ”

Like holding a grudge, Lorenzo found his chance to fight back.

"I said Seleuc, you see through a person so easily, so ...... Do you know yourself?"

"I may be a bit 'inhuman' because of demons, but why are you like this? Your peers are much happier than you. ”

Lorenzo couldn't help but think of Eve, the two of them were not much different in age, and they couldn't help but compare.

"Or is that childhood cloud so severe that even Stuart's nobility can't make you forget?"

Seleuc trembled slightly, she looked up at the pitch-black silhouette, she knew exactly what Lorenzo was talking about.

"Yes, I taught you that without people close to you, the enemy has no capital to threaten you, and the more indifferent you are, the more others will not be able to grasp your character, and they don't know what you are thinking...... But why are you like this to the witcher? You are the mistress of Stuart, and the thirty-two powerful families are your back, so what are you afraid of?"

Lorenzo picked up the dagger, the sharp metal glowing in the darkness.

The Duke of Stuart would not hide a weapon under his pillow, only the beggars living in the streets would do.

"Just like I taught you, hold on to everything you can, even a stone might break the shackles. ”

"Are you trying to smash the fear of the unknown?"

The witcher saw everything clearly, opened the skylight, and dragged the girl's soul out, shining in the sunlight, transparent and clear.

"No, I'm just ......"

Seleu wanted to say something, but suddenly the words seemed to freeze in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

She anxiously wanted to justify herself, as if she was humiliated, and reversed her cold attitude, but as if she had lost the function of speech, she could only murmur meaninglessly, until the sudden barking of a dog sounded.

Everything seemed to be quiet, and Seleuc turned his head slowly, and at some point the door of the room had been pushed open, and then the cold wind poured into the room with sharp snowflakes.

Seleucus subconsciously hugged Lorenzo tightly, but what she could touch was a piece of air, and she threw herself into the air, pressing her hands on the cold and muddy ground, and the shattered ice slag reflected her messy face like countless mirrors.

The barking of the dog sounded again and again, and it was the chasing Grim Reaper.

The girl turned frightenedly, and a familiar scene appeared in her eyes, a place she remembered and would never forget, and in the direction of the voice, at the end of the old alley, an ordinary wild dog was quietly watching her.

The pupils were scarlet, as if they could drip blood, and then the clumps of canine teeth intertwined as if smiling at her.