Shrike looked at Lorenzo suspiciously, wondering why this guy had suddenly brought it up.

Lorenzo looked out the window, and behind the hazy rain was the city he had lived in for more than seven years.

Seven years ago, Lorenzo arrived in Old Dunling, from the Holy Evangelical Papal States to Invig, and it was not a good journey, when he had just experienced the night of Advent and had personally buried those he knew, and there was no joy in the joy of a new life, only pain to the point of numbness.

Lorenzo remembers stumbling to Old Dunling, but was rejected without a proper identity, and like most strangers, he came to the lower town, where a newcomer like Lorenzo was still valuable to the vicious people of the lower town.

They wanted to rob Lorenzo, but Lorenzo had nothing left but the box with the nail sword, and the result was simple, they were all killed by Lorenzo, simple and brutal, as if venting his own incompetent anger.

It was for this reason that Lorenzo went from being a stranger to a dangerous stranger, and he was noticed by the new Shrike, followed by the well-known ones.

The shrike gave Lorenzo a new identity and a new life, and Lorenzo worked for the shrike to maintain the balance of the lower town.

It's been seven years, and I don't know if it's lamenting the speed of time or the forgetfulness of human beings.

"At that time...... How did you come up with this?"

Shrike felt that something was faintly wrong, although he only knew about the meeting on an interim basis, and he thought that Lorenzo was relieved by the way he was now, but now that he looked at it, he seemed to be still entangled with the past.

"I just want to confirm it from someone else's point of view...... The reality of the memory. Lorenzo thought for a moment and said.

Different people have different perceptions of the same thing, just like the night of Advention, although Lorenzo has experienced it himself, but in the eyes of every survivor, everything on the night of Advent is completely different.

Shrike briefly recalled, then recounted the past.

"When I saw you, you were in a bad state, covered in wounds, very badly injured......"

If you think about it, Lorenzo's strangeness was evident at that time, the kind of injury that could easily take a person's life, but Lorenzo had several fatal wounds on his body at that time, some of which had healed, some of which were still bleeding and filthy.

The Witcher's sturdy body allowed him to make it to Old Dunling alive, but it was a pity that the shrike didn't notice it at the time, he only thought it was left behind by Lorenzo's battle with the gang members.

"You were in a very bad state of mind, and we had a hard time talking to you at first. ”

The shrike seemed to get to the point, and Lorenzo listened intently, lowering his eyes and not showing his emotion.

"How bad?"

Lorenzo couldn't remember any of them, he only remembered that he had made a deal with the Shrike, but he didn't know what it was.

He was scared.

Lorenzo was afraid that his deal with the shrike was also a conjugation in his mind, a lie full of loopholes, and he subconsciously fulfilled the lie and covered up those key points.

"It's so bad that you're muttering strange things, most of them whimpering too hard to hear, but you can make out some prayers in them. Shrike said.

"It was those words from your Gospel that I met at that time with Robin, who was a believer in your church, and he was talking about those prayers all day, so I remember them very well. ”

"That's all?"

"That's all," said Berau, "what else do you want to react to?Ignite that blazing fireworks?Activate the secret blood?If that's the case, you've been killed by what we thought were demons...... Even if you don't kill it, the next story will be completely different, and there won't be these rotten things now. ”

Lorenzo stopped talking, just thought quietly.

If there was a period of confusion in memory, it was during the night of the Advent and after the night of the Advent to the old Dunling, when the new life began, Lorenzo was also given a new life, a new name, a new beginning, and it was then that the memory gradually stabilized, and the unbearable past was deliberately buried until today.

I really didn't expect that I was just living in a mess in order to live hard, which is really not a good feeling.

"So, where are we going?"

Lorenzo asked, the water vapor outside the window was like a mist rising from the night of the old Dunling, obscuring the vision, and only the umbrellas in full bloom and the thunder flashing from time to time.

Before, Lorenzo was relieved to remove the mechanism and never asked where he was going, but now he felt that it was better to be vigilant.

Lorenzo looked at the shrike on the other side with ill intentions, after all, this guy was an orthodox gangster boss, a loyal knight of the purifier, maybe he was stalling for time now, and in a moment the carriage would drive into a prepared open area, and then countless artillery fires would blast him into dust.

It's not the first time this kind of thing has been done by the Purification Agency, and that's how Lawrence died.

Shrike apparently didn't notice Lorenzo's thoughts, and probably he didn't expect that in such a short period of time, Lorenzo would become a guy full of fantasies about being killed.

"Go home. ”

The shrike calmly said that, as usual, there was nothing special.

"Home?"

Such words were clearly not suitable for Lorenzo, and he did not even understand it, and Shrike then went on to explain.

"121A Cork Street...... Send you home, that's it. ”

......

The rain was pouring down, and the dark carriage stopped in front of the door of 121A Cork Street, and the light inside could be seen through the window, as well as the busy figure, just like the daily routine that had been repeated many times before.

Lorenzo stepped out of the carriage suspiciously, somewhat unsure of what the shrike was trying to do.

"If you can, don't play missing...... At least tell me what you're going to do before you go missing?" said the shrike as he sat in the car.

"Is this surveillance?"

"Of course, there is no way to do it, you have something in you that could take the whole of Old Dunling to death, and we don't know anything about it, and even you don't know about it, and you are obviously even more reluctant to cooperate with us. ”

The shrike speaks of the intention of purging the organs.

"I'm going to hand you over to the Evangelical Church, that's not likely, you're not going to be honest if we're in our prison, you're just a troublesome hedgehog, and instead of tossing around this, it's better to do the same as usual, just a few more pairs of eyes to watch you. ”

"Won't you trust me more?" said Lorenzo.

Hearing this, the shrike laughed, more mockingly.

Lorenzo, I always said you were a psychopath, but you turned out to be a psychopath, although you said you wouldn't do that kind of thing that harmed everyone, but who knows what you really think?"

Shrike couldn't help but think of Lorenzo's resolute death in order to kill Lawrence, a madman who didn't even care about his own life in order to achieve his goals, and what credibility could be the words of a madman?

"Lorenzo, you are a stranger to Invig, and you are a danger to the Evangelical Church...... Traitor, whatever, whatever, you're in the cracks, you don't belong to either side, but you're in danger that both sides are afraid of. ”

Shrike took a deep breath and said helplessly.

"Do you know why we usually call people like you?"

"Who?"

"Anarchist terrorists. ”

As he spoke, he closed the door, he didn't bother to pay attention to Lorenzo, and he didn't want to listen to Lorenzo's assurances, the carriage splashed and disappeared into the rain so quickly.

Lorenzo looked at the dark shadow that disappeared behind the rain curtain, and couldn't help but look around, Beroe was very honest, at this moment there was a pair of eyes peeping at Lorenzo himself in a corner...... Looks like I'm going to have to pull the curtains tight.

After standing for a moment in the rain, Lorenzo pushed the door open, trying to pretend that nothing had happened, which was the best solution, and pretended to be normal.

"Nozomi ...... Lorenzo?"

She ran into the busy Madame vanrude, who thought it was Higg who had returned, but she didn't expect it to be Lorenzo.

"I thought you would be missing for many more days. ”

Madame vanloude looked Lorenzo up and down, and was relieved of him when she realized that Lorenzo had returned on all fours.

Lorenzo, a stranger, has also lived here for so many years, and after getting along for so long, Madame van Loude is also used to Lorenzo's elusiveness.

Looking at the figure that was busy again, Lorenzo had a strange feeling.

In fact, abandoning those demonic things, Lorenzo also has a seemingly normal ordinary life, although it only seems, but it can also make him, a guy who is on the edge of normal society, a little relieved.

"By the way, Lorenzo, someone came looking for you before. ”

Madame vanloude suddenly thought of the visitor not long ago, and raised her head and shouted to Lorenzo.

"Is the face familiar?"

Lorenzo asked.

Although Madame vanrude did not know anything about the purifiers, she knew some of the visitors well, and from her simple descriptions, Lorenzo could tell who was coming.

"No, it's someone I haven't met. ”

It was very rare that Madame vanloude had never seen that person, and then she frowned, as if she wanted to carefully recall the appearance of that person, but strangely she could not remember anything.

Suddenly a pair of blazing white eyes flashed in the darkness of memory, and the burning pure white reflected the face of Madame van Loude, and this image flashed, but she couldn't help but stand in place.

A slight pain came from his mind, and the old guy rubbed his head vigorously.

"Well, I can't remember, it looks like I'm getting old too?"

Madame van Loude apparently did not care about these things, and she blamed the cause on her aging body.

Looking down at his wrinkled hands, blue veins bulging on the shriveled skin, which were white and smooth a dozen years ago, but now they have become like this.

"Really......"

Lorenzo thought about it, and changed the previous coldness, even if he was a cold-blooded guy, he would be more or less emotional after living for so long.

"You should consider retirement, even though you are considered a retirement now...... Find someone to take care of you, like Higg. Lorenzo said.

"Are you disgusted that I'm old and useless?"

"No, no, I didn't mean that. Lorenzo said quickly.

Madame van Loude was a haughty woman, who danced and attracted countless young men to chase her, like many pretty girls, but she was also an air cavalryman, and she shot her enemies off with a single shot from the sky.

She can laugh at herself, but she doesn't like what people say.

But this time Madame van Loude's anger quickly dissipated, and she sat down on the sofa beside her, and sighed.

"Although I don't want to admit defeat, I still have to admit that people can't win time. ”

She looked up and continued.

"Actually, I did think about living a retirement life. ”

It was surprising that Madame vanloude would talk to him about this, and Lorenzo looked around, and he always felt that she should have told Higg about it, but it was clear that Higg was not at home now.

Lorenzo sat down obediently and listened to the old man's complaints.

"And what's your plan?"

"What else can it be, sell the house, and then take the money to some small town in the countryside, the house in Old Dunling is very expensive, and the money is enough for me to use until I die, if I save a little, maybe I can hire a few handsome guys. ”

Madame van Loude fantasized about the hellish goodness, and then tapped her knee hard.

"Old Dunling is a devastating old city, and I can't stand the damn cold anymore with my injured leg. ”

It was an old wound from her days as an air cavalryman, and as she aged, these ailments haunted her like a demon.

Lorenzo quite agreed with Madame vanloude, for Old Dunling was gloomy and damp, and the air was full of the detribs of the factory, a city suitable for hard work, but not for old age.

"Sounds pretty good...... Wait, sell the house!"

Lorenzo suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Yes, the house is sold, otherwise where would the money come from. ”

"Yes...... But ......"

Lorenzo said and pointed to the stairs, after which was his room, and he was a little incoherent.

"Where do I live?"

"What the hell is going on with me?"

Lorenzo was swept back at all his words, and the old lady was very stiff, but then she spoke a little sadly.

"Lorenzo, there is no such thing as a feast, you have a long time to live, and I only have a few years left at most. ”

The old man's body is engraved with those passing times, and his words are dusty.

"You're going to grow up, you're going to get married, you're going to have children, and you can't still rent a house at that time, right?"

Lorenzo was stunned, he suddenly couldn't say anything, and could only listen quietly.

"Actually, I wanted to kick you out a long time ago, and then go to live in the country, but I wanted to kick you out again, where can you live? Actually, I'm not worried about you, Lorenzo, you're a wild dog, and wild dogs can always survive no matter how bad the environment is. ”

I don't know whether it was praise or belittling, but the old man looked at him with a smile in his eyes.