Lorenzo was a little surprised, his hands were a little nowhere to put them, and finally they were on his knees, like a child being reprimanded.

"Actually...... Are you worried about Higg?" asked Lorenzo tentatively.

This was not an accidental conversation, and Madame van Loude must have thought about the matter of pension for a long time, but she had made a decision because of the arrival of the rainy season.

It's an annoying rainy season, where the irritable rain washes over the world and traps everyone at home.

After a brief look back at the past, Lorenzo was surprised to find that this old lady was very good, in addition to her short temper, like a grumpy nanny, and sometimes because of her legendary life experience, she gave you some surprises.

Madame van Loude nodded wistfully.

"Higg is not like you, you can survive no matter what, and you won't go down the wrong path. ”

Lorenzo was overjoyed, he didn't expect to be so bright in the eyes of Madame vanrude. 、

"Are you being proud? I mean...... You're probably a good guy...... Probably. Her voice seemed hesitant, such a thing as good and evil is not absolute, "At least, you have a strong enough mind not to be affected by others." ”

Madame vanrude looked at Lorenzo's smug face and said slowly.

"Although you kill people and set fires, at least you never bring anything troublesome home, and you are willing to help me wash the dishes. ”

Lorenzo didn't know what to say, and he suddenly realized how simple it was to please the old lady in front of him.

"But Higg is different, he's a very complicated kid, he came here a lot before you, and he wasn't at this table high at the time. ”

Madame vanloude voiced her fears.

"My husband and I had no children, and after he died, I was left alone in this house, which was actually quite boring, and then I met young Higg on the street, who was looking for a job, whatever it was, as long as food and accommodation were provided. ”

"Child labor is against the law!" exclaimed Lorenzo.

"I know," said Madame van Loude, with a blank look, "but there will still be people who will take him in, the black-hearted factories, the gangs, or even worse......

Old Dunling is a complex city, with the most advanced technology and the most backward areas, it can make magnificent and beautiful crowns, but the sky is gray and never sees the light of day.

"So you let him in?"

"Just keep a little animal and make this empty house more angry, and he doesn't eat much anyway. ”

"Then why not get a dog?"

"It's a pity that I didn't pick up the dog at that time. ”

Lorenzo was silent, he somewhat understood Madame Vanlude, when she lost her beloved husband, almost everything, and it is difficult for humans to bear grief, so everyone learned to forget, to devote their bodies and minds to another thing, just as Lorenzo devoted himself to slaying demons after the night of Arrival.

Maybe she pinned all of that on Higg at the time...... He's a lucky guy.

"I'm worried, I don't know what is going to happen to Higg, you know, he started using hallucinogens before...... He likes to keep everything in his heart and doesn't tell anyone else, and I'm afraid he'll become something else, something that no one wants to see. ”

Madame van Loude continued.

"I've thought about letting Higg go with me to the country, but I'm already dying of old age, but Higg is still young, and the city of Old Dunling is very suitable for a young man like him, how can I take him away from here because of myself, it's too selfish. ”

The vicious old lady was gone, but an old fellow of a mother-in-law, and Lorenzo suddenly realized that this might be the first time he had spoken so seriously with Madame vanroude, and looking back on the old days, although they seemed close, they both held a certain distance.

"Do you think of Higg as your own child?" asked Lorenzo.

"I watched him grow up, even if he wasn't related by blood...... You've had a small animal for more than ten years, and you have emotions, don't you?" said Madame van Loude, not forgetting to taunt Lorenzo.

Lorenzo was a little curious, "And what am I?"

"You?" said Madame van Loude glanced at him disdainfully.

"Stepson?" Lorenzo guessed.

"The troublesome guy who came to the door by himself couldn't get rid of it. ”

"It's so sad to say that!"

"When did you become so vulnerable?"

The two of them were arguing, as usual, but fortunately the expired arms had been removed, otherwise the old lady might have been ready to draw her gun now.

Lorenzo suddenly felt a trance, and his happiness was contrasted to a certain extent, and he felt a strange fluke as he nestled up on the comfortable sofa and watched the heavy rain outside.

Sometimes my life is really full of separation, not long ago I had a deep hatred, ready to fight to the death with the Protestant Order, but now I stay in the warm home, and discuss the second half of my life with the old lady, this gap is actually quite large, and even the anger of Lorenzo before entering the door has stirred up a lot.

"Everyone's lives don't absolutely overlap, and one day you're going to move out of this house, and so is Higg, and so am I. ”

Madame van Loude sighed, but at that moment there was a sound outside the door, and the sound of horses' hooves was rapid, and then she came to a steady halt at the door.

Someone's coming.

"But you're a little bit useful, Lorenzo, that's a good boy, but you're not a good thing. ”

Madame vanloude said something Lorenzo did not understand, and then went to the kitchen to put something fragrant in her bag, and took off her coat from the hanger, as if to go out, and the one who came came to fetch her.

Lorenzo thought about who that was.

"So you've always wanted a daughter?"

Madame van Loude shook her head, "I still have some ethics, and Seleuc's age is at most my granddaughter. ”

She left, and Lorenzo was left in the whole 121A Cork Street, and Higg didn't know where he went, and the small house was empty.

Lorenzo sat in the living room for a moment, then hurried back to his room.

When the chatter was over, he pulled the box out hard from under the bed.

Opening it, it contained a number of weapons and ammo, as well as several Silver Folding Knives from the Purifier Mechanism, as well as spare blades.

With the fight with Lawrence, the holy silver weapons that Lorenzo carried were basically destroyed, and this thing can fight against demons, and even more so against witchers.

With the current situation, Lorenzo had a good chance of going to war with the Protestant Order, and he had to be prepared for anything.

Shotguns aside, arrow-shaped bullets, dragon's breath bullets, and one-headed bullets...... Different bullet ammunition was also neatly lined up, and there was a sealed container with a metal-like liquid flowing from it.

It was mercury, which Lorenzo had come to when he was at the Perpetual Pump.

The Purifier has developed a number of interesting weapons in the fight against demons, and in their terms, demons are a powerful creature of flesh and blood, and although it is terrifying, it is still limited to the existing biology to a certain extent.

For example, poisoning, of course, this kind of thing can't poison the demon, but it can still limit the power of the demon to a certain extent in battle, and there is an electric current to paralyze the strong muscles...... It can be said that based on the human understanding of the world, the weapons of the purification mechanism against demons have been developed in a variety of ways.

These things can restrain demons, let alone witchers.

And then there's another thing.

In the deepest part of the box, there were several bottles and jars that were also sealed, but instead of a silvery white metallic liquid like mercury, they were pure black.

Lorenzo picked it up and stared at the pitch-black liquid.

A few years ago, the purification agency discovered this flammable and explosive liquid in the north, and after secretly developing it for several years, it came up with the current product, refined from a large amount of black crude oil, and finally obtained this liquid that seems to be able to swallow all light, and its official name is lacquer antimony.

This is a new energy source with huge energy, as long as there is a little bit of it, it can burst out several times its mass of crude oil, and the heat can burst out.

The process of making it is classified, and Merlin is the only one in the know, but Lorenzo is sure that this thing is not based on modern technology, it is the product of alchemy, but unlike previous alchemy, it is mass-produced.

Because he could smell it, Lorenzo could sense ominous from the pitch-black liquid, and what could make Lorenzo feel ominous was basically not a good thing.

When fighting against the fully armed sword dancer, it used this energy, and only with this energy could the reserve space be reduced, otherwise the size of the original sin armor would be even more bloated at that time.

Under Lorenzo's questioning, Merlin gave Lorenzo an explanation and gave Lorenzo these samples.

At that time, Lorenzo was still a little skeptical, this was an energy source that had the ability to change the world pattern, how could Merlin give it to him so easily, but in the later conversation with the Protestant Order, Lorenzo understood Merlin's intentions.

Merlin's opinion of Lorenzo changed after realizing that Lorenzo was able to infiltrate the Sanctuary of Stasis as a black angel and enter that eerie ghost state.

Lorenzo may be able to find more knowledge of forgetting taboos, which is an irresistible temptation for Merlin, an alchemist, and if there is anyone in the purification mechanism who wants Lorenzo to die the most, it must be Merlin, which is why he gave Lorenzo these lacquered antimony.

The old fox had long known the purpose of the Protestant Order, and he knew that Lorenzo might fight against the Protestant Order, and at that time, no one knew what the situation would become, and the Purifier might also become his enemy, and this ghost thing was saved by him.

Although there are not many, these cans of paint antimony, if ignited, are fully capable of blowing up half a block, but it would be too wasteful to use them like that.

I have to admit that although Lawrence is a bastard, he is indeed a good imam, and he taught Lorenzo the art that made Lorenzo kill him.

With the Protestant Order, Lorenzo didn't know what kind of training the witchers had received, but it was always worth being careful.

He carefully put aside the raw materials of these weapons, and prepared to modify them, with the fragile material of the shotgun, it was okay to carry mercury weapons, and if he carried lacquer antimony, I was afraid that as soon as Lorenzo fired, this thing would explode, and then die with him.

Lorenzo had to think about what to do with this troublesome guy.

The great Mr. Holmes didn't fall, he just lay down and rested, thinking about how to fight back more forcefully.

Push all the books to the ground, barely make a little space, and then carefully place these things that might blow up the house in the next second.

In the midst of his busyness, he swept his eyes to something, and it was a necklace with a slightly larger emblem on it.

Lorenzo reached out and picked up the thing.

It was a spiral-crossed blade, forged into a delicate round shield. This is the coat of arms of the Stuart family.

This is Arthur's gift to him after God's birthday, it seems to be a small gift from Seleuc, anyway, Arthur didn't say anything at the time, just handed over the things to himself, the old guy was very irritable with himself, Lorenzo even thought, if the purifier wants to hunt him down one day, Arthur's old guy must be happy and his eyebrows are dancing.

Lorenzo played with it casually in his hand, then lowered his head and put it on, after all, it was a gift from a little girl, and it was still necessary to pay attention to it.

Then, as if remembering something, Lorenzo walked over to the bed and drew the curtains to block out the view from the outside world.

Although the water vapor is hazy now, there is no guarantee that the guy with good eyes is peeking at him.

Lorenzo also knew what Beroe meant, he knew very well that the purifiers could not perfectly monitor Lorenzo, and that sooner or later they would be discovered by the keen detectives, and that it would be better to explain in advance than to have a fight at that time, so that Lorenzo would not be killed when he struck.

"So what the hell is going on with all this?"

Lorenzo picked up a piece of wooden wreckage, the wreck of Winchester, the surface of which was burned gray and black, and the uneven notches on it could be felt when touched lightly.

That little poem that was constantly being sung by 047, that guy left himself with one of the few things.

After a short period of nostalgia, Lorenzo put away the half of the wreckage and put it aside, as a weapon, such an ending was not bad for it, it was not covered with dust, nor was it eliminated due to poor performance, but as a weapon, fighting to the end of its life.

Lorenzo sorted out the weapons and placed them in a corner, this time not hiding them under the bed, but simply covering them with a blanket, not far from his bed, so that he could catch them as soon as he rolled around.

After gathering his emotions, Lorenzo lay back on the bed and looked at the ceiling covered with posters, because it had never been cleaned up, so the paper had been stacked in a thick layer over the years.

Some sticky notes were also attached to them so that Lorenzo would know what to do when he woke up, and he examined them carefully and found a few things that had not yet been resolved.

As for the door to the Memory Palace, except for the one that was pushed open, the rest of the doors were tightly closed, and Lorenzo didn't know how to open them, and the Protestant Order had not yet moved, but was in a stalemate with the purification mechanism.

The situation is in a dangerous balance, and there may be a big war in the next second, but until then, everyone is trying to restrain themselves.

Lorenzo pondered, closing his eyes, he felt himself falling, falling into a ......night from Advent Even before the night of Adringe, in the vortex that had begun to slowly spin many years ago, countless large hands were playing back and forth behind the scenes, and no one knew their purpose.