In the mirror, the twisted tree was reflected, and the pitch-black lines were extremely deep, as if there was no flesh and blood underneath, but an untouchable abyss.

Lorenzo put on his pajamas after checking them to make sure there were no anomalies, the feeling of his long-lost high-intensity activation of the secret blood since Operation Endtown made him strange and frightened.

That's why he does it every day.

The weird tattoo on the back is the alchemy technique of the Demon Hunter Order, this almost lost skill is more mysterious than the so-called demons, after all, the demon vitality is so strong, there will always be a few survivors, and the alchemists have been left with the impact of modern steam technology, perhaps the last alchemist in the world has died of illness on the streets, and the tattoo on Lorenzo's body will become the swan song of this skill.

This is the alchemy matrix that is tattooed on the witcher, and there are many effects, the simplest way to understand it is that the secret blood is the power source, and the alchemy matrix engraved on the witcher's body feels that this power source is going to do.

According to the angels, this branch of power is listed by different names, such as Eddard's Michael branch, the alchemy matrix gives him the power to incinerate everything, his pure flame will be hotter than the average witcher, and even the body will be briefly flamed, dancing like the elements.

Within the Demon Hunter Order, according to the different branches of the Demon Hunter's ability, the Demon Hunters also have different directions of responsibility, and the Demon Hunters of the Michael branch are responsible for burning and purifying, as long as they catch the demons, they can be burned at the stake anytime and anywhere.

Lorenzo's branch is one of the more solemn Medanzo branches, because the power is to multiply secret blood and generate extremely strong metal armor, and the Medanzo branch of the witchers are responsible for guarding the Pope, wearing strong armor to guard the shadows of the Basilica of Santa Nalo.

If the popes of the ages are the ones closest to the gods, then the witchers of the Medanzo branch are the ones closest to the pope, the agents of the gods, the ones closest to the throne.

But in essence, Lorenzo was a little different from all of this, he experienced everything strange after Coming, like something in his mind, and he didn't know that he was moving in that direction.

Lying on the bed, the ceiling is covered with posters from Lorenzo, from bars to regular balls, and even to luxury shops and restaurants.

People always have to have some motivation to live, so Lorenzo would look at the ceiling for a while every day before going to bed, look at those posters, think about what to eat when he wakes up tomorrow, what to do, or what to play, so that he has a little anticipation for the next day.

Closing his eyes, the witcher fell into a deep sleep.

The witcher slept, and the other door at 121a Cork Street slowly opened, and the man walked out of the door with a tired body, looking very haggard, and his hair was disheveled and looked like he hadn't cleaned up for a long time.

Higg glanced at Lorenzo's door, and although he wanted to say hello to his roommate he hadn't seen in a long time, it seemed that the two of them had perfectly staggered their schedules.

It was nearly midnight, and Higg, who had just woken up, felt very hungry and didn't know if there were any restaurants open on the street, so maybe he could try his luck in the kitchen on the first floor.

Higg is a mechanic, born in an unknown place, although from a humble background but Higg is very smart, with his outstanding wisdom he successfully admitted to the old Dunling mechanical school, although it is much worse than those prestigious universities, but it is also a ticket for Higg to go to the upper class.

Then everything went like normal, and Higg graduated from work-study and now works as a mechanic in a factory.

There are no particularly wonderful experiences, and there is nothing to look back on, Higg is a very standard ordinary person.

Higg tried not to attract the attention of Lady Fanlu, although he had lived for so long, he had never found out the time of Lady Fanlu's routine, and it seemed that the old lady was awake at any time, and she might suddenly appear somewhere to startle you.

Rummaging through the refrigerator, Higg found some sausages, although not very delicious, but enough to fill his stomach, picked up the plate and sat on the chair, it was late at night when no one was around, Higg actually experienced a sense of life.

Life at the factory was not easy, the air was hot, the smell of engine oil in his nose, the rumbling noise, and the need to wear earplugs to sleep there, and even then he had a hard time falling asleep and was in a very poor mental state.

Enjoying this short time, but suddenly a dinner plate was handed over, and Mrs. Fanlu looked at him fiercely, and then said.

"Eat this, that thing is too cold. ”

Higg was a little surprised, and a little panicked, like stealing something and being discovered by his family.

"I ...... I thought you were sleeping. ”

"Seniors don't need to sleep too long. ”

Madame Fanlu said and pulled a chair, sat down at the table and ate with Higg, the atmosphere was a little delicate, and the two of them ate dryly until Madame Fanlu suddenly spoke.

"You probably haven't been back for half a month. ”

Higg nodded.

"There is a new production line in the factory, and there are many problems with the new machine. ”

The dim light reflected on the faces of the two of them, a bit like a family conversation, and Madame Fanlu asked again.

"How are you feeling, you shouldn't be touching hallucinogens or that kind of thing. ”

Sure enough, he still asked here, and Higg looked a little embarrassed, and paused for a long time before returning to the Tao.

"No, I'm not going to touch that kind of thing. ”

The old eyes were fixed on him like a judgment, and it took a while for Lady Van Lu to look away and fork half of the sausage.

"I hope you're telling the truth...... Higg you are different from Lorenzo, although that kid is a little neurotic and unreliable, but he actually knows exactly what he wants, so I never worry about him, and unlike you, you are easily disturbed, just like you used hallucinogens before, if I hadn't found out in advance, I really can't imagine what you would become. ”

Madame Vanlou uncharacteristically showed that she cared about her tenants, and if Lorenzo could see this, he would have thought that Madame Vanlou had been corrupted by demons.

Higg hung his head, it was a stain on him, and he couldn't deny that, although he was ostensibly a serious mechanic with a formal job, Higg had used hallucinogens at night for a long time before.

Hallucinogens have been raging in Old Dunling for a long time, and although they have gone underground under official suppression, they are still very harmful, with those living in the lower city being the best example.

"Also, you know Lorenzo's job, and you don't want to be despised, do you? ”

She asked faintly, and finally left a business card.

"Higg I hope you mind, it's also for your good, it's a mutual aid club run by my friend, I hope this will help you. ”

"Dreams are only a place of rest, but they are not a place of escape. ”

Lady Van Lou departed, and it took a long time for Higg to move from the stalemate, and rolled up his sleeves, on which there was a row of needle holes, and the emotion called shame gradually swallowed him.