"Medanzo ......"

"Please call me Mr. Lorenzo Holmes, Secretary Shermans. ”

Lorenzo carried Shermans and ran wildly in the hallway, fireworks and wailing outside the window, obviously panicked, but Lorenzo forced a serious appearance when he said this.

"It's not a good time to get back together, is it?"

Lorenzo gave Shermans a hellish grin. He'd have to find a way to get Shermans out of here.

"I miss it so much......"

Shermans said weakly, having just experienced such a horrific assassination, but now there was a smile on his blistered face.

"What are you missing?" asked Lorenzo.

"After many years, when I see acquaintances again, I always feel like I have gone back to the old days, isn't it? I prayed in the Cathedral of San Nallo, and you were by my side. ”

Until now he wanted to go back there, the Cathedral of San Nalo.

Too lazy to complain about this old guy's thinking circuit, obviously he almost died, but he was still talking about something that he didn't have, Lorenzo didn't pay attention to him anymore, he was under a lot of pressure now.

The letter was a conspiracy, not only for herself, but also for the witchers from the Protestant Order.

"It's the purifiers, they're the ones who reveal it all. Shermans said suddenly.

Lorenzo was stunned, he looked to the side, only to see the somewhat hideous face, and said very frankly.

"Of course, I'm not sure, the world is a mess far beyond what we realize. Shermans continued.

For some reason, after seeing Lorenzo, Shermans's body and mind suddenly relaxed, and he couldn't understand the feeling, in short, it was like...... It's like having an entrustment.

"You're so direct? I thought I needed to torture you before you said something. ”

Lorenzo couldn't accept this sudden change, the holy cardinal, the most loyal dog of the evangelical church, Lorenzo thought that he had to break a few teeth of Shermans before he could speak honestly, but he didn't expect to tell everything without waiting for himself to ask.

"Exile...... I was instructed by Migar to come into contact with the purification agency, they investigated you with me, and only they knew I was here, but now the witchers are coming, and they have come to kill me, or...... The purification agency has reached some kind of agreement with the evangelical church, and I am their best bargaining chip. ”

Instead of answering Lorenzo's question, Shermans explained the current situation, much to Lorenzo's displeasure.

"Are you dissenting?"

"I didn't know you belonged to the Purification Agency...... Just wanted to give you an idea of the situation. Shehlmans said he was thinking too fast at the moment.

Lorenzo led him into a room, closed the door deadly, and let Shermans hide in the corner with him, and before he could catch his breath, the folding knife was pressed against Shermans's neck, and Lorenzo looked fierce.

"What the hell do you want to do, old fellow?"

Shermans's words made Lorenzo a little unclear about his position, as if he was a secret agent that Lorenzo had planted into the Evangelical Church.

"It's just the best solution to the current conditions, the only way to leave here is the railway a few kilometers away, but the road from the manor to the railway is an open grass, you may be able to escape, but it is basically impossible to take me away, so I must die here. ”

"You have a chance to live. ”

"Captured by the new pope? ”

Death was so heavy, but it was so easy in his mouth at the moment.

"No matter who they really are or who they are driven by, their target must be me, I am dead, but you still have a chance to escape. ”

Lorenzo suddenly felt that his mind could not keep up with the old man in front of him, as if at some point he had thought about what was going to happen next.

"You weren't with them, so how did you know I was here, and what was your purpose in coming to me?"

Shermans looked at Lorenzo and laughed hoarsely, the blisters on his face cracking, and the yellowish liquid flowing over his rotten wood face like a dried corpse soaked in muddy water.

The old fellow had thought of everything, but when Lorenzo said something, he spoke slowly.

"But whatever your purpose is, I'll satisfy you, ask, kid, we're running out of time. ”

Shermans leaned back as he spoke, he was in a surprisingly good state of mind now, after appreciating the forbidden knowledge, he had no fear at the moment, although there were countless witchers here who wanted to kill him, but after seeing Lorenzo, everything seemed to settle down.

Lorenzo looked at Shermans with some bewilderment, and the scarred old man leaned against the wall, he took out his delicate flintlock pistol, took gunpowder and lead bullet from his pocket, and awkwardly loaded the barrel.

"Am I being too enthusiastic? Indeed, I haven't been like this since I fled from the Emerald...... Happy?" His voice hesitated, and he was a little unsure of how he was feeling at the moment.

Shermans looked at Lorenzo, his own obedience clearly unsettling Lorenzo.

"Don't worry, it's just a trade-off, I trust you more than those new popes' minions, 047...... Oh no, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes. ”

The knife plunged into the wall behind him, and Lorenzo leaned down, close to Shermans, staring into the cloudy eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"Literally, you are the witcher of the Old Order, the survivor of the Night of Advention, you are the same, at least partly the same, although we are in different positions, but I would rather die at your hands than be captured or killed by the new Pope, you cut down demons, guard the sacred, although we are not on the same side, we are all fighting for the same god. ”

"I don't like this god. ”

"But at least your actions are real. ”

Shermans said, suddenly he didn't feel any fear of death, he even laughed, that miserable smile made Lorenzo a little confused, he didn't expect Shermans to think like this.

He knew he was going to die, but he didn't want to die because of the new pope.

"Besides, the Slaughter is not over yet, and you are a survivor of Arrival, though I don't know how you survived......"

Shermans didn't know the specifics of Advent night, he continued.

"The new pope won't let you go either. ”

"So you're going to help me, and all your questions will be answered, just because the more you help, the more troublesome I'll be with the new pope, right?"

Lorenzo could never have imagined that this was the starting point of Shermans, who was like a dead man at the moment, and all his actions and thoughts were based on his own imminent death.

"Of course, kid. ”

It was Shermans' conspiracy, his purpose, as a feeble old man, his only rebellion against the heresy.

He grabbed the note in his arms, and as he spoke with Lorenzo, his gaze wandering back and forth in the shadows of the room.

Shermans was dead, he touched the unknown border, and the unknown border touched him, and the ghostly being was watching him.

"You ......"

Lorenzo hadn't experienced this before, it was like a bad drama where everyone was speeding up the plot in order to rush to death.

But before he could say anything, the sharp nail sword tore open the door, and the witchers broke in.

"Run, old thing!" shouted Lorenzo.

They couldn't get tangled up with the witchers, and once the reinforcements arrived, not even Lorenzo could parry.

Shermans was also very obedient, and now he was helping Lorenzo against the new pope, and he struggled to get up and fled towards the corridor behind Lorenzo.

Lorenzo confronted the witchers directly, and there were only two of them, who seemed to be attracted by the blazing fire.

...... between the new and old orders

Lorenzo laughed unexpectedly at this moment, although he had always been angry with the Evangelical Church, but he still missed the time he spent there, the time he fought with the other witchers, although the witchers were not destined to be remembered, Lorenzo always felt that he was honored.

He was like that then, and everyone else, who did not only for the ridiculous God, but also for the human world, the world of reason, who were in deep darkness but glorious in their glory.

And what about you, and are you successors really worthy of the name of witchers?