Ember Gun

  Chapter 242 Counterattack

   "It feels good to meet you! Mr. Holmes!"

   Seeing Lorenzo walking into the tavern, Hercules behind the bar cheered happily.

  Because of the location of the tavern, generally speaking, there are not many guests here during the day. Lorenzo swept around, only a few guests were around, and he looked drunk.

   "It's rare. Someone would be happy to see me."

Lorenzo simply sighed the cheers of Hercules. He was a trouble to move. A walking **** of death would always bring disasters to the people around him, but he did not expect that he would have a popular day. This guy is not a normal person either.

   "To be precise, I am happy for the secret in your head."

  Herkery said without any illusions for Lorenzo.

  Although he had known each other for a short time, Lorenzo felt that he was accustomed to this behavior of Hercules. He sat aside and said to him.

   "Just start here?"

  They want to communicate with those unknown secrets. Lorenzo always feels that talking about things like this should be nestled in a dark corner instead of sitting here openly.

   "Of course, this is a good place, would you like something to drink?"

  Herkeley obviously didn't care so much, so he said directly.

  Lorenzo glanced at the bottles and cans behind him. The liquid inside was floating with a strange color.

  "Have you studied wine pairing seriously?"

   "Probably... just mix it with it, and drink something undead." Hercule said seriously.

   "Actually, I quite like this process."

  Herkery skillfully opened the cap of the bottle and mixed the liquids of various colors together, and at the same time he said with some regret.

  "You should know my search for these secrets, but in order to prevent myself from being suddenly exposed to those people, I have done a lot of effort."

  "But in this aimless pursuit, I also found a lot of interesting things."

  Lorenzo used a spoon to stir in the cup to pass the time.

"for example?"

   "Like alchemy," Hercule said, "In fact, this thing is very popular, and it even says...close to reality."

  Lorenzo stopped the meaningless agitation, his eyes lifted slightly.

"Some **** sticks always like to use it to deceive people, just like a gimmick, so there are very few real alchemy. In my long search, I have found many such ones. Some are fake, but there are always so few real ones. Yes," Hercule said.

   "I am not an alchemist, and I don't know much about those secrets, but in the analogy of these existing cases, I found a lot of interesting places."

Hercule pushed the glass over as he spoke. It was a light blue, and it looked like it could be drunk, but as he dripped an unknown liquid, the light blue ocean boiled and rolled quickly. It was stained blood red within seconds.

   "A lot of basic alchemy is related to chemical physics and so on." Hercule said.

"Sounds interesting."

  Lorenzo is not an alchemist, nor does he understand alchemy. He is a demon hunter, responsible for killing enemies with weapons created by alchemy. Everything is as simple as that.

  Herkery shook his head helplessly, “This thing should bring innovation, but I don’t know why it will gradually lose out and eventually become a street trick.”

  "Because this is human inferiority," Lorenzo took a sip of this strange wine, which tasted like ordinary beer, there was no big difference, and he didn't know what all the bells and whistles were doing before.

"The ultimate goal of an alchemist is to pursue the truth, but for them, the truth is limited. If one person gets it, the other person will lose it. This is the curse of knowledge. It curses these greedy scholars and gains. The more they do, the more they magnify their inner weakness."

  Herculi stopped what he had, and listened carefully to Lorenzo's speech. These secrets are hard to collect.

"Therefore, alchemists are in a competitive relationship, or even hostile. They will not easily share their knowledge, lest others get the truth before him. This is a sick system, and the final outcome is also with those Knowledge enters the grave."

   "Is this the reason for the severance?"

   "To a certain extent," Lorenzo said.

   "You know a lot, Mr. Holmes." Hercule seemed happier when he heard this.

  To some extent, Hercules is very similar to those alchemists, who are frantically pursuing knowledge, but compared with those who have died out, Hercules is much more normal.

He looked at Lorenzo with fiery eyes, which obviously could not hide from Lorenzo's detection. Lorenzo always felt that if given the opportunity, Hercules would be willing to pry open his head to see if there is something inside. What an unsolved mystery.

  "Let's put these aside, I need some information, of course, there is a price." Lorenzo put down the wine glass, and after leaving the Stuart mansion, he was thinking about the next action.

  The forces of all parties are mixed in the old spirit. Their purpose is not clear, but Lorenzo knows very well that they are just waiting for an opportunity to detonate everything.

  But before the detonation, the calm of the stagnant water made Lorenzo unable to start. He wanted to do something, but couldn't find the clue until Oscar appeared.

  Lorenzo couldn’t think that he was still related to the North Dero. In his previous impression, Oscar had always been an interesting but unpopular writer, but he was more concerned about the exiles than these.

  The Cardinal Shermans.

Lorenzo will end this case perfectly, because he also needs Shermans. As the cardinal, he used to have a high authority. He must know a lot about the secrets of the Gospel Church, perhaps from his mouth. Find information related to the eradication of demons.

   "Then what do you want to know?"

  Speaking of trading, Hercules also got serious.

   "The exile, the exile from Fei Lengcui, his name is Shermans, he is the cardinal of the Evangelical Church, and he is currently wanted by the new pope."

  Herkeley's eyes narrowed, as if he was thinking about everything related to this piece of information.

  He was silent for a few seconds, then smiled and asked Lorenzo.

   "Then what can you give me."

   "Just ask." Lorenzo replied directly.

   "Should I first?"

  Lorenzo nodded.

  I'm welcome to hear these. He briefly thought about it and thought about a lot of complicated questions, but the summary was not as concise and clear as a sentence.

"Who are you?"

   "Lorenzo Holmes, a detective, part-time demon hunter... I was originally retired." Lorenzo said.

"from where?"

   "The Holy Gospel Papal State, the Demon Hunting Order managed by the Gospel Church, that Shermans can also be counted as my former boss."

"what are you up to?"

   "Kill demons, kill as many as you want."

  Lorenzo replied blankly.

   A few short sentences, but the information revealed in these words is enough for Hercule to think too much. They will become bricks and stones to fill in the illogical places in the deduction he conceived.

  After a period of silence again, Hercule said slowly.

   "Let me think about your problem."

  "Aren't you continuing to ask?" Lorenzo thought he would ask more questions, but Hercules suddenly stopped like this.

  "You need me, so you will always tell me the secrets. There is no need to be so impatient." Hercule replied confidently.

Hercules can guess Lorenzo's generality. There is an equally mysterious organization behind him, but from the perspective of Lorenzo not connecting himself with them, Lorenzo and that organization are not absolutely united. Yes, he needs himself, indispensable.

   "As for that Shermans..."

  The magnificent hall unfolded in front of Hercule's eyes. It rose from the ground and built layer by layer until it pierced into the sky. With the light chanting, the heavy door opened suddenly.

  Countless pictures flashed before his eyes as the door opened, hundreds of people whispered in his ears, different languages, different accents, and different contents to piece together an unknown story.

Lorenzo waited patiently. Hercule was very interesting. As he said, after the shipwreck, he gained power that ordinary people would not dare to imagine. Then a huge amount of information flooded in his thoughts. If he is a machine, at this moment the machine is already running at high speed, and hot air waves overflow from the cracks in the steel, carrying the thunderous sound.

   "I think... I have a clue."

Hercule finished thinking. He built a magnificent temple in his mind. If thinking can be visualized, then Lorenzo can see Hercule carrying a ladder, searching back and forth on the towering bookshelf. Related information.

  His expression was a little weird, but before saying all this, he reminded Lorenzo again.

  "My intelligence is not accurate. After all, all this is just my interpretation. To prove its authenticity, you need to see it with your own eyes."

  Lorenzo didn't care about it when he stressed that.

   "I know, I just need a starting point, let me know where to start."

  Lorenzo certainly understands the limitations of all of Hercules, but within these limitations, there is still much that can be done.

  Here I want to rebuke Oscar again. The information he gave is pitiful, and the old Dunling is so big. Without Hercules, Lorenzo would obviously have to work a lot to find someone from here, even saying it’s impossible.

"Any questions?"

  Lorenzo noticed Hercule's strange expression, he asked.

  Herkery thought about it carefully, and after making sure that he had not guessed wrong, he asked.

  "Do you remember when we first met?"

   "Mouse's Nest?"

  Lorenzo remembered that, in order to chase the man, Lorenzo was hit by a carriage and flew several meters away.

"They are strangers. Although they cover up well, I can hear the difference in their accents," Hercule said. Otherwise they won't come to me."

  Lorenzo listened carefully and couldn't help but said.

  "Do you even analyze your customers?"

   "My dear customer almost killed me."

The premise that Hercules was friendly to Lorenzo at the beginning was that he saved himself there. Although he has a brain that surpasses ordinary people, Hercules is physically poor. It may be a sequelae of the shipwreck. With his fragile physique, falling from that height, he will undoubtedly die.

   "Those guys have problems, and even the questions they ask are very problematic." Hercule's words sounded confusing.

   "In fact, many people can deduce their identity and purpose from the questions they ask. Businessmen seek profit, politicians seek power...Of course, my business scope is not advanced to that level."

Although    is well-known in Xiacheng, under the deliberate control of Hercules, the bad mouse is nothing more than an unknown to Old Dunling.

  "What is their problem and what is the answer?" Lorenzo asked.

   "What happened in the north of Old Dunling, and I calculated that a secret military operation took place in the north not long ago."

  Herkeley admitted frankly, but then he saw Lorenzo's slightly changed look, and he couldn't believe it.

   "This...you won't be involved."

  Lorenzo did not answer these, but stood up directly, and continued.

   "I think I know, I'll talk about it later, if necessary, this is my address."

  Lorenzo said as he took out his business card and placed it on the bar.

   "No...I haven't said the speculation yet!" Hercule didn't know what Lorenzo was thinking about.

   "I have already figured it out, Hercule, I am actually quite smart, but I am more willing to use violence to solve problems in many cases."

  Lorenzo was leaving when he said. He does have a wise brain, but Lorenzo still likes to speak with a sword instead of trying to calculate something. This thing can be much faster than the former.

  Everyone is driven by purpose, even in fleeing. If Shermans really wants to avoid the new pope, he should go to farther and more remote places instead of the powerful city of Old Dunling. He must have come for something.

In just a few words, Lorenzo has already deduced the unknown secret, but this time it is not enough to rely on him alone.

  Although Lorenzo became vigilant about the elimination of the organs due to the arrival of the mission, Lorenzo still could not tolerate separation from him in this incident.

   "I should have thought of it."

  Lorenzo whispered as he walked.

It’s impossible for the high-ranking Shermans to be unaware of its existence. The precious thing named "Apocalypse", as long as they get it, even the new pope is no longer threatening, as long as they want to, they do whatever they want. A new church can be re-established.

  This is the purpose of the exiles. They came to Old Dunling not to escape, but to counterattack.

  (End of this chapter)