Ember Gun

  Chapter 247 Golden Age

This is a secret conversation. Outside the soundproofed room are guarded soldiers. Under the secret implementation of the cleaning agency, this action did not attract anyone's attention. This will be a win-win situation. In addition to organs, the unknown information can also be confirmed, and the Duke of Salicardo can also formally contact this dark world.

  People are chasing danger, and are willing to put themselves in danger for the feeling that makes the heart beat violently.

   "In other words, all of this is true, and the evangelical church has not lied to us, right?"

  Galahad's mood fluctuated slightly, and the worst guess was confirmed, even he was a little confused.

  I originally thought this was a conspiracy of the Gospel Church, but I never thought it was a real reality.

  Shermans nodded. Although it is not clear what the man in the photo has to do with all of this, he still said seriously.

   "Although I am very old, my memory hasn't faded yet. I remember him. They usually guard the Saint Nalo Cathedral, and sometimes they guard us cardinals. I am very impressed with him."

   "Is that so?"

  Galahad kept Shermans’ answer in mind. Although he had experienced so much, but suddenly looking back, he realized that this was a huge trap from the beginning.

  "I will report these to Arthur in secret. Next... come down..."

  I don't know the truth is terrible. As one of the knowing, Galahad felt a huge sense of crisis, which was far more terrifying than Master Lawrence.

"How are you?"

  Shermans looked at Galahad who was slightly in pain and asked.

"I'm okay."

  Although he wanted to express it this way, due to the strange feeling, Galahad’s voice was a bit loud, like an angry shout.

  Galahad calmed down as much as possible, and after a long pause, he said slowly.

   "I'm sorry, I lost my temper."

   "It's okay, I'm used to it. In the Place of Seven Hills, there are many demon hunters like you."

   "The Demon Hunter?"

  Galahad felt a little surprised, "I am not a demon hunter."

   "Of course I know, I mean, many demon hunters are in the same condition as you."

   Shermans recalled.

   "Forbidden blood is flowing in the witchers. Even if they are bound by the silver-binding bolt, there are still many witchers heading for destruction."

  He looked at Galahad with some pity, this scrawny man, in his eyes, was just like those demon hunters who used to be.

   "The demon hunters did not die well. Their will gradually ages, but the boiling secret blood becomes more and more heated. They are tortured by the uncontrollable secret blood. If they continue to let them go, only terrible demons will be born."

  "How did you deal with it."

  Galahad asked curiously.

  This is a blind spot that the decontamination agency has not come into contact with. Since the development of the gospel church, there should have been countless demon hunters, but no one knows their ending.

  "I only know a general idea. Although I am the cardinal, you can also tell that I don’t have much power. Compared to Miguel, I’m just making up the number. It’s okay to enforce voting rights."

   Shermans continued.

"I don’t manage the affairs of the Demon Hunter Order, but I also know a lot about it initially. In fact, as the Demon Hunters grow older, their fusion with the secret blood deepens, but when they get older, Or like you..." Shermans glanced at Galahad, he could recognize the injury, and the man in front of him almost died in erosion.

   "The demon hunters survived, but the residual erosion will still drag them into the abyss little by little. When the tired will no longer controls the secret blood, they will be destroyed."

  "How to destroy?"

  Galahad asked, something like a demon hunter can't be killed by just talking.

  "It's very simple. After all, the premise of creating weapons is that we have the ability to destroy weapons..."

  Shermans' words stopped suddenly, and his wrinkled face looked at Galahad with a smile. After a brief period of doubt, Galahad understood what he meant.

"According to Arthur, when you confirm for us..." He couldn't help but glanced at the black and white photo on the desktop, resisting the fear in his heart, and continued, "When he confirmed his identity, we were considered to have reached Cooperation."

   "Oh! It sounds great, but I don’t understand. Is his identity so important? I originally thought that my most valuable information was the hiding place of the treasures of the Templar Knights."

It may be due to cultural differences, or it may be that Shermans is getting old, and sometimes he does not understand what these people want. He always regards those treasures as the last card. After all, this is accumulated by the Knights of the Templar for hundreds of years. Of wealth.

  "You don't need to know these, please continue."

  Galahad interrupted him directly, not allowing him to continue questioning.

   "The method of destruction is actually very simple." Shermans recalled the dirty knowledge. In fact, after he became the cardinal, he rarely remembered it, and now he thinks it is blurred a lot.

   "The demon hunter is a human after all. There are human parts in his body and even in his soul. Just limit those parts."

  The long-lasting memories flashed back in front of his eyes, like a galloping horse, crashing into that old thought, Shermans suddenly remembered those, and whispered the fatal words softly.

   "We call that kind of thing Cantrera."

  The memory became clear, and Shermans repeatedly emphasized it.

   "Yes, it's the name, Cantrera."

"what is that?"

  Galahad asked about this strange vocabulary in his heart.

  "The poison against the demon hunter was made by a cardinal. He was a terrifying man comparable to the Medici Cardinal. It's a pity that his ending was much worse than that of the Medici Cardinal."

  With this vocabulary and the memory of that era, Shermans couldn't help but sigh.

"His name is Caesar Borgia, the notorious Duke of Poison. He first used this poison to kill all his political enemies and looted the land and the city with his pope father. But tyranny could not maintain a long-term rule. For the poison, and finally the poison."

  Shermans recalled the short-lived glory, which happened before the golden age.

"They were poisoned and killed, ending the rule, and then Cardinal Medici stepped onto the stage. He took over Fei Lengcui's rule, but at that time the poison was retained and people noticed. Its particularity, after being processed by the alchemist, it has become a poison to subdue the demon hunter."

  He looked at Galahad with a mistake on his face and smiled slightly.

   "That's it. In fact, the weapon against the monster is also the weapon against the demon hunter, whether it is Holy Silver or Cantrera."

   "Did you trust the Demon Hunter in the first place?"

   "That is a group of dangerous monsters, and the monsters need strong shackles."

  The kind Shermans also showed his cruelty at this moment, his face was calm, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

   "What's more, don't you also? Although I may be an incompetent cardinal, I have faced demons. I am too aware of the cost of facing such monsters."

Galahad was silent. If the poison named Cantrera is the end of the demon hunters, then the Black Mountain Hospital is their end. Although this news has not been made public, Galahad is very clear about that. The mysterious Lancelot was sent to the Black Mountain Hospital due to erosion, and he didn't know his life or death at all.

Strange thoughts surged, and Galahad remembered the replacement of this code name. When Galahad did not have the code name "Galahad", it belonged to someone else. The Galahad died, he himself He became his successor, and maybe one day a strange guy appeared in front of him, and he was named Lancelot.

  "This is the price. If you want to accomplish something, you have to pay something, right, good or bad."

Shermans still has that kind smile, but Galahad understands the exile a little bit better at this moment. He is the cardinal. In the gospel church, the few people who have real authority, what can they be? Such pain will make a person hate power, and only want to serve the gods until death.

"Well, Mr. Galahad, stop talking about these useless things. These are not things you and I can decide. We are just a gear on the machine. Let’s talk about "Revelation". I have already said it. Enough, it's up to you."

Galahad did not reply immediately, but was silent for a while. Although the information received was not much, each one was enough to shake the situation. Even he felt a little tired, looking at the calm Shermans. No one knows what's left in this old thing's mind.

  "About "Revelation"..."

   "Yes, I remember he was stolen by Master Lawrence. Are you tracking Lawrence's whereabouts?" Speaking of this, Shermans was obviously anxious.

   "You don't seem to know those..."

"what?"

   "Lawrence is dead, he is dead, we executed him in the north before the birthday of God, completely dead."

   "Lawrence is dead?"

  Shermans's calmness fluctuated for the first time, and the old cardinal also screamed like a child.

  But soon he realized his gaffe, swallowed, and suddenly his mood was much better.

   "That **** is dead..."

  To some extent, Lawrence can be regarded as the culprit of everything. If he had not defected on the night of Holy Prophet, everything would go in completely different directions.

  But Shermans' face changed very quickly, and he asked seriously.

  "Are you sure?"

"Can."

   "His body is completely destroyed before your eyes?" Shermans emphasized again.

Galahad was not there at the time, but the weird black angel is now being placed in the depths of the pump of perpetual motion. Those on-site reports will not deceive him. Lawrence is dead, even if there are some flesh and blood remains. Above the armor of original sin.

  He nodded again, affirming.

"I confirm."

  Shermans stared at Galahad firmly. After an unknown period of time, he took a long breath, as if he had relieved all the burden.

"Although he failed to kill the new pope, Lawrence is dead. That's not bad. It's great," Shermans said, shaking his head and smiling bitterly. "I kind of began to believe in something... good and good. Retribution is for evil."

   "Then what will you have?" Galahad asked.

  Shermans frowned slightly, and said helplessly, "It's definitely not a good ending anyway."

  "Then why would you...suspect that he will not die?"

  Galahad continued to ask. Judging from the question Shermans had just asked, he did not believe that Lawrence would die, or that he would simply die like this. This reaction was very strange and attracted Galahad’s attention.

   "Because he is a witcher, do you remember Cantrera?" Shermans said.

  "The position of the headmaster is not so good. In order to ensure that the demon hunter is under stable control, the demon hunter will not have any power."

   "But he became the cardinal...as a demon hunter." Galahad said.

   "Yes, this is the cause. In fact, Lawrence is older than me, but the secret blood prolongs his lifespan. I am dying of old age. He is still alive..."

  Shermans deliberately slowed down, with greed in his voice.

  "He was a demon hunter in the golden age. He was a fellow of the same era as Cardinal Medici. At that time, the entire Fei Lengcui was ruled by Cardinal Medici.

The Pope is just his puppet. His rule of all this is close to that of the tyrannical Poison Duke, even more prosperous than him. After all, the Medici Cardinal’s methods are much gentler, and everything under his rule Moving in a good direction, the golden age of prosperity has arrived. "

  His voice stopped, and then it sounded again.

  "The Cathedral of Saint Nalo, the Place of the Seven Hills, the Fei Leng Cui, and even the entire Holy Evangelical Papal Kingdom are all in his hands. Do you think he will not extend his tentacles to the Demon Hunting Order?"

   Galahad realized the connection between the two at this time.

   "Lawrence is from the Medici Cardinal?"

"Almost, you should know the status of the demon hunter. Give it praise, but not power. They can only firmly grasp the help of Cardinal Medici and become his puppet. This is also not what Lawrence does. The reason for his death was that the Medici Cardinal was a human being. He had no secret blood, and he did not have such a long time to train another patriarch.

So with the help of the Medici Cardinal, Lawrence became the Cardinal, and he was saved from death. Don’t think it’s impossible. At that time, the Medici Cardinal’s power reached its peak. He was even able to dismiss the Pope at will. He... He is simply the **** of the world. "

  Shermans had witnessed the end of the golden age. For that great man, he admired and admired the great man, but the enthusiastic expression suddenly weakened, and Shermans's face was decadent.

   "But he is not a **** after all, he is a man, and man will grow old."

  He sighed and seemed to tell the story of the Medici Cardinal, but it was more of his own dissatisfaction.

"Time is equal to everyone. Cardinal Medici suddenly gave up power, focused on faith, stayed away from all disputes, and became a devout believer. The golden age ended so quickly that no one had It reacted, except for Lawrence.

This was his only chance, and this demon hunter also seized this opportunity. He was different from mortals. At that time, he was still young and possessed strength. He relied on long accumulation and consolidation of the cardinal's identity. Because of his own position, he survived in the cracks until the night of Holy Prophet. "

  Shermans sorted out his emotions, he was sitting tightly, with a solemn expression.

   "Then back to the topic, the Medici Cardinal also died on the night of Holy Prophet. The cause of death is unknown."

  Galahad was startled. It seemed that he had never expected such a legendary character to end so peacefully, but then he was puzzled.

   "Does this have anything to do with our problem?"

   "Of course there is. It can be said that everyone who knew the Medici Cardinal died. Except for Lawrence, he witnessed the rise and fall of the Medici Cardinal. If anyone can really understand him, only Lawrence is."

  Shermans suddenly hesitated. It seemed that he didn't know whether he should say this, but after thinking about it, it would be meaningless to bring those secrets into the soil. It would be better to say them all.

   "In fact, this is our inference about the cause of the death of Cardinal Medici after the night of the Holy Prophet. He was secretly killed by Lawrence."

   "Vengeance?"

If it is revenge, all this is easy to understand. After tolerating for so long, Lawrence finally killed the man who once dominated him. This is revenge and betrayal accumulated for decades. All wishes were fulfilled that night. .

   "No, we guess, he is for the secret of Cardinal Medici..."

  Shermans suddenly laughed weirdly, with a bit of madness, as if possessed.

   "The thing that is truly worthy of death, the treasure of the Medici, his treasure..."

  "Everyone was cheated by him, how could that guy show weakness?

  Lorenzo's Medici is a great man who created a golden age. Do you think he will really willingly die like this in the torrent of time? "

  He was speaking faster and faster, as if he was chanting an abominable spell. With his whisper, something was about to move in the dark, trying to break out of the cage.

  "Lorenzo Medici spent his whole life for that beautiful golden age. How could he be willing to end this?

We guess that after the end of the golden age, Lorenzo Medici still ruled Fei Leng Cui, but he became the emperor in the shadows, he already has everything that mortals can get, gold, status, praise, Power... What else is worth his desire? "

  Galahad looked at the crazy old man, his mouth suddenly whispered uncontrollably, as if someone was answering this question through his body.

  "Immortal..."

  The cold chill covered Galahad's body, as if this untrue story finally came true, in a corner of this world, those cold eyes were still watching the world.

"Of course, it's just speculation. Guess, they are all dead, Lawrence is dead, Lorenzo Medici is also dead, everyone is dead, the dead can't speak, and the true or false of these can't be judged. "

  The voice was a bit brisk, completely different from the depression of the coldness just now, but Galahad didn't even listen to all this, he was just thinking.

  If... What if everything is true?

  He raised his head in horror, but opposite him, Shermans looked at him expressionlessly, losing all his anger like a sculpture, neither happy nor angry.

  The deep sunken eye sockets were pitch black, like a deadly abyss.

  (End of this chapter)