Ember Gun

  Chapter 296 Letter

  Lorenzo sits on the sofa where Mrs. Van Lud often sits. This position should be the so-called theme. Sitting here directly shows his status in the family.

   "So, what's the matter?"

  Lorenzo frowned, he didn't even have to think about it, there must be some **** of trouble coming, one after another, it was irritating.

  "Have you forgotten what we Northdrove entrusted to you? That Shermans." Oscar said.

  Looking at Seleu, and then at Oscar, Lorenzo still remembers this, that mysterious ideal organization, commissioned by the fugitives of the Evangelical Church.

  Lorenzo did not rush to answer Oscar's words, but looked to the side Seleu.

   "Did the Stuarts officially cooperate with Nordro?" Lorenzo asked.

"She hasn't decided yet. After all, this kind of thing is very important. As for the main reason I brought her here..." Oscar suddenly became serious and put away the smile on his face, "Although we are very good friends in private. , But after representing their respective positions, you can never have personal affair. Just like there are diplomats between countries, the Duke of Stuart is very suitable to be a bridge between us and you."

  Lorenzo looked at him suspiciously, staring at him sharply, Oscar's gaze was a little dodging, and then he said.

   "Of course this matter is also related to her, after all, the letter was sent to the Stuart mansion."

  Lorenzo was a little confused.

   "What letter?"

   Seleuc directly took out the black letter in his hand and handed it over.

Lorenzo's pupils shrunk slightly, just like when a beast is facing an enemy. He can clearly feel the weirdness of the letter, as if there is some hateful knowledge in it. Just looking at it can feel an indescribable heart palpitation. .

"It was sent to Stuart's mansion a few days ago," Seleu said, "I am now a duke, and I have many letters every day, and I can't open it. It was not discovered until Yawei checked last night. The letter was immediately notified to Oscar."

  Lorenzo took the black letter, it had already been opened, and Lorenzo did not open it in a hurry, but observed it carefully.

  A very ordinary letter, but it was full of weirdness that made Lorenzo wary.

   "In other words, you don't know when it was mailed?"

Seleu nodded, "The envelope is blank and there is no information. If it is not for the pure black color, there is that strange feeling..." Not only Lorenzo, Seleu also noticed, "This makes Yawei Some care, otherwise it may be thrown away as junk mail."

Lorenzo lowered his head and took out the contents. It was just a piece of paper with a line of short words written in red ink. As Lorenzo watched, the red writing seemed to be magical, as if slowly. The vortex that rolled up slowly swallowed Lorenzo's mind.

  His eyes darkened, and he slowly raised his head to look at Oscar.

  Oscar waved his hand helplessly as if he knew what he was asking.

  "This has nothing to do with us. I also got this letter from the Duke of Stuart."

   "Who sent the letter?"

   "I don't know, but there is a name on the signature."

  Lorenzo looked at the letter paper in his hand, and wrote a line of elegant handwriting in the corner.

   "Your old friend."

   looked up, an address and a name were written in the short handwriting.

   "Shermans..."

Lorenzo whispered this somewhat nostalgic name. Lorenzo remembered him. In the memory of the truth, Lorenzo was the guardian of the old man. Among the cardinals, he seemed to be the most pious. One, does not seek wealth, nor is he attached to power, but is obsessed with faith.

  "Is this the location of Shermans?"

  This piece of paper must have revealed this information, but Lorenzo couldn't help asking again.

  It’s very strange. At this time, an anonymous letter still has such a weird signature.

  "Your old friend..."

  Lorenzo muttered and raised his head, looking at Oscar and Seleuc.

   "This shouldn't be told to me, I don't have any old friends." Seleu flipped through the black envelope to see if there was any negligence.

  "But this letter was sent directly to you..."

Lorenzo also found the doubt. Seleu spent his childhood in Gallunalo. After coming to Old Dunling, he was completely under the protection of Stuart. It can be said that apart from Lorenzo, Seleu was handed over by Stuart. Friends are all screened through the family.

   "Oscar, where do you live?" Lorenzo asked suddenly.

  "I'm a writer who doesn't sell well. I live in the outer city just as humble as you."

Oscar looks like his talents are buried, but Lorenzo will not believe his nonsense. As a member of North Delro, Oscar's life is definitely not that bad, no, because he is a member of North Delro, this Writers who don’t sell well don’t starve to death.

"Well, no kidding, I may have many old friends outside of Inervig, but certainly not in Inervig, North Dro mainly faces the world outside of Inervig, As you know, our local influence is pitiful."

   "You deliberately weakened your presence in Inervig."

   "There is no way, a trade group that spans multiple countries will always scare those old men? The best way is not to appear in front of them." Oscar said.

  Lorenzo was silent, he stared at the blood-red handwriting, so he said this sentence to himself?

   "Then what are you going to do? To catch Shermans?" Lorenzo asked.

"This is natural. He is worth a lot of money in the Evangelical Church, and this is a trivial matter, mainly to open up the route to the Holy Evangelical Papal State." Oscar said, "Our North Deloitte's influence in Invergne Little poor, otherwise I won’t bother you."

   "But it's not that simple, right?" Lorenzo asked.

  He stared at Oscar closely, exuding a faint anger. Lorenzo had known him for a long time, but until now Lorenzo could not see the whole picture of Oscar.

   "Yes, we don't know who got this information, how did he get it, and what is the purpose."

  Oscar looked serious.

   "What's more, he didn't need to inform us, Fei Lengcui's mission is in the old Dunling, he can pass us directly."

   "This looks like a conspiracy." Lorenzo said.

  "Accurately speaking, it was a conspiracy. He put these in front of us. Knowing that something was wrong, he still couldn't help but act."

  Oscar hesitated, then said to Lorenzo.

   "This is not right. If you don't want to, you don't have to enforce this commission."

   "Is this a teacher-student relationship?" Lorenzo teased.

   "It's just feeling uneasy, Lorenzo, the delegation of Fei Lengcui, the exile of the church, and now an unknown guy has exposed this, clearly wanting us to enter the game."

Oscar went on to say, “I’m a writer, but I’m also a member of North Dro. When I went out to collect materials, I followed the fleet to many places and met many people... This thing made me feel uneasy, like Facing the nest of wild beasts, you can't see it, but you can smell the blood in the wind."

  Lorenzo was expressionless, but after a few seconds, the cold face suddenly eased, and he sighed with a bitter smile.

  "But when he presented all this before us, he had already succeeded...this is a letter to me."

  Lorenzo picked it up, brought the rough paper close to the tip of his nose, and sniffed it lightly.

  Suddenly Lorenzo took the shotgun and pressed it against Oscar's head, so quickly, it didn't give people any time to react.

   "I am a detective, although others think I am not very professional, but at least I think I am first-rate." Lorenzo said.

   "Oscar, how much do you know?

  First the **** teacher-student relationship, and then the encounter on the train...that’s not a chance encounter, right? And this mysterious North Delo, Oscar, in your opinion, I should be just a violent detective, but you have brought a job that is completely incompatible with this identity. "

The gray-blue eyes are full of vigilance. Lorenzo didn’t care about these before. Each has his own secrets. He is not Herculi, and he doesn’t have that kind of paranoia about secrets. But with the pressure of the Protestant Group and his own The mystery, Lorenzo had to be absolutely vigilant to everyone.

   "Shermans...It's not a coincidence, right?"

  Oscar didn’t seem to have expected Lorenzo to change so quickly. He had long been suspicious of himself, but his disguise was very good, and he didn’t show it until now.

   "Well, I have to admit that I know a lot."

   "Then this time?"

   "It's the truth, we need Shermans to communicate with the Evangelical Church."

"anything else?"

  Oscar was silent, Lorenzo was not polite to him, and the shotgun was pressed firmly against his forehead, leaving a light red mark.

   "I will shoot."

"You will not."

   "For the sake of teachers and students? Oscar, in that case, you should know that I am not a student. I just went over to the class without a problem. At most I would steal the teacher and learn art, and you are not a formal teacher."

  Lorenzo turned his face and refused to recognize people, which made Oscar's emotion card just prepared, and failed before it was played.

  "How can it be possible, the teacher-student relationship can't restrain you, but it's always bad to wake others up."

  The situation fell into silence. Seleu seemed to be used to this situation. She sat aside like a okay person. After a long time, Lorenzo slowly put down her gun.

   "You are right, the blood splashed all over the floor, and Mrs. Van Lud would kill me."

This is a strange reason, but it is this reason that made Lorenzo put down his gun. He never took the trouble home, nor would he allow the iron and blood to happen here. This is an ordinary house, where ordinary people live. People, these things have nothing to do with them.

  "The country builder."

   Oscar said suddenly.

  Lorenzo didn't understand, and then Oscar continued.

   "You can call us the builders of the country." Oscar was frank.

  "We know a lot, such as the elimination of institutions, such as the Demon Hunting Order, and even more...After all, compared with this world, Old Dunling is just a city.

Shermans’ commission is true. We need him to open the sea route, but in the same way, the forces of those exiles have also sneaked into the old town, and in Invervigne, our North Dro has little influence. Poor, let alone any private armament.

  Because of the above considerations, we finally decided to find you. "

   Oscar explained.

   "More than that, right?"

   "At least I think the disclosure can convince you."

  Lorenzo did not say anything, but leaned back in the chair, frowning.

He stared at the letter carefully, not knowing what he was thinking, and at this moment there was a sound of da da footsteps, Madame Van Lud woke up, her sleepy eyes were dim, but he saw the murderous Lorenzo and the stranger. After her Oscar, she instantly became sober. Just as she was thinking about finding a gun or scolding Lorenzo for bringing the trouble back, Seleu strode up to stabilize her.

   "I will complete the commission, but I have to add another condition." Lorenzo said.

   "I thought you would refuse, and then tortured me severely."

   "Why, we have a teacher-student relationship after all!"

With a smile on his face, Lorenzo stretched out his hand and firmly grasped Oscar's hand, as if he was stroking some delicate gem, rubbing **** the big rough hand.

  Oscar's face changed, he was still stubborn before, but facing such a Lorenzo, it made people get goose bumps.

   "Your North Deloitte's influence in Old Dunling is very small, but after all, it has a certain influence, right?"

  Lorenzo's smile suddenly cooled down again, and he asked softly.

   "You..." Oscar seemed to know what Lorenzo wanted to do. He said, "This is the old Dunling. We can't look at it enough in front of the cleansing agency."

   "I didn't expect you to do anything...but..."

  Lorenzo leaned close to Oscar's ear and seemed to say something, but no one else knew except for the two of them.

  Oscar's expression changed slightly, and Lorenzo sat back down, as if everything was under his control, as if everything just now was his disguise and strategy.

  The expression was complicated, but after a brief thought, Oscar smiled again.

   "I didn't expect you to accept ‘new things’ so quickly." Oscar said, he never expected that Lorenzo would not have the slightest interest in this so-called "country builder", and he would not even be surprised.

"This world is very big, and Old Dunling is just a city compared to it," this is what Oscar said just now, and Lorenzo repeats it now, "I should have known that it is only the Holy Evangelical Papal State and the United Kingdom. Ervig has so many weird things, not to mention the Galunalo, Leber, and Viking countries... and on the other side of the sea, there is the nine summers in the Far East."

   "Because this world is so big, you should exist. If the only strange thing in the whole world is Old Dunling, then there is really a problem."

  Lorenzo spoke and picked up the letter, looking at the blood-red writing.

   "Not to mention this time not just for you, Oscar."

  It was a familiar taste, and Lorenzo finally found out where the uneasy feeling came from after repeated inspections.

  "This is not red ink, this is blood."

  Lorenzo put the letter paper back on the table.

   "It's secret blood."

  The very familiar taste, as if a demon who had been killed by himself, returned from that dead zone again, and sent an invitation letter to himself.

Hello, everyone, I’m Andlao, you are a more random and more loyal friend every day. You have heard about the latitude literature and deeply happy, but now I am lucky to meet Du Gong and I am disappointed by his talent. So I invite you to taste the serious literature "Fantasy" The Fist.

  (End of this chapter)