Ember Gun

   Chapter 297

  It’s another day, a new job, a new life. The old man is still the familiar appearance, the fine rain keeps falling, and I don’t know when it will end.

  Lorenzo got into the carriage, and only then did Lorenzo discover that the old fellow Oscar was actually a bit sturdy, possibly hidden by loose clothes, this guy actually had a big waist and a round waist.

  Three people were barely squeezed in the narrow space. Lorenzo sat beside the car door with one hand on the armrest.

   "So you have to go there in person, it may be dangerous." Oscar asked.

  Lorenzo's reaction was strange. Oscar never expected that Lorenzo would be so interested in that Shermans, and Lorenzo didn't seem to be going to explain anything, so he remained silent after getting in the car.

  "After I leave, continue to let the carriage go forward, preferably as long as possible."

  Lorenzo said suddenly, and then he pushed the car door open a gap, as if he would jump out in the next second.

At this time, the carriage has entered the lush streets. Although it is still raining, the streets are filled with colorful umbrellas and carriages, like a surging river. This is the place Lorenzo deliberately chose. Only here he can Get rid of those surveillance, although it is not clear whether they are still looking at them, but it does no harm to be careful.

  Half of his body had been leaned out, like a cheetah waiting for an opportunity, but just before Lorenzo was about to jump out, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Seleu, who was sitting on the innermost side.

   "He is not a good thing, he can only believe half of what he says."

  This was for Seleu. The little girl didn't understand why Lorenzo suddenly said this, while Oscar smiled awkwardly.

  This can be regarded as an extraordinary period, otherwise Lorenzo would not let Oscar go so easily, and before she wanted to ask anything, Lorenzo flashed out while intersecting with another carriage.

  He lowered his head as best he could, walked under countless umbrellas, and then stepped into the crooked alley, trying to get rid of the potential stalkers.

  ……

  Old Dunling, outskirts.

  Shermans was sitting on a chair, breathing the fresh air after the rain, slightly cool and mixed with the fragrance of green grass, and the soil was full of vitality.

He has never liked Inervig. As a devout believer, his only home is the place of seven hills, but it is very rare. After the rain, this cool and quiet feeling captured Shermans. He is rare. Found a comfortable place in a foreign country.

  Although it belongs to the old Dunling, it is because of the remote suburbs. There is no steel and steam, no noisy machinery. Everything here is like a hundred years ago, without the slightest “modernity”.

  The sky is no longer depressed, the silver-gray clouds reveal a golden light, and the bright green grass spreads to the end of the line of sight. If it is not too old, Shermans wants to ride a horse and run wildly on it.

   "Ah... it feels really good."

  He was breathing hard, living in exile, and negotiating with the cleansing agency...Too many things destroyed his will and put pressure on him. Now in this remote place, he finally got a little quiet.

After the initial cooperation with the decontamination agency, Shermans was transferred here. In order to show mutual sincerity, Shermans cooperated with the decontamination agency, and the decontamination agency also allowed him to bring his own guards. Except for a small number of monitors, all here are the forces of exiles.

  "Sherman Siqing..."

  The attendant came from the side and put on Shermans' coat.

  Old Dunling’s cold is so deep, even Chunxiao is still so.

   "Yage... your legs look much better."

Shermans glanced at him. In the previous collection of "Apocalypse" intelligence, Jager and Lorenzo fought in the rat's nest. He was an ordinary person who had no resistance to the demon hunter and was defeated by Lorenzo. A sword slashed his ankle, and if it hadn't been for Duke Salicardo's carriage to save him, he might have died under Lorenzo's sword long ago.

   "It's okay, but this weather makes it hurt from time to time."

  Yage looked a little embarrassed with a cane.

This is a small manor that has not been inhabited for a long time. After a short period of reorganization, it became the current residence of Shermans. It is far away from the chaotic vortex of Old Dunling, and it is under the supervision of the cleaning agency, and Shermans Fairly like it here.

   "I really didn't expect this to be the case in a foreign land. It's the first time you have come to Inervig, Jager." Shermans asked.

Before the split and exile, Jager was his attendant. After the coronation of the new pope, many things happened. Shermans and other opposing cardinals lost tragically, and there were few things that could be taken from the emerald. pitful.

  Yage is very loyal to Shermans. She is one of the few people who are willing to leave with Shermans, and is therefore trusted by Shermans.

   "Yes, this is completely different from what I had imagined."

   "Is that better or worse?"

"I...I don't know how to describe it. It seems that all the good and the bad have been deepened. The place is advanced and vibrant, but the sky is like an iron curtain, heavy and cold, and all the suffering and joy are magnified." Say.

"Yes, but this is what people are pursuing. Greater greed corresponds to greater suffering. They say that the owner of this manor is like this. The times are advancing, and the wealth of holding these lands will only be a little bit Abandoned, so he sold this place and went to Jiudunling with money and desire."

  Shermans moved forward on the soft grass, leaving shallow footprints. His speed was very slow so that Jager, who was on crutches, could keep up with him.

   "But he seems to have failed, otherwise he would have returned here long ago."

  Shermans said with some regret.

No one wants to leave his hometown, or he will never come back when he leaves. The same is true for him. Miguel once commented on him. Shermans is the least ambitious of the cardinals. He just wants to nest in the holy one. In the church until death, it would be better if I could be buried with the popes of the past.

   Shermans seldom refutes anything about this, and he has never made his thoughts clear.

   In the final analysis, the so-called cardinal is just a believer in power, so what is wrong with being a believer to death?

  He couldn’t figure it out, nor did he understand why power was so tempting that Miguel was still trying to fight the new pope to this day.

  They are all people with different reasons, and they happen to be united by the same enemy.

   "Has the person who cleaned the organs left yet?" Shermans suddenly asked softly.

  Yage pretended that nothing happened and replied in a low voice.

  "They only left a few people. They said they helped us contact the headquarters, but it was another kind of surveillance, but they did give us full freedom...at least on the surface."

   "You can't completely trust the cleansing mechanism." Shermans tightened his coat and continued to move forward.

   "We still don't know what promises Fei Lengcui's mission will bring. Maybe tomorrow, the cleansing organization will hand us over to the new pope for greater benefit."

  The old man has a sullen face. Although he is a devout believer, it does not mean that he has only those beliefs in his mind.

The Gospel Church is a complex organization that unites mankind with the so-called gods. Some are sincere believers, and some are puppets of power. Everyone has his or her own cautious thinking. Shermans is not so vigilant. Easily become a cardinal.

  "Will they do this?" Jager couldn't believe it.

"Don't underestimate the power of interest. If it weren't for this, how could the Knights of the Templar rebel and how Antony would be our enemy? Although it is not clear what the new pope promised them, it did move them. For this reason They treat us as heretics and are still chasing us after so long."

   "I just hope Miguel will not let me down."

  Shermans sighed, he turned his head to look at Jager, his muddy eyes were a little sad.

  Although Jager was a bit slow, his hunch a long time ago had already told him the real situation, and he asked hesitantly.

   "Actually...we were abandoned, right?"

  This is a kind of questioning. For all the questions at the moment, Yage couldn't help but ask. It was obvious that they were hiding well, but they cooperated with the cleaning agency. This was too sudden and too abnormal.

   "What Miguel needs is an army that can counterattack the Seven Hills, not a believer who is too old to die. We have no use for him for a long time."

  Shermans was very clear about his position. In fact, he didn't want to do it at that time, but he had no way to go.

The new pope will not let him go. Miguel by his side is his only hope. This is a difficult question to choose. It is like a person who is going to drown. Even the thorns will stab himself with blood. , He will still hold it firmly.

  "The only use of the old guy is trial and error. This is why we negotiated cooperation with the cleansing agency. This is just a test. Even if we are dead, it will have no effect on Miguel's plan."

  Yage's face looked ugly. These were pieces of information he couldn't know. Once it was revealed, they might have split apart before the decontamination agency could take action, but Shermans still said it.

  Yage suddenly felt that being trusted is not a good thing. If he is not told about this, maybe he is now immersed in the ecstasy of hope instead of this sudden worry.

  "What should we do?" Jager asked.

  "What should I do? Just keep the status quo."

  Shermans seemed to pay no attention to these. He looked to the other side, which was the racecourse. Several white horses were enjoying the green grass. He looked like he wanted to ride a horse.

   "You...is this really okay?"

  Yage couldn’t understand why Shermans would accept all this so easily. Miguel was using his life as a test.

   "What else can I do?"

  The old man laughed in hell, and for a moment Jager was a little unclear about the old man’s intentions.

"We were the enemy of Inervig several decades ago and hundreds of years ago. The Evangelical Church threatened the nations with the force of the hunting sect. They all desire to get rid of our shackles. Now Inervig We did it, and the cleansing organs came into our eyes... Do you think they will really help us?

  After all, they are helping us now only to fight the new pope. They will not destroy the evangelical church, but will only plunge it into chaos forever, without the possibility of threatening him. "

  Shermans has been alive for a long time, and for a long time he was a person of the same age as the Medici Cardinal, and has witnessed the end of the great golden age.

  Although she is only a devout believer, Shermans also understands the so-called strategies and conspiracies.

"No one will really help us, except Miguel...Although he just wants to be the pope, at least his purpose is somewhat similar to mine. We are people on the same road. Who else can we trust besides him? "

  Shermans's tone suddenly became fierce, and his old body was full of anger.

  Yage didn't know what to say for a while, and the wind after the rain also became gloomy and cold, making him tremble involuntarily.

  "Well, this is probably the way people are in this life. I don't try to get anything better, I just hope to die and sleep peacefully."

  The old man suddenly became weak again, and his eyes were deeply sunken under his old face.

  He put his hand in his arms and took out a finely crafted flintlock.

It's almost like a handicraft. The brown-red wood is outlined with gold and the brass barrel is inscribed with the holy words. It seems to have been baptized by time. Although Shermans maintains it very well, it is much more. Little can still see the broken flaw.

  The old man’s eyes were full of nostalgia, and he gently stroked it, as if he could recall the glory of the golden age.

   "In fact, I am also an old and stubborn, always rejecting new things. It is obvious that those new pistols are better than it, but I just reluctant to give it up, and give up along with my past."

The hit rate is not high and it is troublesome to change the bomb. As a weapon, it was regarded as a ridiculous artwork and was placed on the booth. But a long time ago, it was the master of the battlefield. Shermans used it to execute one. Another heretic.

  But now he is old, because when he gets old, his dry hands are trembling when changing bombs, and this weapon, like it, has been eliminated by the times.

Shermans took a deep look at the horses that were still grazing. After staring, he slowly turned his head and walked towards the manor. This time he was not waiting for Jager, who was struggling with his cane. Try to keep up with him.

The siren of the train came from afar. The railway covered every part of Inervig's territory, like a spider web entwining the earth. Thick steam overflowed from under the rotating machinery. The man stood on the top of the train and looked at it. Manor at the end of the green meadow.

There was still water vapor in the air, they swooped on Lorenzo's face, the cold feeling made him a lot of energy, and then he jumped down, the wind held up his coat, revealing the gun and the gun underneath. sword.

  (End of this chapter)