Ember Gun

  Chapter 399 Mr. Moon

  Since the evangelical church appeared on this land, Gallunaro has been a loyal believer. The power of faith has almost completely penetrated this country. In the most powerful period of the evangelical church, the crown of the king requires the approval of the pope.

However, there have been instances of kingship challenging theocratic authority in this land. The king did not want to be dominated by the evangelical church anymore. He wore the crown without the pope’s consent. He wanted to organize an army to resist, but angry people rushed into his. The palace strangled him on the throne.

  Followed by the changes of the times, the decline of faith, and the rise of industry.

  The ignorant religion has been retreating steadily in the face of rational technology, and finally it has become what it is today.

   "I only felt that these people were crazy. The example of the Mad King Olim can be put ahead. How dare they support the Orthodox Church, even if there are cardinals from the Gospel Church."

  Herkeley felt a little panic because of the events he had anticipated.

  "Olim the Crazy King..."

  Lorenzo whispered the name, and Eve on the side seemed more confused. She was familiar with the name, but couldn't remember it.

   "The Mad King Olim, the king of Gallunaro, the most famous incident related to him is the death of the Mad King."

  Lorenzo told the story he knew.

Although everyone doesn’t believe it, Lorenzo has really been a pastor for a short while, and he, who loves to read, has been familiar with most of the books in the library during his many years of living in the evangelical church. There are books about the history of the church.

"The mad king Olim was tempted by the devil. He organized an evil army to invade the holy church, but fortunately, he was finally stopped by the hero Olivier Garrell. He led the people into the palace. , Killed the mad king on his throne.

  Although the war did not start, such blasphemous atrocities still angered the Gospel Church. The Templars settled in Gallunaro. After examination, it was discovered that not only the Mad King was infested by the devil, but also his family.

  In order to eliminate evil, all members of the Mad King’s family were executed under the gaze of the people, and the new king took the throne under the cheers of the people and the gaze of the priest. "

  This is a heavy history. Lorenzo changed his posture, raised his legs, and there was a little contempt in his voice.

   "And that new king is Olivier Garrel, he is regarded as the hero of the slaughter."

   "Sounds like a fantasy novel."

  Under Lorenzo's narration, Eve recalled this.

"Indeed, for the sake of sacredness, faith, the writings in the gospel churches are all babbling, but the people still like this. The actual story is completely different. The gospel church secretly instigated believers to riot, and then created A new hero, or puppet, ends all this."

  Lorenzo feels sorry for the "mad king" in history.

"Olim did not want to be dominated by the Evangelical Church. During his short term in power, he issued a lot of decrees to break ignorance, hoping that the people would get out of the dominion of faith, but in the end he was killed by the group of people he wanted to save. Dead, this is too ironic."

"Fortunately, the times have changed. With the rise of industry, the gospel churches are getting older and older. It can be seen from the support of the Orthodox Church of Galunalo that they have declined so much that even Galunalo can't influence it... At that time, Galunalo was How do you call yourself?"

  Herkery continued Lorenzo's words.

  "God's most faithful believer." Lorenzo reminded.

   "Yes, that's it, but now this most loyal believer has also rebelled." Hercule laughed.

  "Religion is just a tool. Back then, the Gospel Church could declare Orim as the Mad King. Now Gallunaro can also use the Orthodox Church to declare that the Gospel Church has been corrupted by evil."

  Lorenzo frowned, he was thinking about the worst possible.

  Galunalo is also forming an organization to fight against demons, and now with the participation of these cardinals, it is clear that they want to recreate another demon hunting sect in the name of these beliefs to achieve their goals.

   "It looks like there will be competitors for the cleansing agency," Hercule said.

   "Inervig and Gallunaro are in a competitive relationship, aren't they?" Lorenzo only felt a headache.

  This work is extremely sensitive, and the two countries have once again been full of gunpowder. Lorenzo can't help but think of what he has read in his books.

  The history of mankind is the history of war. With development, conflict is inevitable, and when it is the most intense, it is an unavoidable war.

  "Do you want to investigate Orthodox more deeply?" Hercule asked. Judging from his expression, the more in-depth information seemed to be paid content.

  "This kind of trouble should be caused by Arthur, but it is not my turn. After all, I am just a detective. Save the world and leave it to others."

  Lorenzo waved his hand, perhaps because he was a little thirsty to speak, he picked up the cup that Eve hadn't finished drinking, and drank it in one mouthful, and then sighed.

This time Hercule's eyes became the same as Eve's, but immediately after Hercule was like discovering a new world, he secretly considered whether or not to adjust something else. Anyway, from Lorenzo Judging from this reaction, he is not poisoned.

  "I only care about Ivar, and the content of my job is very simple. After arriving in Gallunalo, I need you as my intelligence network to assist me."

  "I have almost no staff there. Besides, the timeliness of intelligence is very important. After one hand, one hand, when it reaches you, there will be a big delay."

  As for the intelligence part, Hercules is professional.

  But Lorenzo didn't care about this, he leaned closer to Hercule, smiling all over his face.

   "This problem is easy to solve, as long as you walk with us?"

   "Together? Gallunaro?"

  Herkeley's face turned pale. He has been walking on the edge of danger, but only on the edge.

  He is very self-aware. After all, he is just a little smarter than others. Hercules is not good at any weapon. From the perspective of combat effectiveness, a drunk who drinks too much may be able to kill him.

  Not to mention working with Lorenzo and heading to Gallunaro.

  The detective in front of him is a demon hunter, a warrior who overturned a group of people with a single spoon. How can Herculihot work with such an existence?

   "No more, no more."

  Herkery waved his hand quickly.

   "Trust me, Hercules, after it's done, there are so many benefits."

  Lorenzo smiled, but the smile didn't seem very kind.

  This is a trap. He shouldn't have come for the trap of Hercules.

  "Fate to earn lifeless flowers!"

   Out of sight, she was looking for a way to escape, but at this moment Hercule found that Eve was standing in front of the door of the back kitchen.

  Even though Eve did not understand what they were talking about, from the words she could understand, she understood that this "new friend" called Hercule would be a very useful tool.

   "Let's go, Hercules, this will be an unforgettable journey."

  Lorenzo pulled Hercule up and kicked the back door of the tavern.

  Herkeley was like losing a bone, letting Lorenzo pull him. For a moment, he felt a little complicated. He still remembered the last unforgettable journey, the **** shipwreck.

  Eve trot behind them, holding Poirot in his hands.

  ……

  The afternoon sun is so warm and harmonious, and the fresh sea breeze is oncoming.

  Kestrel was lying on a recliner, with a fishing rod set up in front of him, and a small table beside him was "Saker Falcon in the Night" and a few bottles of iced beer.

so good.

  This is located on the edge of the port. It took Kestrel all morning to find such a comfortable place. There is no noisy crowds and no strong fishy smell. It is beautiful like heaven.

  Kestrel felt that he hadn't relaxed like this for a long time, and felt that his soul was about to slip out of this heavy skin.

  This is a perfect day. If there is any regret, Kestrel would like to have a wonderful encounter here.

Indeed, he has reached the age to talk about marriage, but there is no suitable opposite **** around him. If he goes on a blind date, it feels very troublesome. After all, when it comes to work, Kestrel can never say that his profession is a monster. Well, then the woman asked what a demon was, and the Kestrel explained it for a while, and then...then there was no more. By then, most of the scavengers would hit the door.

   "Ah...sometimes it's good to be an ordinary person."

  Kestrel sat up, the fishing rod steadily set in front of him, without the slightest sign of shaking.

   "Ordinary people? Why do you think so?"

   Suddenly there was a sound. I don’t know when Kestrel’s side had already placed a recliner not far from it, and there was a woman sitting on it. She also seemed to be fishing.

   "Why do you want to be ordinary people? Everyone hopes that they are not ordinary, can get rid of mediocrity, become entrepreneurs, artists, and have a mess."

  The woman was holding a wine glass. She looked at the sea ahead and did not look at the Kestrel.

   "Why, maybe I feel tired."

  Clearly a stranger, Kestrel didn't feel unfamiliar, and started chatting with her.

  Kestrel's life is indeed not ordinary. Early in the Xiacheng District, he was slashing and slashing demons. Sometimes Kestrel even felt that he was the protagonist of a knight novel.

   "It's really tired. I still deal with a bunch of nasty guys day by day. If I don't pay attention, I might die. The colleagues around me changed and changed... Mainly, I didn't make much money."

  Kestrel complained.

"I really want to be like an ordinary person, doing simple work, suffering from improvisation, there is nothing rich or expensive, and there is nothing more troublesome, just to live a life in peace like this...Think of it, ordinary is instead. The biggest is not ordinary."

  It is such a lucky person to live such a perfect life.

   "Yes, everyone has their own worries. This thing is destined and you can't get rid of it."

  The woman turned her head, and the Kestrel had to admit that at that moment, his breathing took a beat.

  Under the sunshine, it was a beautiful face, beautiful but not so outstanding, maybe it can't be remembered forever, but whenever I see it, I feel a bit of peace of mind.

   "Gloria Jackson."

  Gloria announced her name, and then raised her glass.

   "Mun Naledo."

Everyone called Kestrel Kestrel all day long, Kestrel almost forgot his name, and after a long absence to say his real name, Kestrel only felt a sudden sense of strangeness, as if he didn't know when he started. Moon Naredo and Kestrel have become completely different.

   "Huh? Hello, Mr. Moon."

  Gloria gave an intoxicating smile, and the wine glass collided with the bottle raised by the Kestrel, making a crisp sound.

   "Well, it's not impossible for you to call Mr. Moon."

  Hearing this nickname, Kestrel couldn't help but miss it.

The name   Moon represents the moon. This way of naming is quite fairy tale. Sometimes when you speak of this name, Kestrel’s colleagues will be surprised, and then I think Kestrel is a little cute.

   "Then Mr. Moon, are you on vacation?"

   "Sure it."

  For his current situation, Kestrel didn't know how to describe it for a while.

   "Also, only those who are free from fatigue will sigh like just now."

   Gloria fiddled with the fishing rod as she spoke. Unlike Kestrel, her fishing basket was full.

  "How about you? Are you out on vacation? Or is it a public travel?"

  For public travel, Kestrel thinks it may become his own heart knot.

   "Me? I'm going to see a friend, but my boat hasn't come yet, so I can rest."

  She hesitated at this point, but she still said it.

   "Hey, do you watch this too?"

  Gloria suddenly saw the book lying aside.

   Hearing Gloria’s question, the Kestrel was a little ashamed. After all, things like knight novels are still inconspicuous in the eyes of the public, and it is difficult to be elegant.

   "Also? Do you watch it too?"

  Kestrel immediately reacted, and the shame turned into surprise. It is very difficult to find a book friend in this world.

"uh-huh."

  Gloria turned around and picked up the same book from the small table beside her.

  At this moment, Kestrel felt that his breathing was slowing down again, and he suddenly realized that this might be the beautiful encounter he was looking forward to.

  Yes, a beautiful afternoon, a cool sea breeze, no monsters, no fighting, a very peaceful scene, plus a lady who also likes these things.

  For a while, the Kestrel started to stun, he suddenly panicked, not knowing what he should say, he became scared, afraid of what he said wrong, and ended this wonderful time.

  Ke Gloria didn't seem to care about this, she exclaimed.

"coming!"

  She grabbed the fishing rod, her young and healthy body showed muscular lines, like the trajectory of the wind, water splashed, and a fat fish was pulled out of the sea and rolled on the ground.

  Gloria picked up the fish, its scales were wet and slippery, making her messy for a while.

  The Kestrel who watched all of this smiled blankly.

  "Would you like to give you one?"

   Gloria asked, but the Kestrel did not hear this at all, he suddenly felt that working overtime was also good.

  (End of this chapter)