Ember Gun

  Chapter 425 Hymn

  In the long calm, turbulent emotions slowly fermented, until reason could no longer control it and burst the bank.

  Lorenzo stretched out his hand and turned off the light source in the room. The darkness covered the two of them, and also concealed their embarrassed expressions.

   "What a terrible power, Mr. Holmes."

  In the darkness, Irene's voice trembled a little, with a slight sob.

   "Yes, terrible power."

  Lorenzo answered indifferently, then wiped his wet eye sockets with the corner of his clothes.

  "Are you crying for me?" Irene asked.

"I don't know. I can only feel everything about you personally. At the price, your emotions and thoughts will also interfere with me. This kind of residue will pile up more and more, until one day it drowns me and becomes me too. Unclear monster."

  Lorenzo replied calmly. He clenched his fists to keep himself alive.

   "Then what I feel is also your emotions?"

  Eileen asked again. Lorenzo saw her at the moment she was peeped by Lorenzo, and she also saw Lorenzo. The two wills were intertwined and witnessed each other's life.

  Despair, sadness, anger...the extremely complex emotions are mixed under the name of "Lorenzo Holmos".

  Eileen can't see Lorenzo's past, but she can understand it.

   "I'm not as cold-blooded as you, so take this as my cry for you."

  Eileen also grabbed the sheets, wiped away her tears and tried to calm her emotions as much as possible, she said slowly after a long time.

  "I have thought...maybe someday, someone will thoroughly understand it, but I didn't expect that person would be you, or in this weird way."

  Power Gabriel’s power has completely exceeded Irene’s imagination. She tried to describe this power, but she couldn’t find the corresponding words.

   "So are we friends? Mr. Holmes."

   "Probably, but it's not a good thing to be my friends, my friends are almost dead."

  Lorenzo's response came from the darkness.

  "What about the others, do they know the power you have?" Irene asked.

"have no idea."

  Lorenzo's answer was a bit hesitant. He also thought about whether to say all this, but finally gave up.

  From beginning to end, Lorenzo could absolutely believe only himself and the sword in his hand.

   "Then this is a secret for me alone?"

  Eileen’s voice suddenly became frivolous, as if the sadness just now was just an illusion, no...she was such a person, and controlling emotions is a basic professional quality for her.

  She stretched out her hand, and there was a vague darkness in her vision, but soon she touched some tender skin, still a little moist.

  "This is a deal, you cry for me, and I keep it secret for you."

   Lorenzo said nothing this time, he remained silent.

  He had thought about threatening Irene after all. After all, the beacon had been planted, and Lorenzo could take Irene's life at any time, but he hesitated at this moment.

  Eileen can't see herself, but the eyes of the demon hunter in the dark can see Irene very clearly.

  She thought that her voice and actions were perfect in disguise, but Lorenzo could see that tears were slowly slipping from her face, breathing slowly, so that the trembling voice could not expose the emotional collapse.

  At this moment, she really looked like a poor puppy, soaked by the rain, shivering and hiding in the invisible shadow of others.

   There was a voice outside the door, and someone was calling Lorenzo's name.

   "I'm leaving first, as for the ones you guessed... I will watch Hyblade."

  Lorenzo left silently.

  ……

   "Something big happened!"

   With a loud roar, Hercule kicked the door vigorously. Judging from his panting look, this guy ran back all the way.

  However, everyone in the room reacted indifferently to Hercule's fatal response, with a calm expression on his face. In their opinion, the "big event" had already happened.

Kestrel with several bandages on his body was sitting on the dusty sofa. He raised his head slightly, glanced at Hercule, and then turned his gaze back to the book. Eve didn't care about Hercule's work at all. When she came back, she chased Poirot with a broom, this damned mouse was drilling everywhere, and Eve couldn't bear it.

  The only thing that seemed more reliable was Haibod, who was standing aside, wiping the blood on the ground with a mop.

  Looking at this messy room, it was obvious that a fierce battle had just taken place here. After realizing this, Hercule calmed down his excitement. By now, his little intelligence may not really be a big deal.

  He walked to the side and raised a chair, thinking about it and asking.

   "Where is Lorenzo?"

  Kestrel raised his hand and pointed to the room on the other side.

  It has been a long time since the Kestrel left, and it is not clear what Lorenzo and Irene said in the room.

   "I have something important to tell Lorenzo!" Hercule became anxious again.

"What's up?"

  The door was pushed open, and a sound rang, Lorenzo's eyes were reddish, and his expression was cold.

   "Where have you been? Hercules."

   Lorenzo asked as he walked, and while walking, he kicked away the obstructions and sat down on the dusty sofa, leaning against the Kestrel.

This frightened the Kestrel. Obviously, Lorenzo’s aura was a bit wrong now, as if he would draw a sword and slash people in the next second. He leaned to the side and leaned against Lorenzo. But the sofa is so big in total, he can't move it no matter how much.

"I went to the Holy Communion of the Orthodox Church, and then walked around to see where it is more convenient to run... Talking I think we can use that gas street lamp to blow up the street. There is too much traffic here. We will definitely be able to It takes a long time."

   "The heroes see the same thing! We think so too!"

  Eve said from the side, she finally caught the **** big mouse, hugged it in her arms and rubbed it vigorously.

   "The other thing is, Lorenzo, I heard that melody at the sacrament."

  This information urged Hercule, he didn't care about the other things at all, and he moved the chair directly in front of Lorenzo, and then sat down.

   "Yes, that's the melody."

  Herkeri clumsily imitated the tune Liya hummed at the time. To be honest, he didn't have any musicality. Looking at his overstretched expression, everything seemed so funny.

  But no one can laugh.

  The tune was humming crookedly by Hercule, but Lorenzo still heard the vague melody, his expression changed from cold to serious, and his eyes revealed murderous and uneasy.

  Lorenzo has heard this melody many times, in the mouth of Lorenzo Medici, in the memory of 047, everywhere in the Cathedral of San Nalo...

  No one knows the reason for it, and no one knows its name. There is no musical score to record this melody. It only depends on people's memory to spread. If you forget it, then it will be lost forever.

  That's why the old man who has long died stubbornly hummed. He is too old, and his memory is no longer reliable. He can only repeat it again and again, firmly remember it, and pass it on.

  "This melody comes from a bright red Orthodox cardinal, who wears a dark mask...I think this melody should be related to your evangelical church?" Hercule asked.

  After a long silence, Lorenzo nodded stiffly, and slowly talked about the past of this melody.

"This is an obscure hymn, which is passed down only by people’s memory. In the long years, its fragments have been forgotten or tampered with. In short, this is not an important thing, just like tradition. Spread within the gospel church."

  At this point, Lorenzo once again remembered the dead old man, Lorenzo Medici. In 047's memory, he saw Lorenzo Medici's guess about this melody.

  He feels that this irrelevant melody may be really important, but at a certain point in the past, those who knew its importance died, or it was forgotten in the iterations year after year.

  It is really important, but no one remembers why it is important anymore, people can only stubbornly talk about it and sing it until today.

   "Who else knows this melody? If you exclude speculation in this way, you might be able to know who the other party is."

  Herkery looked at Lorenzo with a solemn expression. He thought that Lorenzo might already know who the other party was.

  Migle?

From the memory of 047, we can see that what he has always longed for is power. Faith is not worth mentioning for him. It is obviously impossible for him to remember this ancient melody, and that guy doesn’t have any. What masks must be worn.

other people?

  The spread of this melody is actually very narrow. It is only spread among the high-levels in the gospel church. Other cardinals? A part of the night of death and holy arrival, part of it surrendered to the rule of the new pope, and the remaining part followed Miguel.

  The most pious Shermans is dead, and the others are just Miguel’s tools.

  Who would it be?

The uncomfortable answer slowly rose deep in his heart. As early as in the conversation with Watson, Lorenzo had faintly confirmed these, but with more evidence pointing to this fact, he still felt terrified. With anger.

   "I want to know who he is."

  Lorenzo took a deep breath, he looked at his hands, they were shaking but not because of fear, but of excitement.

   "Lawrence."

  Pious and crazy patriarch, the existence named Lawrence.

   "Lawrence? Isn't he dead?"

  Hearing Lorenzo's words, the Kestrel on the side almost jumped up. He was too aware of Lawrence's strength, and he also understood the sense of despair when faced with that kind of person.

  The decontamination mechanism and Lorenzo teamed up to kill him with difficulty, and now he appeared again, from Lorenzo's mouth.

  Kestrel is very clear about this kind of thing, Lorenzo will not joke, that is to say it is true, that monster is still alive, just like Lorenzo, come back from the dead.

   Teeth trembled, and the Kestrel screamed immediately.

   "I just said that this work is horrible! Let me go back to Inervig, I don't want to die as a guest!"

   can only speak quickly for a while, and the Kestrel swears and then rests, with a dull expression on his face.

   "Lawrence..."

  Eve was also stunned when Lorenzo said the name. She stiffened, and Poirot in her arms was still curious why the big mouse didn't touch herself anymore and arched Eve's hand vigorously.

  The desperate bright red figure, Eve almost died at the hands of Lawrence, and it was also at that time that Lawrence's fear was deeply implanted in her heart.

   "Lawrence? Who is he?"

  Hyboard, who didn’t understand all of this, was full of doubts and pressure. The guy who could make Lorenzo take it so seriously was presumably a terrifying monster.

  "One of the cardinals of the Gospel Church, the headmaster of the old Demon Hunting Order."

  Lorenzo completely lost his previous cynicism. He stood up and walked to the cello box to the side. From it, he picked up one after another and wiped it carefully.

  For Lorenzo, preparing weapons is a very stress-relieving thing.

   "If it's true, I suggest you prepare to die next."

  Lorenzo pulled out one after another nail sword, inserted it into the wooden table, took out the last one, and pointed it at Eve.

  "This is just your internship. You don't have to work so hard. If I tell you to evacuate, you must evacuate, understand?"

  What Eve wanted to say, she wanted to say that she could do it too, but when she thought of Lawrence's desperate force, she knew very well that in that situation she would only be a burden to Lorenzo, everyone.

"I see."

  Lorenzo nodded in satisfaction, and then the nail sword swept over the others, he said.

  "So do you, no matter where you are, if you hear my voice telling you to evacuate, you must evacuate immediately. Regardless of rescue Ivar or assassination of the pope, you must evacuate Maruri immediately and return to Inervig."

   "Then what are you going to do? Lorenzo."

  Hibald asked hard, the heavy atmosphere made him almost speechless.

   "Me? If Lawrence really survives, then this is my dereliction of duty. I will make up for my mistake and kill him completely."

  Lorenzo understood Hybade’s concerns, and he continued.

   "You must know that Lawrence is far more valuable than Ivar and the Pope. If I can kill him, it will be considered as completed. If my guess is wrong, then I will act step by step."

   "And you..."

  Finally, the blade pointed to Hercules.

   "What's the matter?" Hercule had never seen Lorenzo like this, both frightened and excited.

"Herkery, this matter has nothing to do with you. You were pulled over by me halfway. Thank you for your contribution so that I can know this potential in advance... If this is true, it is in our actions. The consequences of what I discovered at the time were disastrous...I might kill all of you."

  Lorenzo's words paused for a long time before speaking again.

  "Herkeley, buy a ferry ticket to return to Inervig tomorrow. There will be no more tactics and tricks, only the contest between iron and iron."

  Herkeley’s gaze slid towards Lorenzo along the blade.

   "Are you driving me away?"

"No, no, you can't do this, Lorenzo, after all, what Lawrence is just a guess now, isn't it? I also know that you are worried. If you run away in embarrassment just because of a guess, it would be too inconsistent with my identity. ."

   Questioning eyes cast from all directions.

  Herkelley blushed and shouted immediately.

   "I am a rat king! I am a king anyway!"

  He continued to explain.

   "I know I basically have no force at all, but I think I have a position that suits me."

  Herkeley paused and said confidently.

   "I think you probably lack a responder, right, the one responsible for sailing."

  (End of this chapter)