Ember Gun

  Chapter 692 Compromise [Thanks to the leader of BirdZ]

   "Ah... the snow is so big."

  Lorenzo lay down lazily on the sofa, wrapping himself very tightly, like a plump and plump caterpillar.

   "It's so big... so big..."

Kestrel on the other side also made the same sound. Two sofas occupied both sides of the fireplace, greedily holding all the warmth together, like a hibernating bear. The two buried themselves in heavy blankets. Showed his head.

   squinted, there was a crackling noise in the fireplace, steadily undulating with the breathing of the two.

  After the heavy rain, the old Dunling ushered in a cold winter. The uncleaned water solidified at low temperatures, forming a world of ice and snow on the streets of the old Dunling, like a city-state created by countless mirrors.

  It's beautiful, but it's also terrible.

  The smooth road makes traffic very inconvenient. The aftermath of the rainstorm has not yet been dealt with. Another group of people took to the street, struggling to clean the road and break the ice one by one.

The men braved the wind and snow to work, waving their shovel, and shoveling solid ice and snow, while the women were busy throwing flammable objects into the fireplace to cool the room temperature slightly, while the children lay on their stomachs. By the window, watching this rare snowfall, I look forward to playing with my friends, and pile up beautiful snowmen one after another.

   "It would be better if there were some fine wine."

  Kestrel's eyes were blurred, and the fireworks in the fireplace were reflected in it. He leaned very close, looking like he was eager to plunge into the flames.

   "This kind of material is long gone."

  Lorenzo's response sounded on the other side, his eyes narrowed, as if he was really asleep.

   "Ah... after all, it's a wartime state."

   Kestrel muttered.

  Following the conflict in the White Tide Strait and the heavy damage suffered by Old Dunling, the Platinum Palace announced the news not long ago, and Inervig entered a wartime state.

  Every city is operating, and the war machine roars, urging everyone's mind.

  Old Dunling was directly taken over by the army. In order to survive this difficult winter, a large number of materials were transferred from other cities to fill the vacancies in the old Dunling, and the homeless people were concentrated in shelter.

  Various large buildings, such as the memorial library, have now become temporary settlements, housing these people, everyone is united, and hopes to survive this winter.

Sorrow lingers on the old Dunling, continuous heavy snow, the towering Dunling Pagoda is attached with a layer of whiteness, so are the cables that entangle and extend, and the heavy ice freezes on it, and they are crushed. Bend, almost collapsed...

  "I hope that Merlin won't die suddenly. After finally surviving from the rainstorm, he died suddenly here. It's ridiculous to think about it."

  Kestrel reached out his hand and touched it on the low table beside him, only to find half a cup of warm water, he raised his head and drank it, smoothing his dry throat.

   "Who knows, but he must be busy now."

  Listening to Kestrel’s words, Lorenzo wanted to laugh a little when he thought of Merlin’s current situation.

  In the past few days, Merlin has been busy breaking his head. This is a more difficult opponent than the monster. If the will is not firm, Lorenzo even thinks Merlin will resign directly.

The old Dunling is composed of several huge systems, which are superimposed and blended with each other to make the old Dunling as strong as a fortress. In the long years, it has indeed been as strong as it was originally designed. Roger collapsed under the inhuman power.

  The collapse of one system will bring about a chain reaction, not to mention the collapse of these many systems together.

The main body of the Pillar of the Furnace was not affected much, but the steam pipes that spread throughout the city suffered various damages. Heavy rain poured into the ground, and heavy snow was encountered before it was emptied. Now the underground world has become A sheet of ice and snow has frozen countless corpses in the darkness.

The traffic on the surface was also affected by ice, and the Dunling Tower, an air port for war airships, was also greatly damaged during the war. The entire broken dome was turned into ruins, and these war airships were unable to efficiently fly in the air. Replenishment, but stayed in the air harbor in the countryside.

There are still too many things like this in the old Dunling. Merlin has to face more troubles every day when he wakes up, not to mention that sometimes, when Merlin is not asleep, new documents are distributed. come over.

  "Is it too late for me to resign now?"

  In the desk full of documents, Merlin asked Nikolai with a deadly face.

  "Teacher, don't be like this..."

  Nikolai smiled, calming Merlin, who was about to be furious.

   "However, although this is bad, it may also be an opportunity."

  After laughing, Nikolai said with a serious expression after thinking of something.

   "Opportunity? What opportunity?"

  Merlin looked into the eyes of his students and could see that Nicholas was serious, and he really had any grand and serious ideas ready to confide to himself.

   "Reform, a comprehensive reform of the old Dunling system."

  Nikolay opened up the heavy documents, just like digging out Merlin from a pile of paper, and finally there was no longer any obstacle between him and Merlin.

  "Now all the old systems have been hit to varying degrees. Instead of laboriously repairing and maintaining them, why not use their remains to create a brand new one?"

  Nicholas was so excited, he said to Merlin.

  "Use thunder to illuminate the way of the times."

  Merlin did not respond. He fell silent. No emotion could be seen on his face with facial paralysis, and his eyes were empty and dark. But under Merlin's head, his thoughts were running fast.

   "Yes, what a good opportunity. Everything in the old age is dying. Rather than trying to rescue it, it's better to use its corpse for a new life."

   Hearing Merlin’s answer, Nikolai’s eyes brightened, every inch of his nerves was excited, even his blood was agitated.

"So……"

"Feel sorry."

  Merlin raised his head and interrupted Nikolai's words.

   "Sorry, we can't do this, at least not yet."

"Why!"

  Nikola's voice rose up, he didn't notice his gaffe.

  "This world is not as simple as we thought, and technology that is too advanced will bring disaster to the top."

  Merlin was not angry, but spoke calmly.

  Nikolai's expression froze, he stared at Merlin blankly, his body solidified for a long time, and then slowly relaxed, he staggered back and sat on a chair.

   "Yes, I am a little naive."

  Nicholas whispered.

   "A lot of things depend on the times." Merlin said softly.

   "So I feel sad, teacher."

"what happened?"

"I have always felt that there is nothing special about me. Others will definitely think of the things I can think of. Then in this long history, how many people like me regretted their lives with such thoughts? "

  Merlin fell silent. He tried to open his mouth, but finally stopped. Even Merlin didn't know what to say, as if he could only watch Nikolai's desolation in this way.

As a scholar, Merlin felt that he should be able to understand Nicholas, not to mention that he was still his own student, but his mood did not fluctuate much, and this seemed to be the difference between him and Nicholas. Angry, Merlin himself didn't know when he had already compromised with the world.

   "I think... everything is not that bad."

  Merlin spoke, breaking the peace.

  Nicholas raised his head slightly, with countless bloodshot eyes in his eyes, a member of the pump of ever-moving crops, he has also been assisting Merlin in dealing with various illnesses on Old Dunling these days.

   "The root of all problems is the unspeakable. It has been hidden in the shadows, peeping at us."

  Merlin felt ridiculous about what she was going to say next, just like the crazy talk of a mental patient, telling the impossible future.

   "But if... if we could kill it and completely exile the unspeakable, there would be no such restrictions."

  Nicholas also calmed down, he asked.

   "Do you think we will ban it completely?"

  He shook his head. Although he had known all this not long ago, Nicholas had already felt the horror of this powerful enemy from that brief narrative.

   "Sounds hopeless."

   "Then this is your fault, Nikolai," Merlin said with a smile, "Got to try, right?"

   "What if? What if it is really exiled? Then all of our dreams will come true."

  Nikolai's stiff face slowly overflowed with a wry smile, he shook his head and asked.

  "Then should I pray to Mr. Holmes now, I hope this guy can really banish him?"

  "I think you can bribe him. Praying is useless. He is a pastor. He knows exactly what God is."

  Merlin made a strange joke.

  ……

   "Ah...sneezes!"

  Lorenzo sneezed vigorously, rubbed his nose, and then vigorously nested, burying himself deeper.

  "Have a cold?" Kestrel asked, "The witcher can still catch a cold. I always thought that the word disease came from you."

   "Who knows."

  Lorenzo is too lazy to think about this problem. In the warm environment, people's thoughts have become a lot slower. He is like a melting snowman, gradually spreading out on the floor, and then infiltrating into the ground...

   "What about Watson?"

  Lorenzo murmured.

  He suddenly realized that he hadn't seen Watson for many days. In the past, her consciousness passed by, and she would talk to himself for a few words, but recently she was too silent.

Lorenzo was not worried about Watson. After Roger and Adren died, she was the closest to sublimation existence. There were few things in this world that could threaten her, of course, except for Lorenzona. A cunning teacher, Lawrence.

   But even so, Lorenzo still felt that Watson could take care of herself. She was very strong, far stronger than Lorenzo expected, not to mention that she still carried [Final Echo] on her body.

  This is a weapon to kill the enemy, but also a sharp blade for self-decision.

Watson's strength makes many people uneasy, even Lorenzo is so, he is willing to believe Watson, but she is indeed sublimated, no one knows whether she will follow the same path as Roger, eroded and corrupted .

She also understood this. Fighting against the darkness was destined to be disturbed by it. Therefore, at the end of the formulation of the mechanical descent, Watson chose to become the sword bearer by herself, making [Final Echo] protect herself, and when she was When corroded and corrupted, this sharp blade will also save her from the darkness.

  In the way of death.

This sounds cruel, but Lorenzo and Watson easily accepted all this. As the demon hunters, they often deal with this kind of thing. In Watson's view, this is just another form. The bolt of silver binding is nothing more.

  Strength needs to be controlled and restrained.

   "Probably I am busy."

  Lorenzo came up with this thought in his mind. Watson had won for her rest. She replaced Lorenzo, using the [gap] to shuttle, processing many things, and planning everything next.

  Her busyness in exchange for Lorenzo's vacation, leaving this guy and the Kestrel to decay and rot in the dark.

  Lorenzo thanked Watson for being busy. Thanks to her, he finally could rest for a long time. Lorenzo really liked this feeling of wasting time.

   Knocking on the door sounded, Lorenzo turned his head and said to the Kestrel.

   "Go and open the door."

  Kestrel shook his head, grabbed the blanket again, and shrank himself into a ball.

   "Hey! Don't play dead."

Lorenzo yelled again, but the Kestrel still didn't respond. After a few seconds, a shaggy thigh stretched out from between the blankets, and he kicked the Kestrel’s sofa with one kick. The whole thing was like being opened. The mouse, lying on the ground embarrassedly.

   "Lorenzo, you dog!"

  Kestrel cursed angrily and grabbed the blanket, but it was too late. The cold chill penetrated and made him tremble.

  It's not cold in the room. The pipes in the kitchen are already frozen, and the only warm place is by the fireplace. To let the Kestrel leave here is simply torture.

  But there is no way, people have to bow their heads under the eaves, not to mention that he can't beat Lorenzo, if he annoys him, maybe this guy can really throw himself out.

  "That's it! It's coming! Don't knock!"

  Kestrel shouted impatiently, opened the door, and the icy wind overflowed in, and the Kestrel trembled with the cold.

   "Huh? It's you, what's the matter?"

   Kestrel said.

   "Who?"

   thought of Lorenzo's shout behind him.

   "It's me, Mr. Holmes."

  The old butler walked directly into the office and shouted to Lorenzo. Hearing this familiar voice, Lorenzo was a little surprised, "Why are you here?"

  The old butler seemed even more surprised by Lorenzo's question.

   "I'll pick you up to the banquet."

   "Huh? Banquet? Today?"

  Lorenzo turned over and rode on the sofa, his expression unclear.

  "Did you forget? I sent you an invitation."

  The old butler saw Lorenzo look like this, even if he couldn't get angry.

  "Invitation?"

  Lorenzo was even more confused, and at this moment, Kestrel was wearing slippers and kicked the mailbox outside the door vigorously, opened the frost-covered iron plate, and took out the frozen letter from it.

   "You mean this?"

  Kestrel looked at Lorenzo and then at the old housekeeper. Under the scrutiny of his eyes, he looked weak and helpless.

  (End of this chapter)