Ember Gun

   Chapter 709

  The sea breeze hit, and the blowing Merlin felt a chill, but it also made him sober a lot. His turbid and exhausted will was slightly stunned, and then he woke up, got up slowly, and moved his body.

  Strongly stretched the muscles and bones, the body rang softly, like a dislocated machine, being corrected back to normal.

  Mei Lin sighed, looking exhausted physically and mentally.

  I was really exhausted. Sometimes, Merlin felt that she had been compressed for the rest of her life. All the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys were piled on her face in one breath, and she slammed into her.

From the faintly aware of the existence of the fence, to find the secret at the end of the world, and even to the final battle, all of this came too fast for him. Looking back on the past carefully, he and his teacher have been searching hard. A result that has not been achieved in decades, in the past few years, we have actually seen the last.

   "Teacher, if you live a few more years, it will be fine."

  Thinking of this, Merlin murmured. He was very curious, if the teacher also knew the truth of this world, what kind of mood would he be like?

   Rounding up Merlin can also be regarded as knowing the so-called "truth", but this "truth" now seems a bit disappointing. Of course, this may also be because Merlin has too much expectations.

  "I always thought that my teacher was a poor man. He dedicated his life for something illusory until he died, and I didn’t know the whole picture.

Later, I felt that I was the more pitiful one. Teacher, he died expectantly. Death is approaching and still has full enthusiasm. After his death, I am alone and want to abandon this for the progress of mankind. Foolish alchemy completely buried what he was proud of. "

"what about now?"

  Arthur walked over. In the middle of the night, the two did not return to their respective rooms, but strolled on this deck.

"Now?"

  Merlin thought for a while, the monotonous voice appeared a little ups and downs.

   "I feel lucky and unlucky."

Merlin raised his head and looked at the huge, twisted steel bird's nest, which revealed a faint light, and the iron sound of the percussion. The technicians were working overtime, even if the time on the road was not wasted, for The Sailing Dawn is undergoing maintenance and equipment additions.

  "I am happier than all alchemists. For thousands of years, I have been the only person who has seen the truth. More importantly, I seem to have paid nothing on this path of pursuit."

  Merlin reached out and flicked the railing, feeling the rust on it.

   "I did nothing, just waited in place, and then these guys, riding this ship, miraculously brought the truth back from the end of the cold world."

   Looking at Arthur, Merlin looked serious.

   "You know, alchemists rob each other of knowledge and have to chop each other for a few rounds? This truth is just like picking up for nothing."

   "White pick?"

  Hearing Merlin described the truth in this way, Arthur couldn't help but laughed. Looking at Arthur with a smile on his face, Merlin also let out a few empty laughs, cooperating with him.

  The two leaned against the railing, and the dark water was rolling underneath them.

   "I feel very unlucky again."

  Melin said again, "I will go to the end."

   "Is it a bad ending? All this will come to an end." Arthur asked rhetorically.

   "No... I'm just a little scared. It's not so much the ending, but after the ending," Merlin's voice paused for a few seconds, and then asked, "Arthur, have you thought about the world after the ending?"

"no."

  As for this old friend, Arthur has nothing to hide.

   "I understand your trepidation, but I am different from you. I am looking forward to the unknown future."

   Arthur said, straightening up.

  "It may be bad, a future where everyone will die, but it may also be great, a world where everyone is happy."

   "By the way, these things remind me of some of the things I talked with Lorenzo before." Arthur said again after thinking of something.

   "Huh? What, what do you think Mr. Holmes has?"

Hearing Lorenzo, Merlin became a little bit interested. In his opinion, Lorenzo is more like an "surprise" guy than interesting. When you are caught in your thoughts by some thoughts, you might as well To listen to his opinion, although it may be useless, but it will definitely break your conventional thinking.

  "He also doesn't know what the future will be after the ending, but he heard another person say it."

   "Say something? One after another, then who is that guy?"

Merlin asked, they don’t know much about Lorenzo’s past, and Lorenzo himself never mentions it. Sometimes this gives them an illusion that Lorenzo’s life started from the old Dunling. Before that, it was blank.

   "I don't know, he didn't tell me so much, he only talked about the future."

  Arthur lay on the railing, looking at the sea level in the distance. In the endless darkness, a small amount of light rose up, like flames growing on the ground. They turned into dark torches, illuminating the way forward.

   "He called the future after the ending the golden age."

  "The golden age?"

  Merlin tasted the word and smelled the smell of sunlight.

   "Sounds pretty good."

  ...

The weather tonight is not good. The dense dark clouds cover the stars, and no light of the light can fall. Looking at the outside world through the porthole, you will find that the gloom spreads over the sea and the night sky, and the boundary between the two is blurred. Melt into one, swallowing the ship into the endless darkness.

  In this darkness, the light on the ship became the only torch. Except for the breathing of the people around, all that was left in the ear was the howling sea breeze and the sound of surging waves.

  Lorenzo leaned aside, shrank himself in the corner, and looked into the darkness outside the porthole.

  With the previous experience of the Sea of ​​Silence, Lorenzo has long been accustomed to this slightly strange darkness, and even said that compared with the trip to the Sea of ​​Silence, all of this is much more comfortable now.

  There are no demons, no extreme cold, and no reverberating erosion. This is just a slightly disturbing voyage. Other than that, there is nothing special.

  Retracted his sight from the porthole, the lights in the cabin were dim, and most of them fell into the gloom, the atmosphere was quiet, only the calm breathing echoed.

Relying on the excellent vision of the demon hunter, Lorenzo could easily see the people who were leaning in the dark. It was obviously late at night and it was time to go to bed, but everyone did not go back to their respective rooms to sleep, and It appeared here by coincidence, silently.

  Shrike, Kestrel, Eve, Seleu, Blue Emerald...There are many familiar faces in the room. Everyone takes up their respective positions. Some people look up and seem to be thinking about something, while others close their eyes and lie dormant.

  Lorenzo guessed that they must want to say something, but no one started and had the heart to break the peace, only to sway along with the slight sway of the cabin.

  Suddenly Lorenzo felt that this situation was very good, unexpectedly peaceful.

  "This reminds me of our previous return trip."

   Lorenzo said calmly, with a gleam in his eyes.

  Shrike's voice came from the darkness, he thought for a while, and then said, "Are you talking about the return journey of Jihai?"

  "Jiehai? Return trip? Tell me!"

  At this time, another voice sounded, it was Liangxi. She was very curious about all of this.

   "I remember when I returned, I was either in a coma, or vomiting, or vomiting dizzy."

  There was a bit of suffocating laughter in the silence. When Shrike said so, Lan Jade also said with a smile.

   "Yes, you were terrible back then, with multiple injuries, blood loss, and erosion... We thought you couldn't make it."

   "Probably fate is hard."

   "It looks like that trip was really bad." Kestrel said at this moment.

   "Well, you should be thankful that you didn't come, maybe you will be damaged there too if you are lucky," Lan Jade said.

"how is this possible!"

   "Don't be too confident Kestrel, remember the story I told before?" Lorenzo reminded.

  When Lorenzo spoke, Kestrel's voice became a little weaker, but he could vaguely hear him whispering nonsense like "Lucky Kestrel".

   "It must be an unforgettable experience, right?"

   Eve asked curiously, she still remembers what happened in the office, that was probably the first time she met Watson.

  A ghost who has traveled for a long time, rushing to the north without stopping.

  Eve peeped into the darkness, trying to search for the ghost that accompanies Lorenzo, but she did not have the excellent vision of a witcher, and she could barely distinguish one outline after another in the dark.

   "Bad experience, nightmare-like experience."

   Seleuc spoke at this moment, her voice as always, calm with a little coldness.

   "You were also terrible at the time, lying in bed shrunk into a ball, like a hibernating little bear."

  At this time, Lan Jade spoke again. On the way back to Jihai, she was like a medical soldier, taking care of several people.

Hearing Lan Jade’s words, Seleu suddenly fell silent, probably because she thought she was in the dark. She didn’t control her expression, showing a slightly embarrassed and shy look, and all this fell into the eyes of the opposite demon hunter. .

  Lorenzo felt like a voyeur, watching the reactions of everyone in the dark.

   "Are you hurt?" Eve asked concerned.

   "No, it can't be counted as..."

   "She caught a cold and was affected by erosion again, and she was depressed for a long time." Lan Jade explained.

"cold?"

  Eve didn’t expect this to be the reason. It may be that she has been in the cleansing mechanism for a long time, and the threshold has been raised a lot. Sometimes from the perspective of these neuroses, the shots on the body are only minor injuries. As for the cold? The word does not exist in the dictionary.

   "I don't seem to have had a cold."

   Eve muttered, maybe because of being a ranger, Eve’s physique has always been very good, and when she rarely catches a cold, this disease is very unfamiliar to her.

   "To be precise, it caused a cold because of saving me."

  At this time Lorenzo spoke.

  At the end of the fight with the sea snake, Seleu grabbed Lorenzo and rescued him from his armor.

"save you?"

  Kestal screamed, unexpectedly.

   "It's incredible. I always think that only Mr. Holmes can save others. When someone else comes to save you?"

  "You dog, I am also a human being. This is a time when humans will have troubles."

   Facing the Kestrel’s taunts, Lorenzo scolded with a smile, and then he calmed down for a few seconds, Lorenzo thought about it seriously, and said.

   "Actually, I have been rescued by quite a few people, just like Seleu's time."

  Seleu rescued Lorenzo's body from the black angel, and Watson who came over pulled Lorenzo's consciousness from the [Gap].

  Until now, in retrospect, Lorenzo still felt scared for a while, and at the same time he felt strange. If their actions were not so synchronized, Lorenzo could not think of what it would be like in the end.

   "You are not the savior, Lorenzo, you also need someone to save."

  A calm voice sounded, and Shao Liangye spoke at this moment. Lorenzo looked in the direction of the voice, and through the darkness, he saw Shao Liangye closing his eyes and meditating.

"I know."

  Lorenzo responded. Others didn't know what the two were talking about. This is a "black word" that only these two people understand.

   He sighed and said to Shao Liangye.

   "To be honest, when I heard you say ‘save’, I actually had a **** of familiarity."

"Why?"

  "Didn't I mention it to you?" Lorenzo said, "I used to be a pastor. Although I served a short time, I had to save at least ten souls every day."

  Lorenzo's words caused another burst of laughter, and the Kestrel held back his smile and asked.

   "Actually, I have always been curious about your days as a pastor... how did you save their souls?"

  "How else can I save? Tell them the words in the "Gospel"."

"Gone?"

"Gone."

  "Are the pastors of your gospel church so perfunctory?" Kestrel yelled.

   "You don't believe this stuff, what is your name!"

  The two yelled at each other again, making a mess of the quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

  "Savior..."

   Seleuc whispered softly, savoring the vocabulary.

  This is a good vocabulary, with hope, with a lively life. When you hear this word, it is like someone descending like lightning, sweeping away all the darkness, and opening up a bright way for you.

Of course, if you change it to Lorenzo, the style of painting is probably that this guy hums a strange little song, hacking and killing all the way, then kicks the door open, and asks you who are hiding under the table, think about it tonight Did you eat?

  If you answer "don't know" or "whatever", this guy might pick up an undead enemy and ask him for advice.

  Thinking so, Seleu couldn't help laughing.

   There was laughter and laughter in the dark, there was only a slightly lonely figure, incompatible with everything here, like a ghost, no one cared.

  She sat not far from Lorenzo, looked at Lorenzo, and then at the friends chatting around her. Watson seemed to enjoy the atmosphere now, although all this had nothing to do with her.

   "It's great, Lorenzo."

  She whispered inwardly.

"so good…"

   Before the words fell, the harsh alarm sounded, dragging everyone out of joy to face the coming darkness.

  (End of this chapter)