Ember Gun

  Chapter 338 Painting

   924 year in the English calendar.

  The warm sun fell, and the cool wind came from under the shade of the trees. Accompanied by the rustling sound of the leaves, everything in front of you showed a rare beauty.

  042 put away the blade he was swinging, and saluted the old man in front of him.

  "How does it feel to be physically? 042."

After a simple greeting, Lorenzo Medici asked about 042’s current situation. 042 in front of him was considered an adult, but every time he saw his innocent face, Lorenzo Medici always Think of him as a young child.

   is actually the same. In the face of his long years, most of the people are just children in his opinion.

"It's not bad…"

042 said that he shook his hand. He heard the priests say this. After receiving the baptism of the gods, 042 underwent the implantation of the silver binding plug and occult blood. Although the process was a bit painful, fortunately 042 was alive. After he came down, he became the lucky few.

"The secret blood and the silver binding bolt are very stable, and the control of the power is also under control..." 042 said, a little confused, "but I still can't use the power...I don't even know which faction I am a hunter. Devil."

   "This is normal. After all, your alchemy matrix is ​​not perfect, and you can't stimulate power from secret blood." The old man comforted.

  "How long will I need?"

  Not surprising to this answer 042, he had learned most of the knowledge about the Demon Hunter before that.

  The extraordinary authority comes from the secret blood in the body. Under the force of the engraved alchemy matrix, the power will be directed from that forbidden blood.

This process will have a great corrosive impact on the demon hunter itself, plus the technical limitations of the alchemy matrix, so each demon hunter can only be directed to obtain one power, and multiple powers cannot exist at the same time. On his body, even if the alchemy matrix technology can be solved, the erosion of the plural will instantly alienate the Demon Hunter into a terrifying monster.

   "Just today...this is a special day." The old man replied with a smile.

042 was slightly stunned. Since he was transferred from the Demon Hunting Order by the old man in front of him two years ago, the old man in front of him was responsible for everything. From training to blood secret implantation, 042 was like a doll. Fooling around at will, until now he himself has no idea what faction he will become a demon hunter.

  After hearing the old man’s answer, 042 was a little happy. The alchemy matrix in his body is not perfect, only after those flaws are filled, he will gain power and become a real demon hunter.

   "But we still need some time, we need to wait a while... Come with me 042, you don't need to train today."

  The old man motioned to 042, then turned around and walked towards the depths of the mansion. 042 followed him and was swallowed by the huge building.

This old-age mansion is not as simple as it seems. After passing through the hidden secret passage, you will arrive at a huge underground space. In the past two years, 042 spent most of the time here, with the captured monsters. Combat, and training.

  However, today, there are many people in the usually empty and cold underground. They wear teaching robes and wear long slender blades around their waists. 042 remembers that kind of weapon. They call it the nail sword, which is the weapon of the demon hunter.

  So, are these people demon hunters?

042 looked at those guys with some curiosity. Their faces were hidden by their hoods, hidden in the shadows, keeping a strange silence. If 042 hadn't heard their faint breathing, he would even think they were a group of people. Standing dead man.

"they are…"

  "Just leave them alone, come with me."

The old man said that under his leadership, 042 was taken to the deepest part of the earth. 042 remembers there. When he implanted the secret blood, it was done there. But now all the complicated instruments have been removed. The next small table is matched with two chairs, and a pocket watch is placed in the middle of the table, recording the time in the dark.

   "Come and rest, we have to wait a long time."

   "Waiting for what?"

   "Many..." the old man said mysteriously, "Probably a group of unflattering guests."

"guest?"

  042 seemed very puzzled. Although the old man had never revealed anything to him, he had also vaguely felt the difference in his life in the past few years. There had never been any guests here, and he had vaguely felt a little uneasy.

   "But we still have a lot of time, 042."

  The old man smiled. For some reason, this usually very serious old man has become extremely happy today, as if something beautiful is about to happen.

The waiter came from the side, pushing a small cart with exquisite desserts and wine on it, and placed it on the small table, like an afternoon tea, but here is a gloomy underground, surrounded by mysteries. Demon hunters, 042 doesn’t feel right at all.

  "Try this, you may not believe it, I like sweets very much."

  It seemed that this was really just an ordinary afternoon tea. The old man didn't care about the etiquette, so he reached out and picked up a piece of it and tasted it.

   "Are you surprised?" The old man asked looking at 042 in a daze.

   "Something." 042 nodded.

  Lorenzo Medici, the leader of the golden age, once dominated the entire Fei Leng Cui, and firmly controlled both the Evangelical Church and the Demon Hunting Order in his own hands.

  In the artist’s description, he is a benevolent benefactor. From the eyes of political enemies, he is a terrible nightmare. From the eyes of ordinary believers and people, he is the incarnation of God in the world.

  But now this guy is eating dessert and filling his hands with cream. He looked at 042, and it seemed that the old man was also getting younger and gave out a burst of joyful laughter.

   "Humans are like this. They always have a lot of speculation about things they don't understand, and over time they deify a person... In fact, I'm just an ordinary person, and I've been tortured by the years." The old man said.

   "But...042 Do you have any preferences?"

   "Preferences?"

   "Well, I like it, even I like to eat sweets. What should people like you like?" the old man asked.

   "This... can you say it? I remember the Demon Hunter..."

042 He was hesitant. Before being transferred by the old man, he was also trained in the Demon Hunter's Order for many years. Under the guidance of Master Lawrence, the Demon Hunter wanted to suppress his emotions as much as possible, becoming indifferent and changing. It becomes a weapon, and the weapon obviously doesn't have any preferences, the weapon only needs to execute the order.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, your alchemy matrix is ​​not perfect. You are not a demon hunter now. Let's talk about it." The old man's attitude has become very different today. The kindness made 042 almost forget what he was originally. Kind of person.

   "Story, read a book and read a story? Actually, I don't know exactly how to tell it. Anyway, I want to see the bigger world."

   "The bigger world?"

"Yes, I have a few very good friends in the cult. We..." 042 said that there was a sudden silence. He realized something was wrong, and told each other the content of [God Baptism]. It is expressly prohibited.

  "Do you know each other's [God Baptism]?" The old man saw at a glance what 042 wanted to conceal.

   "Sorry! My lord!"

   "It's okay, it's okay." Seeing 042 panicked, the old man asked kindly.

   "Then what do you see?"

   "Stories, bizarre stories after another, the colorful world...far more beautiful than Fei Lengcui, bigger than what we perceive of this world." 042 said in a daze.

  "Since then, I have felt that my body and mind have been taken away by those unknown and beautiful worlds. I want to see those..."

  "But there is no such situation in this world." The old man expressed regret.

   "No, yes, my lord." 042 denied his words.

"Invervig, Old Dunling, 047 often tells me about this. He said that it is the most advanced city, where there is what we want. When he retires, he would like to go to Old Dunling and open What kind of detective is a firm."

  042 seems to have put down his defenses in this small chat, talking about the future outwards.

   "Sounds really good, but it's a pity that I am not a demon hunter. I will never be able to see what you see in person." The old man was a little envious, very rare, he would actually envy this kind of thing.

"When I was young, I also had a friend who was a demon hunter. This kind of thing sounds impossible, but the truth is that. For various reasons, we two people who were destined to have no intersection, we met in this way." The old man suddenly said Started about himself.

   "Did he share his [God Baptism] with you?" 042 asked.

"Almost, that's an interesting demon hunter. To be precise, except for having secret blood and having nothing to do with slashing demon beasts, he is nothing like a demon hunter. His greatest wish is to become an adventurer, to go to different countries and continents, to find what he saw in [God Baptism]."

  The old man recalled what happened decades ago. All this is too long. At that time, he was not a Medici Cardinal, but just like 042, a little kid who yearned for those strange scenes.

  "This..." 042's face was a little weird.

   "You can feel it too. He didn't know who I was at the time. That stupid thought he and I were both demon hunters. Later, when he learned that I had the Medici surname, his expression was very funny."

  The old man said with joy, no one would have thought that he still had such a happy side.

  "He said to me with a look of world-weariness, ‘ah, I’m really sorry for the violation of doctrine, is it fire or beheading? It depends on the friendship for so long, can you please me’, that’s it.

From the perspective of the doctrine, this demon hunter is guilty of a heinous crime. Almost all regulations have been violated. He even burned the doctrine on my face, just because there was no firewood when we roasted the hare. He is really a sinner...but Instead of killing him, I helped him hide all this.

It was a strange friendship. I was a heir of the Medici family. I was shrouded in sacred beliefs. According to the line set by the family for me, I will become the cardinal when I reach adulthood. I will be regarded as a saint and buried in the Seven Hills after my death. The place ends my devout life to God.

  But I met that stupid man with a bit of a problem. In his bad words and fantasies, I suddenly found that the **** of faith on me was loosened, and in the end I seemed to have become the same heresy like him.

  And this guy is really interesting. In order to more accurately describe what he saw [Baptism of Gods], he later painted me a lot of pictures about [Baptism of Gods]. "

  The old man took the dessert and stuffed it into his mouth as he spoke. The white beard was covered with cream and crumbs.

"But his painting skills are really terrible. It's like putting a chicken full of paint on the drawing board and letting it run around. I couldn't see what he wanted to paint at all, and he realized this later. Don’t draw anymore, just chat with me about what he saw.”

  The old man’s voice gradually slowed down. 042 looked at the old man, his eyes drooped, and his dry face still had a young smile.

  I can hardly believe it. 042 seems to have re-acquainted the old man today. The old man who is suffocating everyone has such an ordinary past.

  "He said that the world he saw was so beautiful, so good that sometimes he was willing to dedicate his life to find that era, but then he died, just like the ending of many demon hunters."

  The old man leaned back on the back of the chair and looked at the dark rock above his head, as if he wanted to see the beautiful sky through the obstacles.

  "It was a beautiful era, the sky was dyed golden by the afterglow of the setting sun, there were no demons, no erosion, people playing at the beach, and a cool sea romantic past ankles...

  He called it the golden age, and chased it all his life, but he didn’t see the beauty until he died. "

"I think he is stupid. He dedicated everything to that illusory thing. Why don't you listen to my advice? If he is willing to stay in Fei Lengcui, I will let him live his life safe and sound, and I will find a good one for him. Teacher, save his sad painting skills, but he is dead...

  At the time, I thought it was nothing, but one day later I suddenly felt sad..."

  The old man had no expression on his face, not knowing whether it was joy or sadness, as if he was wearing a mask that no one knew.

   "At that time, I realized that I, Lorenzo Medici, had lived for so long, but he was the only friend, and my only friend died and was killed by a demon."

  "Do you want to avenge him? Kill all the demons?" 042 asked.

"Why? Who wants revenge for that stupid man? I'm Lorenzo Medici. If I work hard, I might be able to be the pope. Power, wealth, woman, which is not more interesting than revenge? And for one. I don't even know the name, only the numbered witcher revenge, which is too ridiculous."

  The old man laughed, it seemed that the so-called sadness just now was just a lie.

"But, one day I saw a painting, the painting he painted for me at the beginning, depicting the golden age of paintings... alas, but his paintings are so bad, I stared at that painting. For a long time, I couldn't understand what he was painting.

  But at that time, I suddenly wanted to understand one thing. The so-called golden age does not exist in this world, and no matter how stupid is chasing it, it is just vain. "

  Lorenzo Medici’s cold face melted, like a ferocious beast, her dry skin wrinkled together, revealing a frightening smile.

   "But... Although the golden age does not really exist, it can be created by people."

"I already have everything that a mortal can get. No matter how expensive the wine is, it looks like white water. Everything in the world is meaningless to me, except that there is only the golden age in the mind of stupid people. , And that stupid died, and the paintings left behind are also extremely ridiculous."

  Lorenzo Medici stared directly at 042's eyes. Under the turbid gaze, the bound soul was hidden. It was young and furious, but it was about to be brought to death by this aging body.

   "042, at that moment I seem to have found the meaning of my life. I want to see what the golden age is like, and I want to know what the stupid guy wanted to show me."

  The old voice was calm, but there was anger hidden, the blue blood vessels bulged under the dry skin, and the old man in front of him seemed to have become some kind of evil monster for a moment.

   "I, Lorenzo Medici, want to create a golden age."

   Immediately after the evil laughter, he said.

   "But in that beautiful era, there was no place for demons."

  (End of this chapter)