Ember Gun

  Chapter 412 War and Peace

   "So you dug up this information from Irene? It feels like nothing..."

  Herkeley looked at the sea under the night with a blank face. The cool sea breeze was blowing on his cheeks, making him feel a little bit cold.

   "It feels a lot, why? Are these not enough for you?"

  Lorenzo glanced at Hercule who was sitting in the chair, his eyes drifted to the room behind him again.

  There is no more room for Irene, and for the convenience of taking care of her, she was directly placed in the living room. Although it was said that she had gone to Lorenzo and cleansed her face, no one would believe this nonsense woman.

   "I need a lot of intelligence, the more the better, only with a lot of data, I can guess what they want to do." Hercule said.

   "Then what can you think of based on what you have now? Hercules."

  Lorenzo leaned out of the fence and looked at the terrace below. It was already night, and the lights below were still brightly lit, and people were drinking and laughing while holding their glasses.

   "It's just some... purpose, I can probably guess what they want to do."

  Herkeley closed his eyes and pondered. The terrible sea slowed his thoughts a lot.

"Galunaro has always been controlled by the faith of the Evangelical Church, but as the most secretive institution in the entire country, the Iron Law Bureau is firmly opposed to the existence of faith," Herkeri narrowed his eyes. "It looks like the Orthodox Church. It’s because of their premeditated plan. Gallunaro doesn’t want to be dominated by the Evangelical Church anymore. Now is the best chance to fight back."

"There is also the Curry Ferrey. Although I have been lying in the room, I can still hear your conversations. Judging from Irene’s description, the Curry Ferrey is nothing short of nothing. A patriot, a staunch atheist, who hates the existence of faith."

  Herkery said, tapping the handrail lightly with his fingers.

  "The enthronement ceremony of the Orthodox Pope, and the ships that set sail..."

   "Do you have any plans?" Lorenzo asked.

  Herkeley shook his head and said helplessly.

   "No, nothing, Lorenzo."

   While he was talking, his eyes stayed on the sea in front of him. Hercules hated the sea.

   "I hate the sea, Lorenzo, don't you think that when you are above the ocean, it feels like you are in another world?" Hercule said flatly.

"No matter which direction you look at, it’s an endless sea. The only thing that can support you is the deck under your feet. You may be able to follow the direction of the stars, but in many cases you will face endless rainstorms, just like your body. In the world after death, no matter how hard you struggle, you will not be saved."

  He exhales deeply and grabs the big mouse in his arms.

   "This was the case when I was in a shipwreck. I felt that I was dead, and my soul came to hell, and this **** is an endless sea. I will drown in it, come back to life again, and repeat until eternity."

   "We are in this ocean now, Lorenzo."

  Herkeley turned his head suddenly, he looked like a different person, with chills and a little madness in his eyes.

   "When the tide rises and gathers into a high wall, no one can stop it."

  Lorenzo was silent, and then asked again.

   "You really thought of something, didn't you?"

  Herkeley did not affirm, nor veto, but answered indifferently.

"In fact, we don’t need any plans at all. We already know the enemy’s movements. We just need to confirm the location of the hostages after arriving in Gallunaro. With your absolute force, no one can stop you from taking someone away. , Not even an army can stop you."

   "But there are things that monsters can't stop, Lorenzo."

   "What is it?" Lorenzo asked.

  Herkley thought for a while, then smiled and said to him.

   "As long as you, Mr. Holmes, you have superior strength and unparalleled power, but there are some things that cannot be solved by force, such as love and hatred, such as unpredictable people's hearts..."

  He staggered to his feet, holding Poirot in one hand and his stomach in the other.

   "Perhaps, war is doomed, Lorenzo."

  Herkeley's expression was very pessimistic.

   "Although the purpose of our trip is to prevent the outbreak of war, is it possible that our actions have accelerated the outbreak of war?"

"The Iron Law Bureau, the choir, and the establishment of Orthodox Church. Although I don’t understand this kind of military affairs, judging from the existing intelligence, our enemies are very anxious. They are frantically creating monsters like war. It will start tomorrow."

   "Because of this, I am going to solve these." Lorenzo said.

   "But there are some things that can't be ended by one person." Hercule continued.

   "Even if there is no choir, there will be another class that will be the fuse of the war... You also said that they united in a group called the Rhine League."

  Herkery recalled about the international situation. He didn't care much about these things. After all, before being dragged on the boat by Lorenzo, he could live well as long as he cared about his one-acre three-point land.

"Inervig represents the pinnacle of existing industrial technology, and do you know who is the second one? It is Leber. There is a Gallunalo between Inervigor and Leber, although there are railways and ships. , But communication has gradually become more frequent in recent years.

There is also a special kind of ore in that country, called Baitie, which has been used in a small range a few centuries ago. At that time, people said that the blade of Leibai was the sharpest weapon, and in industrial technology After the blessing, it is currently the easiest high-strength metal to be mass-produced. "

  Lorenzo paused and nodded. He didn't expect the origin of Bai Tie to be like this.

"Relying on the advantages of minerals, without experiencing large-scale wars and technological accumulation, it can be said that in the Western world, Leiber is the most likely country to surpass Inervig, and these years, because of these industrial developments and some messy reasons. , These countries, whether it is Galunalo or Leber and the Viking countries, their development has reached a peak.

  Like a monster in a cage, industry and steel are its food. It eats more and gets bigger and bigger, until one day the cage can no longer contain it, until the monster escapes its restraint. "

  Herkeley continued.

   "Sometimes war is doomed, we all need a war to complete each other's hatred and interests... Maybe Inervig is also looking forward to this."

   "Is it as serious as you said?" Lorenzo couldn't believe what Herculi said. In his opinion, it was...too horrible.

  Lorenzo doesn’t understand, isn’t it good to harm the world? Why do we have to fight and kill? Lorenzo knew that it was ridiculous to say this from the mouth of his murderer, like a lunatic saying that he loves life.

"This is the difference, Lorenzo, you may be a powerful warrior, but you are not a greedy politician. You know how scary monsters are, but sometimes, you need to know that sometimes people are scarier than monsters... I always feel that you know this better than me."

  Herculi patted Lorenzo on the shoulder.

   "In any case, be careful. I always feel that this action is not as simple as it seems, and you are right. Haibod must be hiding something. Both he and Irene are like this."

  His stomach tumbled again, his serious expression was broken, Hercule's face was extremely embarrassed, he walked toward his room, but halfway through, he turned his head and looked at Lorenzo and asked.

  "Do you think Inervig really does not yearn for war?"

  Lorenzo was startled, and Hercule didn't wait for his answer, and asked and replied.

   "To be precise, what Inervig wants is a victorious war."

  ……

  Herkery left after saying this, fell on the bed and groaned again.

  Lorenzo stood by the balcony in a daze, lost in thought.

  He suddenly remembered the topic he had chatted with Hercule before. Hercule said that he saved a lot of money and bought a private ship, which was parked in the port of Rendona.

  Herkeley made a big deal of the ship. According to his description, it was simply a sea palace, full of food, drink, and entertainment. The cabin was also full of food and gold.

  He called this ship a refuge. If one day war breaks out, he will drive this ship to the unmanned sea and stay in it for a few years before coming out.

Lorenzo thought he was joking, but from this point of view, Hercules was serious. Unlike Lorenzo, who tried to stop everything, he felt that these things were destined, like life and death, human power cannot be changed. of.

   Entering the living room, there is still a faint light in Haibod's room. He is mostly still reading that strange novel. The room between Eve and Kestrel is dark, and the two guys have fallen asleep.

  Tonight, Lorenzo is in charge of watching the night watch. Since the Kestrel was attacked, someone needs to stay awake every night.

   But it is a vigil, and more often, I still can’t sleep.

  "Are you still asleep?"

  Lorenzo noticed something when he passed by the sofa, and said to the sleeping woman.

  After a while, Irene slowly got up.

   "How do you know I'm not asleep."

   "The breathing sound is not right, I was obviously a little faster when I passed by." Lorenzo said.

   Irene looked surprised, and then asked.

   "Is it so sharp? Or do people like you have this ability."

Lorenzo didn’t explain the Demon Hunter to Irene. He didn’t think it was necessary, but even if Lorenzo didn’t say it, with this woman’s talent, she connected Lorenzo to the mysterious patriarch more or less. Up.

  "How much do you know about this thing?"

  Lorenzo took out the secret blood, the living room was dim, but the blood in it was still brightened by the dim light, and the light was dim.

"not much."

   Seeing the secret blood, Irene's smiling expression froze, but very well, she made a disguise again, showing that charming smile again.

  If Kestrel were here, he might be fooled by Irene, but Lorenzo knew exactly what kind of person the woman in front of him was.

   "Then change the subject."

  "Does Mr. Holmes like to chat with someone so much?" Irene asked again.

   "I just feel that the night watch is boring, and I need to work with..."

  Lorenzo lowered his head, looking at the blood in his hands.

  Still Temple...

  Based on current intelligence and Lorenzo’s guess, the existence of the Temple of Silence that the Demon Hunter has been communicating with should actually be a [gap].

  A [gap] that can only communicate in one direction.

  As for why everyone can connect with the demon hunter, the question is even simpler. Lorenzo suspects that all the demon hunters have their secret blood derived from a demon.

  A monster that is still alive today.

  There are things that Lorenzo is destined to do, such as returning to the Cathedral of San Nalo again. At the beginning of this story, there are still too many mysteries waiting for Lorenzo.

  As for the secret blood in the hand.

Lawrence’s remnant party definitely does not have the foundation of the Gospel Church. Their secret blood was extracted from the bodies of the monsters, Lorenzo didn’t know, but... maybe Lorenzo could use this secret blood as a medium. Trace its source and find the [Gap] of the demon.

   "Mr. Holmes?"

  Eileen’s voice suddenly interrupted Lorenzo’s thinking, he slowly raised his head and collected the secret blood.

"what are you doing?"

  I saw Irene raising her face with her hand rest, looking at Lorenzo intently.

   "Looking at you, even now I don't dare to think that you are so powerful, so easily killing the soldiers of the choir is still a one-sided massacre."

   "I am starting to be interested in you, Mr. Holmes."

   Irene let go of her hand, she had no self-awareness as a captive, and she treated this place as a home.

   "I have met many men, and they can be seen through by me at first glance, and they like to experience what they like, just like they were exposed to me so calmly."

  "Then you played the Kestrel like that too?" Lorenzo asked.

  "Kestrel? You mean Mr. Moon?"

  Eileen couldn't help smiling whenever she mentioned "moon".

   "No, no, he is not worth my effort. He is more cheating than an ordinary man. The things in his heart are almost directly written on his face, just like an innocent boy..."

  Speaking of this, Irene finally laughed and gestured with her hands.

   "But, such a big'boy' feels like he is teasing a child. I stretch out my hand and he will stagger over."

  Lorenzo sternly said nothing.

   "Why? I thought you would be very angry, I said that to your friend."

   Irene’s smile did not last long, and she also converged.

   "Nothing, he is that kind of person, and you are right." Lorenzo said.

"Kestrel's life is also quite distorted to a certain extent. From tumbling around in the Xiacheng district to joining the cleansing agency, I think about it carefully that he lived in a distorted world from the beginning. I have at least had it. A period of childhood that barely counts as a good childhood."

  Lorenzo recalled his experience with the Kestrel.

   "But there is no need to talk about him now, I want to ask you something else."

"What's up."

  "About Yvar."

  Lorenzo carefully observed Irene's expression while talking. Unsurprisingly, Irene had a good disguise, but when it came to Ival, her expression still changed slightly.

   Irene Adler.

  Lorenzo still remembers what Haibod had described as a viper.

  Under the beautiful skin is a dark and turbid core. This woman is like wearing a mask that cannot be taken off. No one can see her true face.

  Hybod also said that perhaps the name Irene Adler is also false, and this woman is made up of lies and fraud.

   Talking with her will always be played around by him. Although the contact time is not long, Lorenzo sometimes feels that he has to [interval] invade to guess what this woman is thinking.

  But he didn't want to do this. Whether it was to become more like a monster, or for other reasons, Lorenzo only felt that if it was solved directly and rudely, it would be like cheating, and victory would be very meaningless.

  Just as he was fully capable of killing Moriarty at that time, he didn't want to do that. It would just kill an enemy, not completely defeat him.

   "Talk to me about everything about Yvar Rodbroek."

  Lorenzo carefully observed Irene, eager to see what Irene was hiding from the fragmented clues.

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  (End of this chapter)