Ember Gun

  Chapter 479 Don't forget the original intention

The world is very deep, like a quiet sea. When you fall into the sea, you can feel the biting cold touching your whole body. It strangles your throat little by little, slams your lungs, and squeezes everything out. Oxygen, then drags you into the thick, dark seabed.

  You fall weakly and try to resist, but the cold water flows through your palm. You try to grasp something, but it is extremely clear in this quiet sea.

  There is nothing, no seaweed, no fish, and some just transparent water. You are falling slowly, and in the darkness there are palms stretched out soaking white, they greet you and embrace you.

Those are countless dead bodies. I don’t know how long they have existed here. Their skin has completely lost its color and turned into a gray look. With strong emotions on the withered face, it has frozen the last second before death forever. Come down.

You are howling in horror, but this will only make you die faster. The sea water pours into your mouth and nose. Your body gradually loses its strength. You can't do anything. With this sense of powerlessness, you are desperate. Die.

  You have become a member of the drowned.

Lorenzo woke up from the table abruptly, raised his knees vigorously, hit the table all of a sudden, shook the table a bit, and in his hustle and bustle, everything on the table fell off. Roll to the ground.

  Take a deep breath, Lorenzo squeezed his head vigorously, and the chill in his heart gradually dissipated.

  He had a nightmare.

Lorenzo seldom dreams, let alone nightmares. I remember that the last time he had a nightmare was when he just arrived in Old Dunling, when he used Power Gabriel for the first time, his memories were confused. Under this infection, He was entangled by nightmares for a long time, and he felt it again today.

   "It's so cold..."

  Lorenzo said sincerely.

  He fell asleep sitting at the table, the sky outside the window was bright, and the temperature of the air was not cold near early morning. With the diffuse water vapor, the scenery outside the window was obscured by the attached water vapor.

  Lorenzo picked up his note, and recorded a lot of secret knowledge on it, including the part of the tracking experiment.

  Arthur didn’t know that Lorenzo himself would write notes, otherwise he would definitely stop himself and back up this knowledge.

   Glancing at what he wrote last night, Lorenzo closed it and put it in the drawer.

  Sitting at the table for a long time, he took a cigarette and lit it, and there was a hint of brightness in the dimness.

Lorenzo's mind is a little chaotic. Although he does not have the power Shangda, he clearly feels that after so many things, countless things are happening at the same time, and they are densely piled together, just like the end of the day. Carnival.

  The end is coming.

  What a cruel news.

  Lorenzo still remembered his yelling at Lawrence, saying that he would find a better solution, but when he returned to Inervig, Lorenzo felt an unspeakable amount of powerlessness.

  Not everyone is capable of being a hero, even Lorenzo.

  Lorenzo wants to save the world, but he doesn’t know where to start. It’s just futile to hack the demon. If he doesn’t hack the demon, he will just stand in confusion. He can't save the world, or even save his bad life.

  In this way, what I said was nothing but a big line. Lawrence was actually a lot pragmatic. This madman simply created an army and tied the country to a chariot of interest.

  But...that's what happened before.

  Lorenzo stood up, stretched his muscles and bones, with a knife hidden in his eyes.

  War is not a solution, it is just a solution. Lawrence may be able to win this doomsday war. What about next time? Next time? This is an endless reincarnation, and the war just makes everything enter the next reincarnation.

  This is like what the Vikings call the Hall of Valor, repeating the twilight of the gods again and again.

  Lorenzo could not accept such an ending, and he did not want to lose to Lawrence.

   "Ah...it's crazy to think about it."

  Lorenzo couldn't help feeling a burst of unspeakable emotions for his distorted and deformed thoughts. He shook his head helplessly, as if there was no other way.

  In fact, the truth is very simple, even saying that you don’t forget your original intention.

   eradicate demons.

   set fire to the entire Hall of Valor.

   sounds a little unrealistic, but this is the best way Lorenzo can think of. Instead of dealing with this war, we will solve the root cause of this war and eradicate the existence of demons.

  Before, he had been hacking and killing demons in confusion, which was where he could not find the root, but now he found a clue, Lorenzo was far closer to that root than ever before, and it was almost tentacle close.

   "What is behind [the fence]? Queen, what are you hiding?"

  Lorenzo said and looked at the calendar nailed to the wall, a date was circled with a red line.

  The date is tomorrow. Tomorrow Lorenzo will go to meet the queen and listen to her explanation. Lorenzo has a hunch that this will not be a pleasant interview.

  Thinking so, Lorenzo heard the faint noise coming from downstairs, the sound was very slight, but it was very clear in the ears of the demon hunter.

  Someone pushed open the door of Winchester's office, and the man walked in, tiptoe like a thief.

Lorenzo can't guess who will come. Although life is colorful, most of the time is quite boring. Lorenzo will sit alone on the broken sofa at the door, sometimes smoking, sometimes drinking, just like Like the retired uncle, watching the people coming and going on the street.

But it is probably his own acquaintance. If it is a thief, Lorenzo would be happier. In his opinion, being patronized by a thief is a surprise in life. Of course, this thief probably still doesn’t know that he has fallen into a thief’s den. .

   "Cut, why are you?"

  Lorenzo went downstairs and looked at the guy. She was emptying her dirty laundry from the sofa, throwing it aside casually, and then sat down by herself.

   "Just passing by, come and see you, do you have no fixed business hours?"

  Eve looked at the terrible living environment of Lorenzo.

   "Ah...I feel like you are like a fungus that is slowly growing under moist and dark soil."

   "Thank you for the compliment."

  Lorenzo did not expect Eve to come. He turned over the messy kitchen and found that he could only entertain her with two unopened beer and the leftover pizza from yesterday.

   "Would you like some more?"

  Lorenzo sat opposite Eve as he spoke, holding up the ice-cold pizza and tightening his mouth.

   "It can't be done."

  Eve shook her head quickly. She had thought that the witcher could adapt to the harsh living environment, but she never thought that this advantage would make them like this.

   "You... won't you eat bad belly?"

   asked Eve, eating like this early in the morning, she felt uncomfortable looking at it.

   "Do you think the demon hunter will have diarrhea?"

   Lorenzo asked disdainfully.

"Ok…"

  Eve was a little helpless, but Lorenzo actually replied.

   "In fact, it will, but I don't know exactly what's going on. It's probably strange things that will cause diarrhea if you eat too much...but these things are more than enough."

  Lorenzo took the tablecloth, wiped his mouth, and then tossed it aside and fell into the trash. As for when Lorenzo will find it next time, it is probably unknown.

  "So, what's the matter with the respectable Miss Eve Phoenix coming here? Entrusted service? My charge is very expensive."

  Lorenzo suddenly became serious.

   "I remember the last time you commissioned, you should have made a lot of money, so you can't clean up here."

  Eve smelled the sour smell in the air, which reminded her of the smelly water ditch in Xiacheng.

   "No way, I have a lot of industries, and I use them all for investment."

   "Invest? What to invest in?"

  Eve was surprised, never thought that Lorenzo actually had such an economic acumen. In her opinion, Lorenzo belonged to the rich and he was so happy, and then went to find a job in a desperate manner.

  Lorenzo thought for a moment.

  "Invest in the future."

"future?"

   "Yes, in the future," Lorenzo was too lazy to explain anything, and then he asked, "So what's the matter? Eve."

   "I said, just passing by, this kind of thing is normal? Passing by a friend's house, just have time, just come in and interrupt."

Eve did not hesitate to say so much, and put his legs on the sofa, and in a blink of an eye he changed from a noble member to a good brother who mixed with Lorenzo in the city. This posture seemed to be facing Luo in the next second. Renzo said, "Hey brother, I think the Shrike has been upset for a long time, or we will do him and be the boss by ourselves" or something.

   "No, no, I feel that passing by is secondary, and interruption is the main thing."

  Eve’s kind words, Lorenzo sounded bad.

  Eve was too lazy to explain anything, and asked straightforwardly.

   "Did something happen to the removal of organs recently?"

"what happened?"

"Recently, the atmosphere is not quite right. It's very depressive. It seems like everyone is going to die." Eve was a little sad. "It's mainly Arthur. He looks... very complicated. I haven't seen him so energetic for a long time. , But his eyes hide the fear of death."

   "So you came here to ask these questions?"

  Lorenzo hesitated, then said slowly.

   "You should be a regular one, Eve?"

  Eve nodded, clasped her legs tightly with both hands, and squatted on the sofa.

  "I’ve got a full conversion, thanks to you, I’m probably the one with the best resume among the newcomers...participated in the assassination of the Orthodox Pope, and by the way, I bombed the entire port of Maruri. I might become a war hero in the war years."

   "Heroes are not so good to be a hero, and you have become a regular, you should also be clear about the rules for the elimination of agencies, right?"

  Lorenzo's tone was harsh, as if he was criticizing Eve.

  Eve probably thought of what Lorenzo was about to say, and fell silent.

"Different classes know the information of different classes and bear the responsibilities of different classes." Lorenzo said, "Eve, this is a war, an endless war, and all soldiers have to do is to obey orders. I know you Worry about it, but first you are a soldier and you need to comply with these."

   "I... I get it."

  Eve sighed, she whispered, probably because she had expected it in her heart, Lorenzo's reaction was unexpected.

  Although the guy in front of him is a bit crazy and his life is in a mess, Lorenzo is indeed an extremely reliable expert when it comes to demons.

   "Actually, I still think too naively. I have personally experienced this and found that it is not so easy. It will kill a lot of people and suffer a lot."

   "But at least you are a lot better than when I first met you."

Lorenzo remembered the incomparable accidental coincidence in the past. Sometimes Lorenzo would think it was a trick of fate. He hadn't touched this dark side after living in Old Dunling for so long, but from that day on, it was like Like the opening of the prom, everything went crazy.

"At that time, you would tremble and fear in the face of demons. Without me, you would have died in that dark tunnel. But now you can not only give the demons a few knives, but you will even pull out the swords and wipe them without changing their faces. One rub."

  Lorenzo encouraged her.

"This is a good sign, Eve. No one is born as a witcher. Everyone is a mortal and an apprentice. They become stronger a little bit. If you want to know this, then try to climb up, if you can inherit' In the name of Arthur, all secrets are no longer secrets to you."

   "But there are always secrets I don't know." Eve said.

  Lorenzo was silent for a moment, and then said.

   "Then keep climbing, to the highest point, until there is no one on top of your head."

   "It sounds tired, so forget it."

  Eve flipped through his bag. This guy seemed to be on a day off, and he had no sense of urgency to go to work.

  "This is your telegram. I got it from a courier when I came."

  Eve said and handed Lorenzo the envelope.

This is an era in which information exchange is very developed. Once people wanted to bring stories from one place to other places, they needed horse-drawn carriages to travel day and night, and word of mouth between people. But now it’s different. Railroad tracks are full. In the territory of mankind, telephone lines are entrenched between cities like dense forests.

However, the fastest way to exchange information is still the telegram. It is the responsibility of the telegraph bureaus in each region. It conveys information to the recipient just like sending a letter. However, because of the slow development of electricity and the current small scope of application, the telegraph is This is an extremely expensive way of communicating information, and ordinary people rarely use it.

   "Huh? Who would send me this kind of thing?"

  Lorenzo is a little confused. The telegram is only used when it is very urgent. Generally, everyone chooses to send a letter, and the premise of these is that the distance between the two is far enough.

   "Your friend?" Eve said.

  "Do you think I have friends besides Old Dunling?"

  Lorenzo said lightly, listening to his words, Eve suddenly felt that Lorenzo was a little pitiful.

   "It's miserable..."

"what are you saying?"

"nothing."

  Eve shut up wittily.

  Lorenzo opened the envelope and turned over the paper.

   is very interesting. Telegram counts money by character, so everyone's words are as short as possible, but the paper is full of handwriting, but these did not attract Lorenzo's attention. What really stopped him was the name below.

  Watson.

  (End of this chapter)