Ember Gun

  Chapter 60 Dream Bubbles

It seems that you have fallen into the deepest ocean, no matter how hoarse you struggle, your voice can only reverberate in this quiet water, no one can hear your existence, just fall like this, until the long and far-reaching, Even the memory no longer exists.

  Lorenzo slowly opened his eyes, and there was a quiet street in front of him. People dressed in decent dresses held hands with each other, smiled and spread, enjoying the tranquility under the moonlight.

  Some poets sang in the street, played music, and told a dusty story.

   Feeling very tired, Lorenzo turned his head, dressed in a white robe, and a silver cross hung on his chest. People around him cast respectful eyes on him.

   "You will catch a cold if you fall asleep here."

There was a voice, and the white-haired man sat beside him, with the vicissitudes of middle-aged people on his face. He was wearing a robe like Lorenzo, except that he was bright red and he was favored by the sacred. man of.

  The pedestrians on the side of the road paid respect to him, bowed their heads slightly, and murmured in prayer.

   "Master Lawrence?"

  Looking at this familiar old man, Lorenzo felt strange for a while, and he didn't seem to expect to see him after so many years.

   "Wait... Is this Fei Lengcui?"

He suddenly realized the difference in the situation, and stood up with his head in his hands. Lorenzo looked around. Although the memory of being here has been blurred, he still found a sense of familiarity from the heavy buildings. .

   is there, the place where he was born, obviously he has left here, but I don't know how long Lorenzo returned to the original place.

   "You seem to have a long dream, which almost makes you forget yourself."

  Master Lawrence seemed to see Lorenzo’s confusion. He was the servant of God and the leader of the Demon Squad, and he broke Lorenzo’s confusion at a glance.

   "You mean... a dream?"

  Lorenzo tasted this vocabulary and still seemed to be a little bit unbelievable.

"Yes, you are a person who has received [God Baptism]. What should you have gained from that sacred baptism? As I said then, those memories that do not belong to you will always follow you, some It’s good for you, and some will interfere with your judgment."

  Lawrence has a faint smile. He always feels like a spring breeze. Even without the red robe that symbolizes status, you will think that he is a sage the first time you see him.

  "I have had dreams that almost make it impossible for me to distinguish reality from illusion. I am as confused as you are, but time will give the answer, no matter what the problem is."

   "Like that **** 42?"

  Listening to Master Lawrence’s chicken soup for the soul, Lorenzo again remembered the story written in the image carrier called the movie in the depths of his memory.

  The ultimate in all the world is 42, a number that seems meaningful and meaningless. In short, Lorenzo can't understand all of this, so he can only understand this memory as an absurd story.

  He didn’t know if the other benefactors also had this kind of nonsense, but at least Lorenzo learned of the existence of the universe based on that broken memory.

   "42? You mean something in your own memory, right."

Lawrence smiled kindly. Every demon hunter has been baptized, and only the baptism of the gods can further specialize their will to resist the erosion of demons, but the same will bring some side effects, such as some It’s not their own memory, no one knows where these things came from, and there is no definite answer within the cult.

   "Probably... Then what have you ever dreamed of, Master?"

Lorenzo asked faintly, he couldn't remember this blessing ceremony, his memory was a vague ball, only remembering that he had stepped into the gleaming pool, and then he got out of it. Memory and erosion resistance.

   "A lot, but I am old and I almost forgot."

  I don’t know if I really forgot or didn’t want to answer, Master Lawrence avoided this question.

   "I look forward to the world in your memory when you were young. It is very different from ours here. There are no demons, no wars, and peace. Everyone can get what he wants."

  Recounting the memories that had turned yellow, he was filled with nostalgia and emotion.

"But then I walked for a long time and set foot in many places in the world, but I couldn't find them. Later I realized that it was just a vain bubble. Although it is sad, it is used to comfort. good."

  Lorenzo nodded seemingly, looked at the familiar face, tried to look at it a few more times, and remembered his appearance.

   "Okay, don't think about it so much. Today is the great day. The Pope is waiting for us at the Seven Hills. The execution of the old age is about to begin. Every demon hunter needs to be there."

  Lawrence patted Lorenzo on the shoulder as he spoke, and at the same time a luxurious carriage was slowly stopping in front of the two of them.

  The car door opened to greet the two of them. Without thinking too much, Lorenzo and Master Lawrence boarded.

  Besides Fei Lengcui, where the seven hills are located, as the center of faith, only believers and churches can be allowed there. Therefore, the basic circulation there depends on Fei Lengcui, just like worms parasitic on this city.

  The water of the Tiber River flows through it, and the carriage runs fast along the shore.

  The carriage has a lot of space. It is not so much a carriage as a mobile office. Behind the elongated carriage is a stack of documents, which the assistant arranges on the desktop for inspection.

   "Well, do you know our northern country?"

  Master Lawrence looked at the file with thick glasses and suddenly asked.

   "North? You mean Inervig?"

  The only thing Lorenzo remembered for the first time was that city, the city where he had lived in his dream for six years. Everything was so real, as if Lorenzo was still there a few minutes ago.

"Yes, after his war with Gallunaro, steam technology has been improved again and again. In order not to be targeted by us alone, the Queen Victoria generously shared the steam technology with other countries and tied them to the steam chariot. .

  Now steam technology has been rising in other countries, and even the mysterious Jiuxia has received their technical assistance. "

  Master Lawrence put down the file, and he looked directly at Lorenzo in a cold tone.

   "They are all jealous of the church, trying to use steam technology to throw us away. Now we can maintain a delicate balance with each other, but no one knows what will happen next."

  Lorenzo seemed to hear the overtones, and he asked tentatively.

  "What are you...what will the church do?"

   "This is what we are going to talk about tonight."

  Master Lawrence has a mysterious look with a sense of detachment.

   "But tonight is not..."

  Lorenzo's eyes were slightly stagnant, he suddenly remembered, he remembered what would happen tonight, the carnival that many people were expecting.

   "Isn't this a good day?"

  Master Lawrence smiled, with fanaticism hidden under his cold eyes.

   "End an old era and open up a brand new new era."

Lorenzo finally remembered what happened during this day. The news circulated in the Demon Hunting Order a few months ago that the Order has captured the last demon, and they will execute the last demon tonight. This announces the end of the old era and the arrival of a new era.

   "Then...what about us?"

  Lorenzo raised his head to look at Master Lawrence, with a confused look in his eyes that he had never had before.

   "If the last demon dies, is there still a need for us demon hunters?"

   He whispered, as if he was questioning Master Lawrence, and he seemed to be asking himself, the final choice on this confused road.

  It is precisely because of death that life is precious, and because of the terrible darkness, the light is full of hope.

  All things are mutually opposed and dependent, so what about the Demon Hunter? When the demon is exhausted, where should the demon hunter go?

   "There will always be a way."

  Master Lawrence said with deep meaning.

   "No matter how the times change, we will survive tenaciously, just like a little spark, as long as it has not been extinguished, it will be enough to reignite."

So the rising whispers and prayers filled Lorenzo’s ears. The huge and majestic city was constantly enlarged before his eyes. It seemed to be alive. Countless believers gathered in the square to sing its existence. The evil breaths gathered together, and the warm white mist continued to rise, as if the city was breathing together.

The tall Templar knight guarded every intersection. He was wearing a sophisticated armor and a sharp sword around his waist. The heavy and huge fire blunder was guarded by them on his chest. It can be easily hit by a frontal shot. Wear steel plate.

  Looking at everything that was so familiar, the carriage took him dashing by, straight forward, across the long red carpet, and arrived at the most sacred center.

First of all, I’m sorry, the internship status has not been adjusted at the beginning of the past few days. The code word can only be reached at 8 o’clock every day. Then, with the severe insomnia in the past few days, I slept for two hours on the high-intensity line in these two days. Today I This state can only be changed. Wait a few hours after I wake up to make up, and then there are some that will be on the shelves this Friday, and I will wait until I wake up later.

  (End of this chapter)