Embers of Embers

Chapter 117 The Baron
The dark carriage slowly stopped in front of a mansion. Lorenzo sat in the car and looked through the window, and the exquisite prosperity came into view.
After careful screening, Lorenzo identified a baron as his target. His name was Abel. Because of the wealth left by his father's business, although he was an incompetent person, he still lived in the old Dunling. An enviable luxurious life.
The reason why Lorenzo identified him was because the baron's private life was very irregular. It was reported that he had had several wives, not to mention countless lovers. Of course, this did not mean anything. What really made Lorenzo The reason for targeting him was his wives.
According to the information provided by Shrike, Baron Abel had had several contacts with Hughes before. He hired many survivors from Nalo in southern Gaul at a particularly cheap price, which was different from the expected discrimination. , some of those remnants became Abel's wives, but most of them died shortly after.
Several wives and lovers, Lorenzo could make up a long article of tens of thousands of words in an instant. If he is really the next person to take revenge from the devil, then all of this can be explained clearly.
A poor girl came to Old Dunling in order to make a living, and died miserably under the pressure of the baron. So her admirers did not hesitate to turn into monsters to pursue Old Dunling for revenge... A clichéd love story, but it has great significance. possible.
"The financial situation of Baron Abel has been declining. He is reluctant to live a luxurious life, but he cannot afford those expensive commissions, so most of his servants are the remnants... This situation is very common, they are weak Groups, in their hands, those people are like slaves hundreds of years ago."
Shrike said calmly, he didn't want to mention this. This was Yin Erweg's dark side, and even he would feel depressed and sad.
"He shouldn't be the only one who hires survivors, right?"
Lorenzo asked.
"Yes, but the more important reason is that Baron Abel's wife passed away recently. If the demon is really as clichéd a love story as you think, then it must be because of his wife."
"The woman I admired died so mysteriously... This may be a reason to become a monster. Of course, we should talk to the baron before making a formal decision."
Lorenzo pushed open the car door and strode out. Behind the purge mechanism was the entire Inverge. It couldn't be easier to break into a baron's home.
Shrike walked in front, but this time he was not wearing a mask. After all, compared to his true appearance, what really makes people remember "Shrike" is the mask. When he takes off the mask, he looks like a nobody, and no one can think of him. The ruler of Lower City would look like this.
Joey followed the two of them, and the group pushed open the iron gate of the mansion.
As Shrike Intelligence said, the economic situation of Baron Abel was obviously not very optimistic. When he came in, he felt empty. Lorenzo couldn't even see a few servants. Weeds were everywhere, and it looked so empty. The baron spent all his spare money on pleasure.
"Do you think he will cooperate with us?"
During the march, Lorenzo suddenly thought of this and asked the shrike.
Although he hadn't met Baron Abel yet, a disgusting character had already appeared in Lorenzo's mind. He asked about Shrike, but secretly he had already tightened his hand on Winchester.
In Lorenzo's short career, he met many people, good people, bad people, adults, minors, men in skirts, women in bow ties, and many strange people.
There is an old saying that goes well, hundreds of people have different attitudes, but Lorenzo feels that no matter what the personality of that person is, or the language is different, there is at least one thing that is common to human beings and all life.
That is fear.
The fear of death is an international lingua franca.
It seems that he sensed Lorenzo's malice. Thinking about it, even if all this guessing is wrong and has nothing to do with Baron Abel, his damn behavior still makes Lorenzo disgusted. Sometimes this detective will not do anything at all. Concealing ill will towards others.
"He will cooperate with us, and even said that if necessary, half of the nobles in Old Dunling will obey our words."
Under Lorenzo's suspicious eyes, Shrike was extremely confident.
Shrike is the master of Lower Town, but in fact he is just a puppet. The real ruler of Lower Town is the purge agency, Queen Victoria who lives in the Platinum Palace.
Countless nobles from Old Dunling have gone to the lower city, and everything they do will be strictly recorded by Shrike. It will be a handle to control them when necessary, and evidence for trial.
"If that Baron Abel doesn't want to lose this noble title, then he'd better recruit him truthfully."
Shrike smiled slightly, but that smile was chilling.
On the surface, the nobles dominate Old Dunling, but in fact, the power of control has always been firmly in the hands of Queen Victoria.
Lorenzo glanced at Shrike and couldn't help but feel that these political people had bad hearts, but at the same time he had a new understanding of this machine called the state.
Behind the purification mechanism is the entire Inverge, and this country possesses the most complete and powerful industrial technology in the world today. What Lorenzo sees now is far from the essence of this world. There is something hidden in the darkness. There are more dangerous things, but now is not the time for them to appear.
Pushing open another big door, no one even stopped Lorenzo. The aroma of wine and luxury hit his face, and the smell of wealth was rolling in the entire air. It was so rich that it was almost nauseating.
"It looks like this baron is much more extravagant than we thought... It's really enviable."
Looking at the white body lying across the carpet and sofa, Lorenzo said with envy or ridicule.
Shrike glanced sideways at Lorenzo, then coughed hard.
The flame in the fireplace has been extinguished, and only the embers are still emitting a slight heat. The winter in Old Dunling is very cold, and those white bodies look like they have slept here all night. I don’t know how much wine they drank. I haven't woken up from the cold yet.
The heavy coughing sound obviously failed to wake these people up. Lorenzo lifted the Winchester with some helplessness, and before the shrike could stop him, he pulled the trigger. The thunderous gunshot woke them up instantly. Everyone.
The girls were wrapped in blankets and drowsy. They didn't seem to understand what was going on, but then they saw these death-like men in black standing at the door, and then they let out ear-piercing screams and fled wrapped in blankets.
"What's the matter?"
The man lazily climbed up from the sofa, cursing all over, but soon a cold touch came from his forehead, and his sleepy eyes slowly opened, and then he woke up completely.
Lorenzo asked with a look of disgust as Winchester pressed his forehead.
"Lord Abel?"
Abel nodded vigorously, he didn't even have time to lift up his pants.
(End of this chapter)