Embers of Embers

Chapter 157 The dog barks
hound……
Lorenzo, fully armed, was leaning against the window, which was the highest point of the mansion, overlooking the overall situation outside.
The territory of the Stuart family is in the south, and there is no fiefdom in the old Dunling, so Seliu lives in a mansion in the inner city. This was originally the temporary residence of the Duke of Stuart to meet the Queen, because Because he had to wait for the inheritance ceremony and other reasons, Seliu lived here for a long time.
Lorenzo has always felt that an old castle manor in the wilderness is the most suitable for horror stories to take place. Under those terrain conditions, the interior and exterior are in a relatively closed state, like a secret room, but this secret room is a bit too huge. .
But now the story is about to take place in the inner city, running inside is the garrison of the Praetorian Guards, running outside is Cork Street, if you run faster, Lorenzo can still pull this dispensable investor To meet the company she invested in, in that fortress-like mechanical courtyard, not to mention the weird hounds, I am afraid that even the monsters will be melted by the fire in an instant.
Picking up the Winchester on the side, Lorenzo filled the ammunition into it one after another, making a soft sound as the metals collided with each other.The single warhead made entirely of holy silver is placed close to the body. This is his big killing weapon.
As he prepared his weapons, Lorenzo considered his stock of weapons.
The nail sword was damaged in the battle with the demon. Looking at the situation tonight, Lorenzo did not have time to go back to Cork Street to get a new one.In fact, the weapon is not important, but the holy silver is important. In the final analysis, the special feature of the nailed sword is just that it is coated with a layer of holy silver.
This mysterious metal that can suppress demons is used less and less, and Lorenzo is beginning to have some headaches. Although Merlin is trying to analyze the composition of holy silver and try to imitate it, Lorenzo is not convinced about it. Too much hope.
The things of the Evangelical Church always gave him a strange feeling, as if they could not be imitated. They had mastered a certain core technology. Before mastering that thing, everything the others did was just a poor imitation.
After arranging the weapons, Lorenzo picked up the knight's sword. After the emergence of modern rifles, this cold weapon has become a status symbol rather than a weapon, but for demons, this thing will never go out of style. .
"So are you quiet now? Lorenzo."
A voice suddenly sounded from the other side, and there was another person in the dark room.
Seleu was lying on the bed in his pajamas and said to Lorenzo who kept making noises.
"I'm protecting you."
"But I need to sleep too."
Seleu replied.
The girl looked tired. As she was about to fall asleep, her indifferent face finally relaxed. She was just an ordinary person. Unlike Lorenzo, as a demon hunter, his willpower allowed him to carry out high-intensity day and night work. In the battle, knowing that there was an enemy, Lorenzo didn't feel sleepy, and was even a little excited.
It's like a conditioned reflex. People will salivate when they smell delicious food, and demon hunters will get excited when they smell traces of monsters.
After a short discussion, Lorenzo decided to stay and meet the mysterious hound for a while. In order to ensure that nothing unexpected happened, Lorenzo stayed here temporarily.
"Okay, okay, I hope you don't sleep too hard."
Lorenzo said, putting away his weapon and standing up.
At this moment, Yawei was patrolling the mansion with a shotgun, and Lorenzo was responsible for protecting her from a close distance. The strange curse brought with it a crazy illusion. No one knew whether the hound would really come, or whether the hound would really come. Or how it will appear.
No one knows, waiting is the best answer.
The demon hunter melted into the darkness of the room, making no sound. If it weren't for the extremely quiet sound, another faint breathing could be vaguely distinguished, Seleu would even think that he was the only one left here.
Lorenzo knelt on the ground, with Winchester and the knight's sword placed across his knees. He closed his eyes, and his perception spread to the maximum, like flood water. Seeping out, little by little, little by little...spreading to the limit of the range.
After the silence came endless sounds.
The sound of street steam gushing out of pipes, the ticking of the clock, Yawei's heavy footsteps, and Seleu's light breathing and heartbeat.
"Lorenzo?"
The girl suddenly made another voice in the darkness.
"what happened?"
Lorenzo opened his eyes. She did not close the curtains, and the light from the outside came in. Lorenzo could barely distinguish her appearance.
"I suddenly couldn't sleep."
"You're not asking me to read you some damn bedtime book, are you?"
Lorenzo frowned.
The girl smiled a little at this.
"How is that possible? Are you talking about bedtime reading, The Witcher and the Seven Damn Monsters?"
Seleu teased.
"The witcher is hunting down seven unlucky monsters. Don't do this Lorenzo, it will give me nightmares."
"How about instead, I tell you about a little monster looking for his mother?"
Lorenzo followed Seleu's train of thought and started talking nonsense.
"The little monster found someone, hey! Are you my mother?"
He tightened his throat and made a high-pitched falsetto.
"Huh? I'm not your mother, kid, I'm your uncle the witcher!"
"Uncle Demon Hunter, do you know where my mother is?"
"Of course uncle knows, uncle will send you to see your mother right now."
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Lorenzo told a bad story that was not good enough. This was definitely not something a normal person would like, and the atmosphere instantly became awkward.
But in this awkward calm, there was a little more noise, as if she couldn't help it, Seleu on the opposite side let out a burst of laughter. Although she couldn't see clearly, Lorenzo guessed that she was rolling happily on the bed now.
So what’s wrong with today’s children, they all like such heck stories.
Lorenzo shook his head and couldn't help but be pessimistic about Inverg's future. Let such an unlucky child become the Duchess of Stuart?
"Do you know Lorenzo? You can be funny sometimes."
the girl boasted.
"I have to thank my acting teacher for this."
Lorenzo couldn't help but think of the days when he was studying at the Royal College of Art.
"The acting teacher was a playwright before he started teaching, and he was a big fan of comedy. In his class, as long as your performance can amuse him, you can get high marks... I always feel like he is playing tricks on us."
"What's your name?"
Lorenzo couldn't remember it, but he seemed to remember it being called Oscar or something.
It was truly a classroom where demons danced wildly.
"It's pretty good. He must be a very happy person."
Seliu said slowly.
Then everything fell into silence again, and a dark shadow blocked the dim light outside the window. Seliu subconsciously picked up the dagger under the pillow, but then a voice sounded.
"Are you afraid?"
Lorenzo stood by the bed and looked at Seleu. At such a close distance, the darkness could not hinder the demon hunter's vision.
"It doesn't count."
Seliu answered casually and put down the dagger in her hand. Judging from her skillful skills, it was not just a day or two that this thing was hidden under the pillow.
"Selu, have you ever heard of such a saying?"
Lorenzo asked suddenly.
"what?"
“It is difficult for a healer to heal himself.”
Before Seliu could think about it, Lorenzo suddenly sat down on the bed. Seliu subconsciously grabbed the quilt and was about to call Yawei to come in and kill this lunatic with a shot, but then a hand shot accurately in the darkness. He pinched her face.
As if to crush that indifferent defense, the pain was so painful that Seriu couldn't resist.
"So isn't this good?"
Lorenzo studied the girl in the darkness.
"You can laugh, cry, and even tell cold jokes... This is much more comfortable than your usual cold demeanor."
As if holding a grudge, Lorenzo found his opportunity to strike back.
"I'm talking about Seliu, you can see through a person so easily, then... do you know yourself?"
"Because of the demon, I may be a little 'inhuman', but why did you become like this? Your peers are much happier than you."
Lorenzo couldn't help but think of Eve. There wasn't much age difference between the two of them, so they couldn't help but compare.
"Or is the cloud of childhood so serious that even Stuart's glory cannot make you forget it?"
Seleu trembled slightly, she raised her head and looked at the dark silhouette, she knew exactly what Lorenzo was talking about.
"Yes, I have taught you that without close people, the enemy will have no capital to threaten you. The more indifferent you are, the less likely others are to understand your character. I don't know what you are thinking... But this is for demon hunting. Humanly speaking, why are you like this? You are the mistress of Stuart, and 32 powerful families are your backing, so what are you afraid of? "
Lorenzo picked up the dagger, the sharp metal glowing in the darkness.
A Stuart Duke wouldn't hide a weapon under his pillow, only a street beggar would.
"Just like I taught you, hold on to whatever you can. Even a stone may be able to break the shackles."
"Do you want to crush the fear of the unknown?"
As if he could see everything clearly, the witcher opened the skylight and pulled out the girl's soul, shining it in the sunlight, transparent and clear.
"No, I just..."
Seliu wanted to say something, but suddenly his words seemed to be frozen in his throat, and nothing could be said.
She anxiously wanted to defend herself, as if it was some kind of humiliation, but contrary to her cold attitude, it was as if she had lost the function of speech. She could only utter meaningless babbles until the sudden barking of a dog sounded.
Everything seemed to be quiet, Seliu turned his head slowly, the door of the room was pushed open at some time, and then the cold wind rushed into the room with snowflakes like sharp knives.
Seliu subconsciously hugged Lorenzo tightly, but what she touched was a piece of air. She threw herself into the air and pressed her hands on the cold muddy ground. The broken ice shards reflected her like countless mirrors. That messy face.
The barking of dogs sounded again, it was the god of death chasing after him.
The girl turned around in fear, and a familiar scene appeared in her eyes. She remembered this place, a place she would never forget. In the direction of the sound, at the end of the abandoned alley, an ordinary wild dog was quietly looked at her.
The pupils were scarlet, as if they could drip blood, and then the clusters of canine teeth were crisscrossed and raised, as if they were smiling at her.
(End of this chapter)