Embers of Embers

Chapter 165 Legacy
Port of Rendona.
As the largest and oldest port in Inverg, the port of Rendona has many stories to tell. During the Glorious War, it was captured by Gaul Nalo. When the counterattack began, it became the Royal Fleet. A supply base, after the advent of peace, it became the largest export port of Inverg, with tens of thousands of foreigners coming here every day.
Countless large ships were moored in the port, and sailors were busy among them.
Here is like a microcosm of the world, you can see people from all over the world, some merchants will come up with some unique specialties, and then sell them on the crowded streets, someone blows a special instrument, and the sound that has never been heard echoes .
Seagulls circled in the sky. This place was completely different from the old Dunling.
In an inconspicuous corner, two new visitors arrived, raising their heads and admiring the metal creation.
"So this is our next base?"
The mirror on the beak mask reflected the dark shadow. The doctor looked at the rusty ship and said with some suspicion.
Compared with other large ships parked here, this steamship can really be called bleak. Other steamships are like glamorous girls, but this is a tramp who has just crawled out of the lower city.
The epidemic doctor had seen this ship before. After the epidemic doctor took away the sacred coffin, it was this ship that picked him up from the sea, but now this ship is much more dilapidated than when the epidemic doctor saw it for the first time.
As if it had undergone some kind of baptism, someone brutally destroyed it.
If it wasn't for Dean Lawrence's affirmation, he even wondered if this big ship had just been salvaged from the bottom of the sea. The writing on the hull had been worn away by time, and the deck was also tattered. If it sailed at night, it might be misunderstood. Thought it was a ghost ship.
"Yes."
Dean Lawrence affirmed again, and then boarded the ship with the epidemic doctor.
"Despite its shabby appearance, it is actually the latest steamship, but some modifications have been made to allow it to get closer to the coast."
His hand brushed over the steel guardrail. The rust was the result of temporary chemical agents. Otherwise, it would be difficult for this new steamship to escape Yin Erweg's scrutiny and enter this sea area.
In the glorious war with Gallonalo, Inverg's naval power was extremely advanced and powerful. The royal fleet once anchored in the White Tide Strait and fired directly at the coastal defense line of Gallonalo with the huge cannon on the ship. It directly destroyed the defenses along their coast. If it were to be bombarded by artillery fire from the Royal Fleet on the ocean, the ship would not be able to hold on for long.
Dean Lawrence may be able to survive. With the power of the Holy Grail, if he is lucky, he can still swim to the shore. The only question is how long he can swim.
But the things in the boat cannot be swam, and Dean Lawrence has spent too long on these things.
He is already very old, so old that Dean Lawrence is not confident that he has much time left. Of course, if that thing can be successful, he will usher in a new life.
"Come on, Doctor Epidemic, there will be something you are interested in here."
As if promising some mysterious gift, Dean Lawrence opened the hatch as he spoke. There was a breeze blowing in the darkness, carrying the smell of blood.
"What am I interested in?"
The epidemic doctor actually became somewhat interested when he heard this. There were not many things in this world that could interest him. Looking at the darkness under the stairs, he walked down without hesitation.
He wasn't worried that Dean Lawrence would murder him. After all, they were of the same kind. Epidemic Doctor knew exactly what Dean Lawrence wanted. Of course, the premise of all this was that Epidemic Doctor also had the power to make him confident.
This is a long cooperation. He and Dean Lawrence are equal beings. A wolf will not be equal to a lamb unless the other party is also a wolf.
As it dropped, the temperature also gradually dropped, as if entering a low-temperature refrigerator. Through the dim light, the doctor could see that the inside was very neat and completely different from the outside.
As Father Lawrence said, appearances are just disguises.
The first floor looks like a warehouse, full of goods, most of which are sealed, and there is an ominous atmosphere on it, while at the other end are some living supplies, judging from that scale, it is enough for dozens of people to persevere at sea For a long time.
"It seems like you have quite a lot of assets."
The epidemic doctor pointed to the supplies and looked at Dean Lawrence.
Such a large amount of resources requires not only money, but also certain channels.
Although he is a mysterious epidemic doctor with knowledge in his mind that ordinary people cannot bear, the real life of an epidemic doctor is quite miserable.
I have lofty ideals in my heart, but ideals generally require money.
The prerequisite for achieving your ideal is to prevent yourself from starving to death, otherwise it will not be an ideal, but a delusion.
But for the epidemic doctor, having enough food is not a problem. The real difficulty is that he does not have enough funds to maintain his research.
"This should be a lot of money."
"I have lived a long time, and having some savings is not a problem."
The old man smiled. In the long years, there was enough time for Dean Lawrence to prepare and prepare everything he needed.
"I'm afraid your savings can't support these, right? Some bounties?"
The epidemic doctor asked, when he has no money, he will do some bounties. Of course, if the conditions are possible, he will also rob a bank or something. In the short term, it is enough to meet his needs, but the research is long-term, and he will go there if he is halfway through the research. Grabbing money, this greatly slowed down the progress of his scientific research.
"No, I'm just prepared."
Dean Lawrence said as he opened a sealed box. Inside were nail swords, neatly arranged.
"The status of a cardinal can bring me a lot of convenience. You have to know that in Emerald, as long as you have enough money, the priests can forgive your sins on behalf of God."
"That sounds so ironic."
The sharp cold light illuminated the mask of the epidemic doctor, and he looked at the supplies again. They must have been accumulated by Dean Lawrence for a long time... It seems that his rebellion on the night of Holy Advent was premeditated, rather than a moment. rise.
"But it is true."
He said.
"While in the Evangelical Church, although the secret blood technology has matured, we still have not given up on the development of technology. With the funding of the Medici family, many researches that cannot be made public are carried out in secret."
At that time, the evangelical church still had a very high influence in the Western world. During the long development, the church and the family continued to merge, and in the end they were indistinguishable from each other. If you carefully check those famous families, you will find that several bishops and even the pope were From it.
"Those civilians will pay expensive money to bury their family members in the church cemetery, but they do not know that those bodies will be exhumed and transported away, and then added to new research."
"According to the doctrine, it is sacrilegious to dissect the dead, but under the sacred church, there are corpses that have been completely dismembered."
Dean Lawrence closed the box and flipped the switch, and the dim light illuminated the remaining dark part.
"Faith is really an efficient money-making machine, but I am no longer a cardinal, so these assets will be used less."
In order to show their loyalty to God, many large families are willing to pay a high price in exchange for the Pope's smile.
Looking at those supplies, the epidemic doctor couldn't help but be stunned.
"In other words, if necessary, should we rob a bank?"
"That's not necessary, Doctor Epidemic."
Dean Lawrence opened the downward door.
"There will always be people who want to fund this great cause of ours, not to mention that the two of us still don't have enough people."
No matter how powerful Dean Lawrence and the plague doctor are, their numbers are still too small. They have no backup supplies and no logistics line to assist them. They are like two wanted desperadoes, fighting and evading until they die. In a deserted alley.
"Is there someone new joining the team?"
A somewhat cheerful voice came from under the mask, and the doctor was a little curious about what kind of monster would join this big ship of death.
"Probably, I have already established a connection with those remnants. I gave them the power to compete with the fire gun. They worked hard for me, and by the way, they could also experiment with the power of the newly made secret blood. This is very suitable."
He casually revealed his plot.
"Those remnants?"
The epidemic doctor also heard about the remnants in the south, but he did not expect that Reverend Lawrence would contact them.
"They are easy to control. They don't belong to Inlvig, and they are not recognized by Gaulnalo. They are people caught in the two worlds, living in the pitiful gap... just like demon hunters."
He does not belong to monsters and is different from humans.
"I have been planning this for a long time, so long that sometimes when I think about it, I can't help but sigh that it has been so long."
Dean Lawrence in front said lightly that he is also a person driven by goals. Sometimes he will even abandon the concept of himself as a "human" for the sake of goals and completely sink into it.
"I spent a long time preparing these secretly, but... people are different after all, just like the so-called talent."
Dean Lawrence stopped and turned back to look at the epidemic doctor, with surprise and a bit of envy in his eyes.
"I may be particularly talented at hunting monsters. After all, I have become a dean."
He said with a bit of a smile.
"But I still think you are better, Doctor Epidemic. My talent is really nothing compared to yours."
"My talent?"
Doctor Bing thought it was him who was praising himself, but this sudden compliment made Doctor Bing a little confused.
"Yeah, your biological 'gift'."
Dean Lawrence continued.
"At most I am a warrior. I can change a battle or a war, but I cannot change the world."
Looking down at the skin aged by time, his voice was a bit pessimistic.
"How long can I fight? It's been a hundred years, but with my death these will all disappear, but it's different for a scholar like you."
"Although you are not the same as a normal scholar."
"But even if you die, your research will continue to be passed down and continue to change the world."
Listening to the roar that faintly echoed in the cabin, Dean Lawrence confided.
"Just like the man who invented the steam engine, he has been dead for too long, but his research is still changing the world to this day."
"Swords and armor were replaced by machinery and steam. Steamships, which were several times faster than sailing ships, opened up new sea areas. Railways connected every city, shortening the distance between the world under human feet."
"If the world is a sophisticated machine, then he has pressed the accelerator key for the world... I am the one who can really feel this, Epidemic Doctor."
His cloudy eyes were full of memories of the past. Dean Lawrence had lived for too long. When he was young, the Western world was still under the control of the Evangelical Church. At that time, the steam engine was just a figment on a sketch. What decides everything is the sword in the knight's hand.
He is a ghost from a hundred years ago. His life runs through two eras. Sometimes when he closes his eyes, Dean Lawrence can still dream back to the era of iron cavalry. monster.
Remember the dead era and welcome the new era.
Listening to Dean Lawrence's unabashed praise, the doctor was in a daze. He suddenly felt a strange sense of sadness in Dean Lawrence. He had lived for too long and tried his best to deal with the sadness of life. To wield the sword, but still failed to leave any traces of himself in the torrent of that era.
"It's not a good thing to live too long, right?"
the epidemic doctor asked.
"Almost, if there is a God, death is its greatest gift."
Dean Lawrence said quietly.
"Of course, now is not the time to accept this gift. If possible, I would like to live longer, at least until I can fulfill my ideal."
As they descended, a gate blocked the way for the two of them. The epidemic doctor could clearly see that there was light frost on the gate, as if the cold winter was sealed behind it.
"Forget it, the nostalgia ends here."
Dean Lawrence turned his head, his eyes full of trust.
"Epidemic doctor, it's time to show off your talent."
As he said that, he pushed open the door. The isolated iron door was not big, but it seemed to weigh a thousand catties. Dean Lawrence pushed it slowly, until the low-temperature cold air hit his face.
"I really don't have any talent for studying this kind of organism. Even after all this time, I'm just standing still."
Dean Lawrence demonstrated real wealth and real assets for epidemic doctors.
"It's yours now."
The doctor's voice was trembling. Of course he knew what these things were, but he didn't expect them to be so mature.
There is someone who has the same idea as him. He has already achieved this step. Now he only needs the epidemic doctor to really push him forward.
"Is this... also one of your preparations?"
He looked at Dean Lawrence. For the first time, this somewhat familiar figure was blurred by mystery.
Epidemic doctors are excited and vigilant.
"Do not."
Dean Lawrence denied.
"This was the 'preparation' of the Demon Hunting Order."
"Its legacy."
(End of this chapter)