Embers of Embers

Chapter 508
Mysterious silver crown.
On the day of the celebration, when Eve saw this crown, she felt that something was wrong with it. From the perspective of decoration, its workmanship was really rough and it was simply a piece of craft rubbish. Moreover, Lorenzo would not be a A person who collects decorations.
To give as a gift?It’s not quite right. Although Lorenzo is poor, he doesn’t give such a thing. Did someone else give it to Lorenzo?It's not like that, if he really knew Lorenzo, he should have given him a knife and a sword, and at the very least, a bottle of beer.
Its existence was too abrupt and strange, but the doubts at that time were washed away by joy. Seeing Lorenzo, he didn't want to say anything more, so Eve didn't ask any more questions until she saw it again.
"Thief?"
Eve looked at the woman unkindly. In her opinion, the crown on the woman's head belonged to Lorenzo. She didn't know where the woman had turned it out from, but she still wore it on her head.
No, Eve couldn't remember the details of the crown, but she remembered that Lorenzo's crown was not that badly worn, and the surface was as shiny as a mirror, while the crown on the woman's head was full of scratches, and there were stains in the gaps. Look. I have been wearing it for a long time and have gone through many hardships with women.
"Two crowns... did you give Lorenzo the one?"
Eve realized this. Lorenzo's crown came from the woman in front of her. Maybe she really underestimated Lorenzo. Besides this old Dunling, he still had some people who could be considered friends.
"So Lorenzo received the crown?"
The woman also calmed down. After hearing the news from Eve, she seemed much more relieved and let out a long sigh.
"Yes, he received it, so who are you?"
Eve's hostility to women has diminished slightly, but she hasn't completely let down her guard yet.
She still remembers Lorenzo's complicated network of relationships. Friends may turn into enemies in the next second. She also remembers the great enemy named Lawrence. She never imagined that such a madman was once Lorenzo's mentor. I thought there would be some plot about respecting teachers, but as soon as the two met, they stabbed each other to show their friendship.
Watson didn't speak, she stared at Eve, thinking about something.
During the days when he was walking with Lorenzo, Watson knew very well what kind of girl Eve was. Hidden under her mortal body was a heart yearning for danger, like a moth flying into the flame, but she was not chasing the light. She was longing for the momentary warmth that passed by the fireworks.
Watson cannot tell anything about everything she knows, not a single word. Once Eve knows, she will also be on the blacklist of the silent ones. To protect Eve, she can only maintain absolute silence. To avoid revealing any information that might lead to murder.
"You don't need to know, tell me where he is?"
Watson said slowly.
"How should I believe you if you don't say anything?"
Eve held the folding knife and looked at Watson maliciously.
Watson felt a little headache for a moment. She looked at Eve and then at the scene outside the door. The sun was setting and people were coming and going on the street.
There was some bitterness on his face, and he smiled helplessly.
"Let me rest first."
Regardless of Eve's reaction, Watson raised his head after saying this and stared at the ceiling in confusion.
Recalling this short period of experience, it is almost possible to compile a book and publish it. Watson has already thought of the title of the book, and it will be called "Watson's Crusoe".
Thinking of this, Watson himself felt that it was a bit ridiculous. Maybe he had been hanging out with Lorenzo for a long time and was really affected to some extent. His indifferent self also became somewhat neurotic.
From the moment he was chased by the Watchers, also known as the Silent Men, Watson had a really rough journey. He abruptly arrived at Old Dunling from the Holy Gospel Papal State. He also encountered several raids on the way, but he survived them all without any danger. When she came to the office exhausted, she found that Lorenzo was not at home. Judging from the environment at home, he should have been away for several days.
At that time, Watson had a rather chaotic feeling for a moment. She felt like a miserable postman who had gone through all kinds of difficulties and dangers and finally got here, only to find that the recipient had moved.
She hadn't figured out what to do next. Her will was bound to this body, which also needed to eat and rest. After a brief rest, she fell asleep on Lorenzo's bed.
Then came the situation now, Eve holding a folding knife and confronting herself.
Watson wanted to say something, but couldn't.
She somewhat understood the pain of the old pope.
The old pope knew the cursed knowledge. In order to protect more people, he had to remain silent. Faced with the people who came to inquire, he could not make any response. He could only witness their confusion and anger until Watch them embark on the same path of seeking knowledge and then die.
This is the reason why the old pope has been unwilling to tell the new pope the secret. Once he tells it, everything may get worse. If he doesn't tell it, he will be the only one who suffers and despairs. That is enough.
Watson now understands the old pope's mood to some extent. She and Eve at this moment are very similar to the old pope and the new pope at that time.
Watson also realized the confusion and collapse of the new pope at that time. He thought that the old pope was a vicious person who betrayed the church, but in fact he was a fearful keeper who had been trying to continue the evangelical church. The presence.
It was easy for the old pope to kill the new pope. All he had to do was tell everything. Those knowledge were like magic spells, and chanting them would bring disaster. But he did not do so until the new pope touched the taboo.
She still remembered that the new pope was sitting on the edge of the Well of Ascension. He lowered his head and looked into the dark well, not knowing what he was thinking.
Too much happened in one day. His secret-seeking fury was extinguished by the death of the old pope. At that time, he said that compared with the old pope, he was the most damned guy. He crossed the fence. , summoning disaster.
What is even more despairing is the so-called secret, the truth of the world, the doomed doom, and the never-ending reincarnation.
Seeing the confused and confused new pope, Watson also decided to leave at that time. This iron-like man had been shaken. The secret of the old pope subverted his cognition and rage, and he became extremely ridiculous.
The new pope’s hatred for the old pope had been accumulating for who knows how long, but in the end he discovered that the old pope was the one who had been trying to protect him and everyone. For the new pope, this was really a great irony, just like The truth of Advent is equally dramatic.
Everyone is toyed with by the so-called fate, and they look the worst to please the smile of fate.
Watson wasn't sure if he would survive, but she knew she couldn't bet on the new pope anymore.
The reason why she left Lorenzo was because she hoped that another person could take on this. Lorenzo had done enough for all of this, and there was no need for him to pay anything more. But like a curse, Watson finally Still came back.
"Eve, tell me, where is he?"
Watson said weakly, she realized that this seemed to be the first communication between her and Eve, but she didn't expect it to unfold like this.
"You know my name?"
Eve felt that all this seemed more and more weird.
"Not only do I know you, I also know Shrike, Blue Jade, Joey, Kestrel..."
One name after another came to mind. During the time he spent with Lorenzo, these memories seemed to have been experienced by Watson himself.Listening to these names, Eve's expression became more complicated.
"I am Lorenzo's friend, I have no animosity.
Knowledge is cursed. "
Watson said she hoped Eve would understand.
Eve's expression was stunned. Of course she understood the meaning of this sentence. The curse restricted people's communication and understanding.
"In other words, what I want to ask about involves a curse, right?"
Watson nodded, but did not speak.
Do you want to believe this woman?Is she trustworthy?Could she be deceiving herself?
Eve's mind was slightly shaken, her eyes widened, and she was in trouble unknowingly. This was just Watson's one-sided statement. Her appearance itself was extremely weird, and Eve couldn't believe it completely. Watson, and Watson, in order to protect Eve, could not explain all the information to her.
It's like a hedgehog and a rabbit. The hedgehog wants to protect the rabbit, but the rabbit is afraid of the hedgehog's spikes. The hedgehog wants to give the rabbit a hug to express his kindness, but he can't do this because of his own spikes.
Human beings are bound by such shackles, struggling painfully in reincarnation, constantly forgetting, and then paying blood again to remember it.
The folding knife trembled slightly, and Eve fell into hesitation when faced with the information that she didn't know whether it was true or false.
Watching Eve struggling, Watson was tired.
During the trip, she also thought about what she would do if she fell into the same predicament as the old pope, where she could not deliver the message and others could not understand her. What would she do if she really ended up in that situation?
Watson couldn't figure it out, so he was now in a similar situation to the old Pope.
She began to get fed up. After all, Watson was no longer a human being. What had been driving her was the only desire left in her heart and a trace of humanity that was about to be wiped out.
Watson had no time to chat, let alone develop a relationship with Eve, tell her riddles to try to let her know what he was going to do. The information Watson needed was in Eve's mind. As long as he invaded her, Watson would She can know everything when she is alive. As long as she is fast enough and reduces the intensity of the erosion as much as possible, she still has a chance to escape the pursuit of the Silent Ones.
Although it might kill Eve.
[Yeah, after all, you and Eve are two people who have no connection. You know everything about Eve, but this is only seen through Lorenzo’s eyes. You are an outsider yourself, and no one knows you. The presence. 】
There was a sound echoing in my ears, as if a crowd were whispering.
Ever since she gained some forbidden knowledge in the [gap] of the old pope, Watson has always been able to hallucinate something. She feels that this should not be the so-called corrosive influence, because she herself is a source of corrosiveness and the source of creating monsters.
Thinking of this, she felt the trick of fate even more. After chasing the source for so long, she was surprised to find that she seemed to be one of the sources of this disaster.
Fate laughed at everyone, whether it was Watson or the new Pope.
[Eve is not important. 】
The voice sounded again, torturing Watson's mind.
During the long journey, this void voice became more and more intense. At first it was just a meaningless whisper, then it gradually turned into understandable vague words, and now it has become a curse that can affect decisions.
[Today is just the first official meeting between the two of you. All the friendship and so on are just casual encounters between passers-by. Compared with what you have to do, Eve's life is not worth mentioning. It can be said that You don’t need to think about this at all. You have been sublimated to a transcendent existence. You have ascended to a higher existence. From a species perspective, you and Eve are like humans and their pets. . 】
[Do humans need to care what their pets think? 】
"No need, no need to think about this."
She murmured in response to the disembodied voice.
Watson is no longer 016, she is Watson, a deformed and twisted existence.
She has already embarked on the road of sublimation, rising to that inhuman existence. Mortal ethics can no longer restrain her. It is even said that the so-called human nature is a burden to Watson.
There is something rising in the depths of the will. It wakes up from its long sleep in the cradle, stretches out its claws, touches Watson gently, and watches all this happen with an evil smile.
It is a dirty thing originating from the depths of the soul, an indescribable, unknowable, and untouchable existence. The dark liquid is rolling and surging, in which bones and flesh proliferate and die.
Under the protection of the shadow, it whispered softly in Watson's ear.
[Yes, that’s it, join us, abandon your useless humanity, and ascend to a higher existence. 】
Watson's pupils expanded slightly.
There were too many heavy things binding Watson's soul, leaving her to step on this filthy land, but as long as...just abandon them all.
First his cowardly flesh and blood, then his ridiculous name, then his meaningless emotions, and finally his humanity is completely wiped out...
【Upgrade to a greater existence! 】
The evil and ferocious voice was like a flock of crows wailing in his ears, urging Watson to make a decision.
"Sorry, Eve."
Putting his hand on the crown, Watson's eyes were dull and he tried to take it off. Eve also witnessed all this, and for a moment, she felt an inexplicable sense of fear in her heart. It seemed that something terrible would happen when Watson took off the crown. thing.
Eve didn't know what would happen, but she clearly felt the burst of fear. Countless voices screamed in her mind, urging Eve to escape, but her body had already been captured by an unknown force, and her muscles stiffened into A mass unable to move.
Something is coming, originating from the darkness deep in the soul, a filthy thing spurned by everything in the world. It squirms and grows in the shadow of God until it becomes powerful enough to shroud the silent night in everyone's mind. above the body.
Watson's hand lifted the crown above his head, and his bound will was released.
(End of this chapter)