Embers of Embers

Chapter 594 Optimism
Opening his eyes slowly, he saw the familiar ceiling, which was covered with all kinds of strange posters, some old and new, some not yet firmly attached, and a corner had fallen off, hanging stubbornly above his head, as he breathed And swaying slightly.
"Good morning."
Lorenzo was talking to himself, not knowing who he was greeting.
He was already awake, and lay lazily for a few more minutes before slowly getting up, walking to the table in his slippers, picking up the remaining bottle of wine from last night, and drank the remaining sip, but then Lorenzo He coughed loudly and dropped the bottle on the ground.
Black wine stains were all over his mouth, along with clumps of cigarette ashes.
Lorenzo was a little dizzy after drinking yesterday. He forgot that he used the wine bottle as an ashtray. The disgusting taste spread in his mouth. He tried to run to the bathroom to rinse his mouth, but ended up kicking the corner of the table.
"damn it!"
The pain from this kick made the macho man cry. He screamed and moved closer to the bathroom. Because of this kick, the table shook slightly, knocking down the firearm leaning on the table.
It fell down and lay in front of Lorenzo, tripping him.
With a thud, Lorenzo fell hard to the ground.
"Fuck! Fuck!"
The yelling continued.
It was just like moving and demolishing. Lorenzo's room was filled with constant noises and jingles. It took him a while to calm down completely. When he opened the door, Lorenzo looked tired, and this was so far away from him. It only took a few minutes to wake up.
It only takes a few bad minutes to ruin a great day.
Lorenzo walked down the dusty stairs and came to the living room on the first floor, which was his office.
The trip to the Silent Sea took him several months, and during this time, although Eve also asked people to help Lorenzo clean the room, after Lorenzo came back, those people stopped coming, so the room It was filled with dust again.
Of course, Lorenzo is also trying to change himself. For example, when he has nothing to do, he will sweep the floor and throw some garbage to the door instead of piling it in the house.
It's just that sometimes Lorenzo's attention is drawn away by other things, causing him to not pay attention to these details of life at all.
I saw that the entire living room had been roughly transformed by him. The sofa and seats were pushed aside, and a long table was placed in the center. It was piled with blueprints and some mechanical parts, and several weapons to be assembled were leaning against it.
Lorenzo walked into the kitchen, looked for the remaining sausages and bread from yesterday, picked up the plate, and walked to the long table.
Almost a month has passed since Lorenzo returned from the Sea of ​​Silence, and the tense situation in the world has continued for another month. The sword is on the string. No one knows how long this situation will last, and it may continue. In a year or half a year, the war may start tomorrow.
Forking the cold sausage, Lorenzo rummaged for something on the long table while eating, and finally found a newspaper from a few months ago, when Lorenzo was still in the Sea of ​​Silence.
"Original Sin Armor..."
Chewing food in his mouth, Lorenzo made inarticulate sounds.
In order to deter other countries and continue to delay the war, Ying Erweig exposed the third generation Original Sin Armor to the world. Judging from this crude propaganda method, this will be a war machine that revolutionizes the world.
It’s just that Lorenzo is a little worried about this. He understands Inverg’s intention, but he still feels that something is wrong.
This is a weapon used to fight monsters, but now it appears on the chessboard between people.
But... In fact, it is almost the same. All of these are human civil wars, and human history is also an evolutionary history of war.
Thinking like this, Lorenzo saw heavy ripples in his cup, and a weak shock came over him. He looked towards the window and saw a tall black shadow blocking the light.
Lorenzo ate all the remaining sausages in one gulp, walked out in gray pajamas, opened the door, filled with hot steam, and bursts of exclamations from people rang in his ears.
The cold machine was revealed in front of you. Its appearance design was very restrained, mostly to make it easier for the public to accept. The whole body was wrapped in curved armor, which protected the strict machine. It did not carry too many weapons. , some only had sharp knives fixed on their elbows, machine guns were carried behind their backs, and bullet chains were exposed.
This is a third-generation armor, a new model of "Riotor" developed by Perpetual Pump.
It is not so much a new model, but rather a castrated version of the Sword Dancer. Most of the external armor and fuel tanks have been dismantled. The most deadly giant double swords have also been removed, and the weapon racks have been stripped away, leaving only the minimum. The armament and overall structure are also constantly weakened, and the demon flesh and blood is only concentrated in the central frame. Fortunately, the used lacquer antimony fills the power problem, allowing this big guy to move.
There is still gray and white paint on its shoulder armor, and there are soldiers holding weapons beside it.
In order to appease the panicked people, and also to demonstrate their own force, after the three generations of armor were exposed, these three generations of armor patrolled the streets of Old Dunling. They are not many in number, but they have a strong deterrent force, and In this damn place called Old Dunling, they were easily accepted.
Thinking about it, the citizens of Old Dunling are somewhat more arrogant than the citizens of other places. There are huge iron whales floating in the sky one after another, and densely packed railway tracks cover the ground, not to mention that every time the night gets dark, there are thousands of people. Water vapor rose from the ground.
Nowadays, there are just a few more war machines patrolling the streets, and everyone has quickly become accustomed to it. Perhaps it is out of their weird love for "large robots". It is said that many young people have signed up to be soldiers after seeing these things. I want to ask what kind of arms can use this thing.
Lorenzo leaned against the door and watched the thing leave his sight.
"A new era."
He muttered in a low voice, thinking of the nailed swords and guns in the house, and his identity as a witcher. At this moment, Lorenzo also clearly felt the sense of change of the times.
Lorenzo is the last demon hunter of the old order, and he continues to have pure secret blood.
He remembered that Oscar had come to see him a few days ago. The old guy thanked him for his great achievements. It seemed that Lorenzo's contribution was also counted on him, although this guy had done nothing. Then he said something about his successor. According to his opinion, it’s time for Oscar to retire.
It's really time for Oscar to retire. If you take a closer look, Oscar's life is quite a failure, just like Lorenzo.
"successor?"
Lorenzo thought for a while and completely threw the idea of ​​this successor out of his mind.
Secret blood is not a good thing, not only the erosion of its connection, but also the unspeakable ones.
On the way back from the Sea of ​​Silence, Lorenzo was not happy. He thought about a lot of things. It was not easy to cut off the path to sublimation, and he could not think of a perfect solution. After all, people before him had tried so many times. , also failed. For a moment, he doubted himself.
Back inside, Lorenzo picked up an apple, and then removed the hand ax that had been cut into it from the target hanging on the wall.
This is a hand ax with a rather barbaric style, with several Viking characters crookedly engraved on it. Lorenzo cannot understand it, but Haybold explains that the word is "courage".
This was Haybold's gift to Lorenzo.
After the trip to the Silent Sea, Heybold did not return to Inlvig with the Morning Glory Advance. He chose to stay in the Viking kingdoms. The secret struggle between the king and the lords still existed, and he once swore allegiance to the Ice Sea. king.
I was very sad to give up, but there was nothing I could do.
Garen has returned to Lingbing Bay and is rebuilding Lingbing Bay. He will become the new lord...
Thinking of this, Lorenzo looked a little hesitant.
Garen is the new lord, so who is the old lord?
Lorenzo thought hard, but couldn't remember what he looked like. After thinking about it, he decided to forget it. This kind of thing was not important anyway.
Leaning on the sofa, Lorenzo put his feet on the long table and shaved the skin of the apple with Haybold's hand ax. The technique was exquisite, and the skin of the apple was not broken even after shaving a circle.
then……
"Floki Wilgdason."
Lorenzo whispered the name.
After returning from the Silent Sea, they stopped in the Viking Kingdoms for a while. Lorenzo asked many people to inquire about this name, but they found nothing. No one in the Viking Kingdoms knew the existence of this person.
Some people wonder if Lorenzo burned out his brain in the Silent Sea and imagined such a person, but Lorenzo knows very well that Floki is real.
"Sorry, I still don't know who you are."
Lorenzo took a bite of the apple and spoke while chewing it. His eyes slowly rose and fell on the wall at the end of the long table.
Mrs. Van Roode's map originally hung there, but it was now dismantled by Lorenzo and installed with Lorenzo's map... to be precise, Floki Wilgdason's map of the Western World.
Floki has the most comprehensive sea map in the Western world in his mind, which details remote sea areas and islands. Lorenzo entrusts the purification agency to help him collect maps of other countries. After continuous splicing and correction, Lorenzo Renzo used these maps to create the most detailed map of the Western world currently available.
At this moment, red crosses are drawn one after another on this huge map. There are about a dozen of them, scattered on different lands, some in uninhabited areas, some in cities, and is located under the sea.
The closest red cross to Lorenzo is at Inverg, far to the west.
Seeing there, Lorenzo couldn't help but feel a little dazed. He remembered that it was almost two years ago. At about this position, Lorenzo started to return to his old business, killing people back and forth in Ende Town.
Lorenzo squinted his eyes slightly, like a cat sleeping soundly. No one knew what he was thinking, but suddenly the doorbell rang, interrupting his sound sleep. When he raised his head, he only saw a figure standing at the door. .
"Lo! Ren! Zo!"
The man at the door deliberately lengthened his voice, spread his hands, and shouted loudly.
At this moment, Lorenzo suddenly felt familiar. He always felt that he had heard such embarrassing shouts somewhere, but he had never been a person who would suffer, so he shouted directly together.
"Red! Falcon!"
Lorenzo stood up straight from the sofa, crossed the long table, and hugged the figure at the door.
Well, the hug failed. Just when the two were about to hug each other, Lorenzo deliberately turned his body, pretending that his feet had slipped and failed to jump properly, and hit the Kestrel with an elbow on the stomach. He He immediately knocked back with a dead look on his face, and then fell down with Lorenzo.
"To be honest, Kestrel, although it's nice to see you again, your excessive enthusiasm is really making me physically uncomfortable."
Lorenzo quickly climbed up, shook the dust off his body, and then stretched out his hand towards the fallen kestrel.
After returning to Inverg for so long, this is the first time Lorenzo has seen Kestrel again. It is said that this guy has been assigned a huge number of tasks after his vacation. It is said that he is training Kestrel for his future. Make plans for promotion.
Kestrel was very happy at the time and worked hard. However, after working for a while, Kestrel realized that he seemed to have been deceived.
Unfortunately, it was too late when the kestrel realized this, and now this guy had just finished his endless overtime work and crawled back from the west covered in dirt.
"Forget it, for the sake of making me so much money, I'll let you go this time."
Kestrel climbed up holding his stomach, still saying harsh words.
"make money?"
Lorenzo looked at the kestrel curiously.
"Merlin, you also know that he has been to the Silent Sea, and he bet on whether you can come back."
Lorenzo was happy. He didn't expect Merlin to do such a thing, but it was quite reasonable. He wasn't surprised by what those lunatics of the Perpetual Pump did.
"You bet I'll come back?"
"Yes, I made a lot of money."
Judging from Kestrel's excitement, he really made a profit this time. Lorenzo glanced at him and then extended his hand.
"?"
"Fifty-fifty."
"??"
Lorenzo pulled out another Viking hand ax from nowhere, and struck the door frame next to Kestrel with a bang.
"???"
Kestrel looked at Lorenzo nervously. As the saying goes, people die for money and birds die for food.
But Kestrel never expected that the dignified Mr. Holmes would actually become interested in his three cents.
Just when Kestrel was thinking about whether to give him money or to beat up the lunatic in front of him, Lorenzo suddenly felt happy.
"Just kidding, I'd rather rob a bank than rob you."
Lorenzo said as he pulled out the hand ax and handed it to Kestrel.
"what?"
"A gift from Highbould. He asked me to give this to you."
Haybold not only prepared a gift, he also brought a gift to Kestrel. Apart from Lorenzo, the person with whom he had the best relationship was Kestrel.
Even Lorenzo could not have imagined that these two people would get together because of something like a chivalric novel.
"Ahem, I told you earlier... To be honest, Lorenzo, I think you are even more insane this time you come back. Why don't you go to Montenegro Hospital to have a look?"
Lorenzo shook his head, sat back on the sofa, lit a cigarette and started puffing away.
"Do you know? Kestrel, this trip to the Lonely Sea has taught me a lot."
"for example?"
"For example, people should be optimistic."
Lorenzo said, spitting out cigarette ash.
(End of this chapter)