Embers of Embers

Chapter 679 The Peaceful Life
The morning sun shone down, illuminating the guy on the bed. After a while, he slowly stood up facing the sunlight.
Lorenzo rubbed his sleepy eyes and let out a big breath.
Everything was as usual, nothing changed. He got up and put on the slippers beside the bed. Old Dunling ushered in the long-lost winter, but the first snow had not yet arrived.
Since the heavy rain, the temperature in Old Dunling has dropped repeatedly. Lorenzo was soon awakened by the low temperature in the room and couldn't help but wrap up his pajamas tightly.
It stands to reason that the old Dunling will start to supply heating. The heating pipes all over the room will have high-temperature liquid flowing through them to bring warmth to people. However, as the mechanical yard was destroyed and the underground world became a mess, such supply was delayed. It's been a long time and I still have no intention of recovering.
The aftermath of the heavy rain is still raging, and everything seems to be back to a time when technology was not developed many years ago. Some people feel nostalgic, while others find it difficult to adapt.
"Ah...it's so cold."
Lorenzo complained and walked to the fireplace to add firewood to the flickering fireworks inside. He pushed the sofa over and was scorched by the warm fireworks. Lorenzo sank into the soft comfort. He began to think about what he had done today. Whether you want to sleep in the living room like this at night, no matter how you think about it, it will be much warmer than your own room.
A casual day, no monsters, no troublesome people and things, just a slightly bad environment.
Lorenzo felt a little groggy. He was thinking about whether to sleep here again, but there was a lot of noise in the streets. As the day dawned, there were more people on the streets. Even if it was so bad, everyone still wanted to Move on with life.
Because of the war that took place in Old Dunling, most of the Iron Snake lines were under maintenance. The unlucky citizens had to get up early and walk to work. Moreover, because of the war's too many effects, even with antimemetic treatment, the old Rumors are still circulating in Dunling.
There are all kinds of explanations, some of which are so bizarre that Lorenzo thinks that this is a plot that can only be found in novels.
The municipal government was eager to appease the people, but with the arrival of winter, more problems emerged.
Accidents were frequent in Old Dunling in winter. After the war, the condensing cold brought more problems. Steam pipes burst every day, or something even more troublesome happened. Old Dunling was like a dying man. The giant is making a last ditch effort to survive.
Lorenzo was too lazy to think about this. He could just leave this matter to the scavengers, and there was no need for him to worry so much.
Through the icy glass, you can see people holding signs, denouncing the conspiracy of the authorities, shouting that they should have the right to know...these things are countless.
Lorenzo remembered something, he got up and walked to the door, pushed open the door, and brought in today's newspaper.
A piece of news dominated the headlines. The damage suffered by Old Dunling could not be concealed from those who were truly vigilant. Although there were nation builders interfering between countries, their power still could not determine everything. A world war was already brewing. , finally started.
Probably a few days ago, Gaul Naluo and Yin Erweg started the first round of collision in the White Tide Strait. The specific casualties are unclear, but it does not seem to be too serious. They are just testing each other. The Viking countries The army was entrenched on the sea and did not rush in.
The war has begun, but the countries still maintain the final bottom line, and the war has not yet completely started. The people are in panic, expecting the Queen to announce that Yin Erweg has entered a state of war...
Lorenzo threw the newspaper away slightly tiredly, not bothering to know what happened next.
The world is just a huge chessboard, with several chess players moving around. Moreover, Lorenzo doesn't need to care about this kind of thing. There are more troublesome things waiting for him.
"Indescribable..."
Lorenzo murmured softly.
The other hand stroked the injured arm. The bandage had been removed, but the scars still existed, like dense tree lines or exposed blood vessels on the surface.
Gently swipe across it with your fingertips, feeling the uneven texture and slight tingling.
Lorenzo waved his arm, pretending to be swinging with a sword, but soon he felt pain in his arm, as if it would fall apart in the next second.
He can barely swing a sword, but compared to his heyday, he is still a little worse than he was in his heyday, and this is the gift of antimemetics.
After all, Lorenzo is also a sublimated person. The hot secret blood is rolling in his body. With the spread of [River of Forgetfulness], he will inevitably be affected by it. However, unlike Lorenzo's expectation, he will be blown to death. Look, these injuries at the moment are extremely lucky.
A relaxing day.
Although he just woke up, Lorenzo already felt a little idle and flustered, but when he thought about it carefully, he really had nothing to do.
Roger Cruz and Edron Levien, these two great threats have been dealt with, and all that remains now is the evil hiding in the well of sublimation, and Lawrence, out of sight.
Lorenzo originally thought that he would strike Lawrence with a sword without stopping, then throw his body into the Well of Ascension and blow him and the monster to pieces.
But the reality is that Lorenzo seems to be unable to do anything now.
Whether it is against the Well of Sublimation or Lawrence, any action needs to be put on hold for the time being. At present, the purification agency has been severely damaged. It will be difficult for them to organize effective forces in a short period of time. What's more, if they really want to take some actions , both targets are located abroad, out of Yin Erweg's control.
Just thinking about it, you can feel the dangers involved. More importantly, Lorenzo has not recovered from the influence of [Forgotten River], even if some time has passed.
"A vacation...a charming vacation."
Lorenzo muttered, or at least that's what Kestrel said when he informed himself.
He still remembered that one early morning, before he woke up, he was awakened by a rapid knock on the door, and then the kestrel excitedly broke in, still carrying the morning mist.
"On vacation! On vacation! On vacation! On vacation!"
The kestrel's voice carried a wonderful melody, and it twisted its clumsy limbs, jumping and cheering.
"take a vacation?"
Lorenzo looked confused.
"Yes, it will take some time for the purification mechanism to heal itself. In addition to the large-scale conflict in the White Tide Strait, we are temporarily unable to come up with any action plan." Kestrel looked depressed at first, and then ecstatic, "So we took a vacation!"
When Lorenzo shouted "vacation" loudly, he felt that Kestrel's eyes were full of tears and his voice was crying.
Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations.
Think about it, it's not easy for this unlucky guy. At first, he just wanted to come to Jiudunling to have a meal, but ended up scrambling in the lower city, thinking that he was appreciated by the boss of the gangster and could be a leader, but later he found out that the boss of the gangster actually He was an undercover agent, and he was involved in a more troublesome whirlpool.
Therefore, Lorenzo recalled the extremely tangled topic before.
Is the kestrel lucky or unlucky?
Looking at his life trajectory, it can be said that every step has stepped into the mud pit accurately, but this unlucky ghost climbed out every time luckily, as if it was a prank played by the goddess of luck, who wanted to see him in a state of embarrassment. Looks like, but I don’t want this guy to be buried in the mud early.
In this way, the kestrel brought sweet good news, lay here for a whole morning with Lorenzo, and then disappeared, until today, Lorenzo never saw him again.
I heard from other people that Kestrel spent his holidays either lying dead in the staff dormitory or fishing on the pier. Unfortunately, the rising tide from heavy rains washed away the pier, and the entire downtown area was turned into ruins.
Lorenzo didn't know if fishing could still be done there, but he could see construction teams rushing there every day. Even if there were fish, they were probably disturbed away.
Life seems to have returned to peace, nothing seems to have changed, everything seems to have changed beyond recognition.
【Are you in a daze? 】
Suddenly a voice sounded in his head, which startled Lorenzo.
"Are you there?"
Lorenzo had been suffering from a nervous breakdown due to the elusive Watson these past few days. A clear female voice would sound out at any time, regardless of Lorenzo's psychological pressure.
[Just arrived. 】
A brief reply echoed in my mind.
Although Watson said this, Lorenzo felt that she must have been here for a long time, looking at him in a daze, paying attention to the funny expression.
"What's wrong? So suddenly."
[Nothing, I just happened to be passing by. 】
"Isn't it finished yet?"
[No, there will always be some special cases of such large-scale antimemetic interference, which need to be investigated one by one. 】
Hearing this, Lorenzo nodded.
Watson is still very busy, dealing with the citizens who haven't completely forgotten and keeping an eye on the wave of erosion within Old Dunling.
That heavy rain destroyed the large Geiger counters at all outposts, and the defenses of Old Dunling had never been more vulnerable.
Soon Watson's voice disappeared, as she said, it was really just passing by, and Lorenzo was the only one left in the office, although he was the only one at the beginning.
At this time, people like Lorenzo become useless. With no enemies to kill, he can only stay at home until he rots and stinks.
Some people say that this is the fate of soldiers. There are not always wars in this world. In the end, everyone will return to normal people and live a peaceful life.
"A peaceful life? It sounds so far away."
Lorenzo muttered to himself and walked to the kitchen to fork a few sausages to fill his stomach.
Some animals will become panicked when they are separated from their familiar environment. Sometimes Lorenzo will also panic a little when he thinks of a "quiet life".
Both fear and anticipation.
It was hard for him to imagine himself abandoning the sword completely, but he really wanted to live the life in the story, the ordinary life that was within reach for everyone.
Looking at the calendar, winter has arrived in Old Dunling, so the birthday of God is not far away.
Thinking about it this way, time really flies by, and a year just disappeared.
The door to the room where he was thinking was pushed open, but there was no knock on the door. Lorenzo thought it might be someone he knew, so he raised his head, and as expected, saw a familiar face.
"Why are you here again?"
Kestrel pushed the door open and walked in. Unlike the last time he was happy, this time he looked much worse. He was in a mess, his hair was messy, and he had a wet smell. He was carrying a backpack and fishing rod on his back, and his hands were Carrying a bucket and fish basket.
Lorenzo guessed that Kestrel was returning from fishing, but he didn't know what happened. This guy didn't go home, but came directly here. He looked downcast and serious.
"Red...Falcon?"
Lorenzo tried to call his name. After living alone for a long time, suddenly a living person came, he thought it was quite interesting.
Kestrel raised his head, his pupils were bloodshot, and he felt sleepy as if he hadn't slept for days and nights.
"No one's sleeping on the couch, right?"
He suddenly asked, without waiting for Lorenzo to answer. He saw this guy rudely put the empty fish basket aside, threw his backpack in the corner, and then took off his clothes in front of Lorenzo. .
Throwing aside the damp coat, revealing the still damp and dirty lining inside, followed by the body covered in dust and grime.
Lorenzo was confused, and then screamed.
"Wait! Wait! Kestrel!"
Lorenzo waved quickly. To be honest, he was rarely scared by things, but he had to admit that this time he was really scared.
In fact, if the role is switched, Lorenzo feels that other people will also be afraid. A tired guy pushes open the door of your house without saying a word, and just takes off in front of you without saying a word. It's terrible no matter what you think No.
"Fuck! Don't take it off!"
Lorenzo already wanted to hit someone, if he didn't stop, Kestrel would start to take off his pants.
"what?"
Kestrel raised his head in confusion, and untied his belt with his hands.
With a clang, the belt and pants fell down her legs, revealing the loving underwear that only a mother could knit.
Lorenzo felt a little headache, and he wasn't sure whether this was a peaceful life.
"Is this a dog?"
Kestrel looked down and guessed, "I guess the embroidery is a pig."
The atmosphere became somewhat silent, and Lorenzo's expression was ferocious and painful. Putting aside many titles such as murderer and the nature of his work, Lorenzo and Kestrel were essentially similar people, with more or less flaws in their brains.
In Oscar's words, both of them have strong comedy talents, but they use their talents for bad words.
Kestrel grabbed the relatively clean lining, wiped the dust on his body vigorously, and asked seriously, "Can you take a shower now?"
"probably."
Lorenzo felt that the plot seemed to be on track again, gradually returning to normal from the bizarre path.
"So what's wrong with you?"
Hearing Lorenzo's question, Kestrel's movements froze. For a moment, Lorenzo felt that Kestrel was about to cry. He simply wiped himself, threw the dirty clothes aside, and grabbed them casually. He picked up the blanket, wrapped himself up, and huddled next to the fireplace like a caterpillar.
"Say...it's a long story."
He stared at the fire in the fireplace, maybe too close. The kestrel looked like a domestic dog with its coat scorched, and a faint white smoke rose above its head.
Kestrel tried hard to control his emotions, and then asked Lorenzo with his eyes filled with crystal rolling luster.
"Do you think a series of mistakes can make a person collapse?"
(End of this chapter)