Embers of Embers

Chapter 700 Story
Lorenzo leaned against the car window, leaning on his head with his hands, his eyes shifted outside the car window, admiring the monotonous and repetitive scenery.
The pitch-black night and the continuous blizzard completely obscured the stars. He could see nothing except the chaotic darkness and his own cheek vaguely reflected on the car window.
Looking back, everything in the carriage was very familiar. This was the train Lorenzo took when he went to the port of Rendona to carry out the commission from the Viking countries.
The interior of the carriage was very luxuriously decorated, and as the carriage shook, the wine bottles in the cabinets slightly collided with each other, making bursts of crisp sounds.
Lorenzo sighed helplessly. Everything at the moment was very similar to when he went to Nalo in Gaul.
He continued to look and saw several familiar figures already sitting on the sofas lined up. Due to the fatigue of the journey, they leaned on each other and fell asleep.
Lorenzo was really bored and admired the sleeping postures of several people.
Shrike folded his hands on his chest, lowered his head, and leaned against the wall. He was indeed one of the few serious people among them. Even when he was sleeping, he looked very serious. Next to him was Kestrel, and he didn't care. Image: Half of the body is lying on the sofa, taking off the shoes, putting the legs on the armrests of the couch, half of the feet are in the air, swaying slightly with the carriage.
This was not really a comfortable sleeping position, and Lorenzo guessed that Kestrel would have back pain when he woke up.
In the other corner was Shao Liangye. Because of Kestrel's terrible sleeping position, there really wasn't much space left for him on the couch, so he put a few layers of cushions in the corner of the carriage, sat down, and slept. Never forget to hold your weapon.
These are all the members in this carriage. As for the others who are in other carriages, they don’t know what they are preparing. As for the accompanying ladies, from a gentleman’s point of view, Lorenzo and others only have sleepers. I gave it to them, and most of them are sleeping soundly now.
Ah...Lorenzo also wanted to lie in bed and sleep comfortably, instead of spending the long night here listening to the snoring of the kestrel.
After Watson brought the news of the disaster, the holiday ended. Everyone took action, trying to be dispatched in the shortest possible time. Then the next night after the party, about ten hours ago, They have assembled.
Everything was so rushed that Lorenzo didn't even have time to clean up his office.
"So...did I lock the door?"
Lorenzo had been thinking about this damn thing since he got in the car.
Although there was nothing valuable in the office, Lorenzo felt uncomfortable at the thought of being visited by thieves, not to mention that there were a bunch of deadly weapons hidden in the house. The situation in Old Dunling was so bad now, Even Lorenzo knew not to cause trouble to Su Yalan Hall.
The rush didn't stop there. Orders were issued in a hurry, supplies were mobilized in a hurry, and even farewells seemed very hasty.
Those who could participate in the war were urgently mobilized together, while those who could not participate became the family members of the family... or family members.
Fortunately, Lorenzo didn't have many friends, and saying goodbye didn't take up too much time. Of course, most of his friends would go to the battlefield with him.
Before leaving, Hercule came to see Lorenzo. He also brought a glass of freshly prepared wine. Looking at the strange, thick, brightly colored unknown liquid under the glass bottle, Lorenzo immediately guessed Here comes what is.
"Just...just let it happen?"
Lorenzo asked with an unkind expression.
"Of course! This time it's my exclusive secret recipe!"
Hercule was delighted.
"When did I say it wasn't your exclusive secret recipe?" Lorenzo asked, "This is more than just an exclusive secret recipe! Can you make the exact same wine again? You don't know what you are mixing, do you? "
Hearing this, Hercule was beaming with joy and said happily to Lorenzo.
"That's why it's called 'letting go'. Every glass of wine is unique and cannot be replicated. It only happens once in your life!"
"No, no, no," Lorenzo waved his hands repeatedly, "I've experienced this damn 'just once' thing from you many times."
"Come on! Come on! If you die outside, you will never taste it again!"
Under such a strange "blessing", Lorenzo and Hercule reached a consensus. Although they could not drink the strange wine in front of him, it was still brought over by Lorenzo.
He lowered his head and found the secret bottle of Sui Yuan in his pocket.
Looking at the color, Lorenzo felt uneasy and thought about it seriously. If he was really going to die, it would be good to have a drink like this.
So don't touch this thing before you die. It would be better if it accidentally breaks during the battle.
Thinking of this, Lorenzo felt that his suppressed emotions were a little more relaxed. He reached into his arms and took out a brand new cigarette case.
Lorenzo's homemade cigarettes were stored inside. Lorenzo dug a few times and took out the cigarette with black lines. He took a look at it, stuffed it back, picked another one, and held it in his mouth. On the mouth.
Fire it up, breathe it out, reveal it…
Lorenzo rarely smoked cigarettes anymore, let alone smoked mandrake-laced cigarettes.
He once felt that he could leave this behind, but when the pressure hit, only these old friends could share his worries.
The numbness gradually spread, soothing the tense nerves. Looking out the window, there was a little light under the dark night.
A pure white shimmer appeared at the end of the horizon. They seemed to be chasing the train. As time went by, they became larger and larger, contending with the night and trying to repel it.
It was a nice view, but it was a pity that Lorenzo had no one to share it with.
For some reason, this reminded him of Oscar's story. He couldn't remember exactly which book it was. After all, this unpopular writer wrote many unsaleable books. In order to win the chance of publication, he wrote Even the pen names were changed one after another.
The old hunter stood exhausted on the broken ice, carrying the big fish he killed on his shoulders, and shed tears facing the rising sun at the end of the horizon.
He lives alone in the desolate countryside. A heavy snowfall has blocked all roads. Unsurprisingly, this old guy cannot survive this winter. He has no food, no wood, nothing.
The old hunter didn't care about it. He had lived for a long time and had tried many things. It seemed that only death was left and he had not experienced it yet, so he lay in the cold wooden house and waited for death to come. .
It stands to reason that this is the case... But one day, when he was so hungry and dizzy, he vaguely heard something. It was the sound of some kind of animal howling. The sound was very childish, as if it was the cub of some kind of wild beast.
The old hunter opened the door and found the embarrassed cub in the snow not far away.
Probably a wolf, maybe a dog.
The old hunter didn't quite know what it was. His eyesight was not as good as it was when he was young. Even the shotgun was a little unsteady. All he could tell was that it was a ball of furry things.
This cold wooden house has a new guest.
Then...then the old hunter didn't know what the reason was. In short, he started hunting again. In order to fill the belly of the cub and prevent it from barking endlessly at night, he walked a long way through the snow until he captured it. The prey has arrived.
From the time he set out until now, the old hunter has been thinking about why he wanted to come out. He thought about this reason but didn't understand it until now, watching the sun rise, he suddenly realized it.
In fact, apart from death, there are some things he has never experienced, such as rebirth. Strangely enough, a hunter with blood-stained hands would also think about rebirth, but in his twilight years, he really started to think seriously about it.
It's not my own new life, even if it's the new life of a beast.
The old hunter moved on, still more than ten kilometers away from his wooden house.
This is a slightly strange story, sandwiched among a bunch of short stories. At that time, Lorenzo felt that he had understood something from it, but at the same time, it seemed that he understood nothing.
Lorenzo was puzzled by this for a while, and then he was relieved. After all, Oscar is a low-class writer. He writes these things and just reads them when he goes to the toilet. Don't worry too much.
Since then, Lorenzo often placed a copy of Oscar's book in the toilet. Fortunately, Oscar didn't know about this.
Oscar...Oscar...
Lorenzo thought about his strange friend and cheap teacher.
In the final farewell, Lorenzo did not see Oscar. It may be because Watson invaded his [gap], which had some impact on him. It may also be that this guy really drank too much. In short, Lorenzo Before Zuo got in the car, the old guy was still sleeping.
Lorenzo thought it was good. He could imagine Oscar coming to say goodbye. He would probably hold a copy of the manuscript and brag about himself.
"This is my latest work!"
Oscar's terrible voice could already be imagined in his mind.
"In case you die outside, you won't be able to read this masterpiece! So read it before you die!"
It sounds a bit outrageous, but Lorenzo feels that Oscar must be able to do such a thing.
The memory is almost over here. Apart from the smell of the Kestrel's feet, Lorenzo can smell the smell of engine oil in the car. They are mixed with the smell of steel and continue to extend.
It stands to reason that this train should be equipped with enough sleeping compartments for several people, but it does not have it because something else takes up those places.
"Aren't you asleep yet?"
The car door was pushed open and Merlin walked in. To his surprise, he followed suit.
"Some can't sleep, how about you? How are those things prepared?"
Lorenzo asked rhetorically.
This train not only carried them, but also carried many original sin armors.
This war cannot be ended by Lorenzo alone. Mortals will accompany him, but mortals also need armor.
A large number of original sin armors that were still ready for combat were carried on the train. Due to the emergency, most of them had not yet completed debugging, so these technicians from the Perpetual Pump also boarded the train. Get as much work done as possible on the road.
"Fortunately, these all survived the heavy rain and were not affected too much. As for the knights who control the armor, they are also our elite."
Merlin looked slightly sad and sighed.
"After all, this war is not on our home court, so the combat power we can deploy is limited."
Lorenzo listened to his words, nodded slightly, and then asked.
"Anything else?"
Merlin must have something to do when he came here this time, instead of simply checking to see if these people were sleeping.
"Yes, how should I put it... The flame bearer is too damaged, and you probably won't be able to use it anymore."
In the battle with Roger, the Flame Bearer was almost torn into pieces. It relied on the powerful demon flesh and blood to avoid being dismembered.
"As expected, I would be surprised if your perpetual pump could repair it." Lorenzo said.
"That might... really surprise you."
Merlin thought for a while and gave such a mysterious answer.
"what happened?"
"To be precise, we haven't completely repaired the Flame Bearer... we've only repaired half of it, probably."
"What do you mean?"
"It means that the Flame Bearer cannot be driven by humans. In order to repair it, we used an excessive amount of demon flesh and blood. Now it is not much different from a demon wearing iron armor."
Lorenzo probably understood what Merlin meant, he said.
"You mean, I can use the [gap] to control it, right?"
"Yeah, but generally speaking, it's not you, but Watson," Merlin said. "You're not skilled at controlling the [Gap], right, so I think the flame bearer can be left to Watson, she Very good at these.”
As Merlin said, he looked around, as if he wanted to find something in this carriage.
"But her whereabouts were so weird, I thought she was here."
Lorenzo shook his head and denied, "She's not here."
"Is that so... Then when you meet her, please convey this message to her."
Seeing this, Merlin could only sigh helplessly. He was very interested in Watson. After all, such a weird existence was rare, not to mention that she was very friendly to the purification mechanism.
But Watson is so mysterious that many people forget that there is such a person among them, except Lorenzo.
It seems that Lorenzo is the only link between Watson and the world, and only Lorenzo has an equal attitude to Watson. Once Lorenzo disappears one day, the others will never find Watson again. gave birth.
"Ok."
Lorenzo responded and turned to look out the window. The rising sun drove away the darkness, and most of his field of vision became brighter. However, in this brightness, Lorenzo felt that something was wrong.
"Where are we going? This doesn't look like the road to Port Rendona."
Lorenzo asked Merlin, who looked confused.
"Don't you know where we're going?"
Lorenzo shook his head.
"It's not Rendona. It's close to the White Tide Strait and it's getting hot right now."
Merlin looked out the window to the other end, the dark end.
"We're going to the Horn of Rage."
(End of this chapter)