Embers of Embers

Chapter 702 Duties
The barren land is covered with gray gravel and loess. It seems to be a forbidden area for life. Even weeds cannot grow here. The strong wind drags huge waves and smashes them hard on the smooth rocks. , shattered into countless bubbles, and so on.
This is a somewhat monotonous and dead land, with few traces of life, only endless desolation. In this cold tone, icy buildings rise continuously, like a crazy, steel jungle, burning in the iron color. With an eye-catching red color, and accompanied by the bite of the gears, the heavy hammer continuously hit the red-hot metal, causing bursts of sparks.
The Cape of Raging Waves military port is a secret military port set up by the purification agency. It is also a huge industrial area. After the old Dunling was severely damaged, the production focus of the Machinery Institute and the Perpetual Pump were also moved here. Continue to perform functions.
“Is this the kind of paint you dug out in a ghost place like this?”
Lorenzo stepped on the gray gravel, and the bright light was scorching. He squinted and struggled to observe here.
"It's desolate, but this place is a treasure house." Merlin followed Lorenzo and introduced the place to him. "You didn't inspect this place carefully last time you came here."
"Of course, I can barely remember that time."
Lorenzo muttered that this was where he met Zuo Zhen when he was formulating the deus ex machina, but for the safety of the plan, he forgot all about it later.
Now that everything is over, a lot of the lost memories have been restored, but every time he thinks about this place, there is a vague shadow here, making it difficult for Lorenzo to see its appearance clearly.
Returning here again, looking at all this, Lorenzo felt as if the puzzle was being put back together again, with the peeling off details constantly filling in the gaps in his memory.
"This is the second heart of the Purification Agency. When it comes to the origin, it has to be related to the War of Glory."
Merlin stood aside and said slowly.
"how?"
Lorenzo didn't expect that this place was actually connected to the Glorious War.
"At that time, the battle situation in Yin Erweg was critical, and Gaul Naluo's army was about to arrive at Old Dunling. In order to continue fighting, once Old Dunling fell, this place would be used as a new position... You also know what happened next. , we won, but the construction here has not been put on hold, but has been accelerated a lot."
Listening to the crashing sounds echoing in the industrial area, bursts of black smoke poured out from the chimneys. They piled up and hovered in the sky, refusing to disperse for a long time.
"There are rich mineral resources here, and it's close to the coast. Not to mention that I dug out crude oil from it and extracted lacquer antimony."
"So it's called the second heart?" Lorenzo looked around, "Then what's here? Some kind of giant cannon? With just one click, it can launch us all to the Seven Hills?"
Lorenzo's expression was slightly sad. He had trouble sleeping along the way. There were too many things that troubled him.
Putting aside those trivial matters, what he cared about most was the next trip. The Well of Sublimation had begun to stir, and no one knew how the Seven Hills would end. What was more important was Lawrence's departure. This guy acted earlier than Lorenzo and others, and he was afraid that he would be slower than Lawrence.
Yes, no one knows what kind of crazy things Lawrence will do. He himself is a monster that is close to the unspeakable and difficult to control.
This uncertain danger is the most disturbing.
"There is a giant cannon, but I don't know if it can shoot you over," Merlin responded, "But there is something else waiting for you."
"What?" Lorenzo asked.
"Some old friends you'll enjoy."
Merlin looked mysterious, and then he walked quickly towards the gloomy and gray industrial area. This place was built like a mechanical institute. If the surroundings were not too desolate, Lorenzo would even have a kind of mechanical institute. The illusion of being.
"What was he talking about?"
Kestrel came over, patted Lorenzo on the shoulder, and turned around. The train stopped at the platform, and the passengers got off the carriage one after another, packing their clothes and luggage.
"'Old friend', I don't know what it is, but I will always know."
Lorenzo looked at Merlin's leaving figure, and then muttered.
"But I'm really curious, I, Lorenzo, don't have many old friends."
Hearing what he said, Kestrel looked very complicated.
Indeed, the great Mr. Holmes does not have many old friends. Those who can be regarded as his old friends are either dead, dying, or enemies... In short, none of them have a good ending.
Thinking about it this way, Lorenzo is really doomed...
Probably because he didn't sleep enough, Kestrel's thoughts were very confused and became more and more outrageous.
"So...am I your old friend?"
Kestrel asked slightly uneasily.
Lorenzo looked at him and looked at him carefully, "I guess so."
"Ah...that's such an honor."
Kestrel was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say. He always felt that it was worth being happy to be recognized by Lorenzo, but when he thought about what he had been thinking about before, he felt that it was not so good.
Lorenzo is a complete unlucky guy, nothing good has ever happened with him, but after so many times, Kestrel has survived several times, and now he is beginning to wonder if it is his "lucky Kestrel" who succeeded What about suppressing "unfortunate Lorenzo"?
Lorenzo said indifferently, as if he had guessed what Kestrel was thinking.
"Kestrel, don't entrust such a big thing as your life to illusory luck. I once had a friend who was like this."
After many years, Lorenzo will return to the Seven Hills again, and the scenes from the past can't help but appear in his mind.
"He is a lucky guy, but he never abuses his good luck. In his words, everyone's luck has a certain amount. When you run out of luck, bad luck will strike and take away your life. when."
Hearing this, Kestrel's expression froze, he opened his mouth and asked dryly.
"Your friend... what happened next?"
After asking Kestrel, he regretted it. There are basically few friends who can live in Lorenzo's memories.
"He is dead. During the battle on Holy Night, a piece of shrapnel penetrated along the gap in the armor and hit the vital part of the body, giving him a fatal blow to the seriously injured man."
As Lorenzo spoke, he scratched his neck with his hand, and in his imagination, a large amount of blood spurted out.
"That's it, the lucky guy died like that."
After hearing this, Kestrel said nothing more, but it could be seen from his eyes that his condition was a little bad.
"But, in the final analysis, this kind of thing is still too illusory, isn't it? Some people say it's luck, some think it's fate, or... coincidence?" Lorenzo patted Kestrel's shoulder and comforted him. Kestrel, "Don't worry too much. What if you really live until retirement?"
"Thank you for the blessing, thank you for the blessing."
Kestrel nodded repeatedly, then avoided Lorenzo's hand and moved to one side.
He didn't want to talk to Lorenzo for the time being, at least until his mentality recovered, and he didn't want to deal with this lunatic.
The roar of steel reverberates among the towering buildings. Although the old Dunling is also densely covered with steel, it still has a little life, but there is no life here, only cold metal is left.
The thick earth supports the huge industrial area, and silent workers can be seen busy. The red-hot molten iron pours down like a waterfall, pouring into the mold, waiting to solidify.
It has clearly entered winter, but it is as hot as a furnace here, and winter snow cannot invade it. Among the red sparks, black exhaust gas fills the sky, like a cloud of overflowing gas, covering the industrial area.
This scenery makes people feel solemn, as if they have been assimilated, and their flesh and blood has become solid, stiff, and equally gray.
"Are you all right?"
Lorenzo looked at the other people on the platform. Eve and others seemed to be in good spirits. In contrast, Shrike and others were in good spirits.
Sleeping in the carriage was indeed quite torturous. They seemed a little listless, but unlike the careless Kestrel, they all had the proper professionalism. Each of them endured their discomfort and looked determined.
"Ah."
Shrike responded silently, picked up the heavy suitcase, and walked towards the industrial area, with other figures following them.
After unloading all the passengers, the train started moving again, heading towards the depths of the industrial area.
This train not only carried Lorenzo and others, but also the original sin armors. The train needed to drive deep and then unload. As for where the original sin armors were unloaded, Lorenzo did not know.
The gray steam rolled, swallowing up several people on the platform. He waved his hands vigorously to disperse the steam, and Lorenzo saw the last person staying on the platform.
"Do you want to join me too?"
Lorenzo walked over and picked up Seleu's luggage.
He knew that he had just asked a nonsense question. If Seliu was not willing to go with him, she would not get on this train at all.
Lorenzo didn't want Seleu involved, at least not this time.
"I am the one who built the country, and I have the responsibility to see it through to the end."
Seleu guessed Lorenzo's thoughts and had already prepared his words to deal with Lorenzo's words.
"Nation Builder? It's such a good position. It's perfect for oppressing people."
Lorenzo picked up his luggage and walked with her.
"It's just duty."
"Ah? Do you think I will believe it?" Lorenzo said in a serious tone, "Not this time, Seleu, only this time."
This time even Lorenzo himself was confused and became panicked. He didn't want to involve more people.
"Not this time, Lorenzo, only this time."
Seleu looked ahead and repeated Lorenzo's words.
Lorenzo was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but ask.
"Are you in the rebellious period?"
"I have been an adult for a long time." Seliu responded indifferently.
Lorenzo was silent for two seconds and then said.
"Could it be that the rebellious stage came a few years late? I have heard of such examples."
Lorenzo lost his seriousness and became very happy.
This guy is always like this. When you think he is talking to you seriously, he will suddenly tell you a cold joke, and when you are chatting with him, he will suddenly say something serious, making you uncomfortable. .
He is unpredictable and hides his true purpose deep down.
"Don't say it, Seliu, this is probably the case for you."
Lorenzo glanced around from top to bottom, observing Seleu's thin figure with greasy eyes.
"Perhaps you are really delayed in your development?"
Seliu stopped, she raised her head, her eyes filled with helplessness, and then sighed.
"Lorenzo, if you really don't know where to change the topic, you can shut up."
"No, I'm serious."
Lorenzo becomes serious again and vows to continue the comedy to the end.
Seeing this, Seliu glanced at Lorenzo, raised her foot and kicked Lorenzo's calf. With her height, the angle was just right, and she didn't even need to raise her leg deliberately.
"Delayed development, there are still some benefits."
Seliu said confidently, and after kicking him, he walked forward without waiting for Lorenzo.
Lorenzo pretended to be in pain and grinned. Seeing Seleu left, his expression gradually calmed down, and then he sighed helplessly.
He began to understand Arthur somewhat. Faced with such a disobedient and disturbing guy, building an island as an exquisite birdcage seemed to be the most appropriate solution.
It's a pity that Lorenzo is not as rich as Arthur, not to mention that Seleu is richer than him. Maybe he will be imprisoned in the circus in the end.
"I will not step into the battlefield."
At this time, Seleucid's voice came from a distance, as if to reassure Lorenzo.
"But I will be very close to the battlefield, very close."
There was a loud rumbling sound in the industrial area, and Seliu raised his voice.
"I need to witness this, Lorenzo. This is the duty of a nation-builder."
Responsibilities...responsibility...
Lorenzo picked up his luggage and followed Seleu, savoring this heavy word in his heart.
"You should be able to understand. Just like you as a demon hunter, I also have responsibilities that I need to fulfill."
Seleucid walked side by side with Lorenzo again and said softly.
"I know, I know, but remember to stand in the safe zone. If we fight, it will be very loud." Lorenzo instructed.
"Are you compromising? So smooth? I thought I would have to talk to you for a long time."
Seliu was a little surprised. Lorenzo was overcome much faster than expected this time.
"Then what can I do, force you to do certain things? That's not my style."
Lorenzo gritted his teeth and said this, but if he had the ability, Lorenzo would still be happy to throw Seliu back to Old Dunling in one go.
"Then Mr. Holmes is really tolerant."
"Thank you for the compliment, thank you for the compliment."
Dark cumulus clouds gradually enveloped the two of them, and hot air waves hit their faces under the shadows.
The two were silent for a while until Seliu asked.
"What are you thinking about now? Lorenzo."
"I'm thinking about that damn bitch Oscar, he's so incompetent."
To this day, Lorenzo still wonders how this old man became a nation-builder, and can time really corrupt a person into such a bad state?
"Are you going to punch him?"
"Forget it, this old guy will die," Lorenzo said, slowly raising his head, "I don't know what this guy is doing now."
"Mostly sleeping."
"Huh? That's really enviable."
(End of this chapter)