Ember’s Gun

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The city is slowly waking up. Iron Snake rushes through the stagnant water and splashes half-person-height water. It seems that this gloomy rainy season also needs a rest. Rarely, the sky does not continue to rain, but the dark clouds are still there. Hanging high, blocking all the light.

Iron Snake stopped at the intersection. As the car door opened, Lorenzo was squeezed down by the crowd, and he staggered before stabilizing his silhouette in the crowd.

As the Place of Origin of the Industrial Revolution, Old Turin is extremely developed compared to the entire world. The steam engine uses this as the source point and continues to spread outward, although in so many years of changes, Irvine has been greatly changed. And neighboring countries, but in places other than Old Turin, there is still not as advanced as Old Turin.

For many foreigners, taking the Iron Snake will be a very novel experience. There are trains and steam engines in their hometowns, but the transportation in the city mainly relies on horse-drawn carriages. This kind of iron and steel that travels long on the ground Snakes are very strange in their eyes.

When Lorenzo rode for the first time, he was in the same mood. He grasped the handle tightly, for fear that the strange thing under his feet would explode in the next second.

Perhaps because the rain stopped, the number of pedestrians on the street gradually increased, and the crash-bang sound came from the sewer beside it, like countless mice running wild.

This is the other side of Old Turin. Lorenzo rarely arrives in the South City. Even if he comes here, he has to keep looking at the street signs. After walking for a long time, he finally found his destination.

It is a bookstore on the corner of the street. The door is slightly open. From the outside, you can see the pile of books inside. But it is not clear what the reason is. There are very few customers here, and almost no one comes here. Even if there are guests, those guests I did not know why I tightened the brim of the hat, as if I didn’t want people to see them clearly, like a thief.

Lorenzo was a little puzzled, and when he was about to step into the bookstore, he also clearly felt the gazes from the pedestrians around him.

It wasn’t a malicious look, Lorenzo could feel it, it was more of a puzzle and doubt.

It’s as if Lorenzo had a problem entering the bookstore…

Lorenzo didn’t care about that many, he was also a Demon Hunter anyway, and Demon was not afraid of it, so how could he be afraid of the eyes of passersby?

Pushing the door open, Lorenzo entered so generously, and then he felt it.

Countless gazes of consternation fell on Lorenzo, and the guests in the bookstore all looked at themselves from the outside, which made Lorenzo furry.

what happened?

Lorenzo swallowed saliva and said, he felt something was wrong, but he didn’t feel any sense of crisis, but his hand was already on the handle of the folding knife, ready to slaughter all sides.

A visitor came over, wearing a hat and bowing his head in the room, holding a black bag in his hand, bulging not knowing what it was.

The guests moved quickly. After leaving the bookstore, they rushed straight into the alley around the corner.

“This……”

Lorenzo was stunned, and then he heard the extremely small voice.

“Boss, these, these, and these.”

Another guest stood in front of the counter and picked up a few books. The Boss also understood what the guest meant, quickly settled the bill, and gave the guest a black bag to hold the books.

There was no sluggishness in the movement, and the guest took the things and disappeared into Lorenzo’s vision with the things like the previous guest.

There are many such situations in bookstores. It’s not quiet here. Unless you need to talk, no one will talk, and you will pay with one hand and deliver the goods. If Lorenzo is not aware of the details of the store, he will even think that these people are trading. hallucinogen.

But it’s not much worse now, the whole atmosphere seems to be the kind of inter-connection of spies during the war.

“I said… what are you doing?”

Lorenzo couldn’t take it anymore, and walked to the counter to look at the beaming Old Guy.

“Lorenzo?”

Boss didn’t expect to welcome such a special guest.

Oscar Wilde, a not-so-selling author and a member of Nordelo. It stands to reason that with Nordelo’s financial resources, Oscar has no need to continue writing books to make money, but this guy is not only continuing to write books, but also open A small bookstore.

“Normal business, what’s wrong?”

Oscar didn’t realize how peculiar his bookstore was. Lorenzo was about to ask something. A customer walked over and put a few books on the counter.

The packaging of the books is simple, but the titles surprised Lorenzo.

“Difference Engine and Old Turin”, “Saker Falcon in the Night”, “Secrets of Victoria”, “About Oscar Wilde’s Daily Life”…

With the advancement of science and technology, culture and thought are also changing. The texts that were once traditional and serious are no longer loved by youngsters. Instead, people start to like simple and fantasy texts, just like the common people once yearned for the legendary Knight’s life. These words are called Knight novels.

However, just like the collision between the new era and the old era, at the beginning of the appearance of the steam engine, some people believed that it was the power of the devil, which sealed human souls in steel and rejected these technologies. The same is true for these Knight novels. It has been around for some time. , But still not recognized by tradition.

Lorenzo covered his face. He knew these things were still learned from Red Eagle. The high-ranking Knight who killed Demon during the day and night should be ruthless and efficient. But who knows that he likes these Knight novels in private? Recommended to Lorenzo more than once the “Falcon Under the Dark”.

Okay, okay, these are nothing, Lorenzo has seen some of them, after all, he himself likes to read, and sometimes even if he wants to write out the stories he got in [God’s Favored Baptism], he won One stroke.

But…but…

“Have you fallen into this situation?”

Lorenzo asked hysterically, pointing to the daily life of Oscar Wilde.

Based on his knowledge of Oscar, the writing is probably not serious.

“What is depravity? Traditional literature is certainly my ideal, but these new texts are also my favorite. I am a very philanthropist. Don’t reduce me to those rigid Old Guys.”

Oscar was also proud.

Silence, there is only silence next.

How to defeat a mental illness? Find someone with more mental illness than him.

Obviously, Oscar at this moment is the one with more mental illness than Lorenzo. Lorenzo just experienced a desperate fight more than ten hours ago, escaped from the hands of the Demon Hunter with taboo knowledge, and barely took a short break at Boscaro. , He rushed over in a hurry, preparing to report Shermans’ death to Oscar.

But what about Oscar?

This old fart is holding a pen to sign the damn daily life.

This feeling is really fragmented. Just now it was a desperate battle between heaven-shaking and earth-shattering. In the next second, it turned into a fight with the patients in the ward.

“Thanks for like! Thanks for like!”

The Old Guy smiled and sent away the guest, and the guest disappeared from sight in a trot, unwilling to be in people’s eyes for a second.

In the eyes of many people, this thing about Knight’s novel is difficult to be elegant, and it is more or less said that “a serious person reads this thing”, so many readers buy a book secretly.

Lorenzo began to understand the eyes of passersby and the hell atmosphere of this bookstore.

“Ai, I have one thing to say. The Knight novel I wrote is more popular than my official work. Some people even regard me as an idol.”

Oscar said, stood up, said sorry to the remaining guests in the bookstore, and then closed the door.

Although a little nervous, Oscar knew that Lorenzo was a Death God-like guy. Every time he came, he would not bring any good news, not to mention the handle-like bulge under his coat.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, and even the smell of these books could not be hidden.

Lorenzo simply flipped through the book “Oscar Wilde’s Daily Life” beside the bookshelf. After a few glances, Lorenzo felt a pain in his eyes. The text was unbearable to look at.

Just glance at a few paragraphs, and you can see Oscar’s writing style.

In the story, he is still a writer, but in the story he is a famous writer in four countries. Even Queen Victoria is his reader. For some plot differences, he even called him into the Platinum Palace to discuss.

Just read it, Lorenzo can hardly recognize Oscar. In his pen, Oscar himself is simply a peerless hunk. He has seen the winter in the extreme north on a Nordelo boat and has also embarked on a wonderful richness. In this place, I fought with the Viking pirates and drifted freely on the endless ocean.

“What is this? “Oscar Wilde”?”

Lorenzo doesn’t believe in the bullshit.

“Actually, I did consider this when I first named it, but it may feel too serious.” He replied solemnly.

This guy really considered the title of the book seriously.

The bookshelves are not only those of Knight’s novels, but basically all of Oscar’s works at the forefront. Except for the damn fantasy autobiography, the rest are his traditional literature, but judging from the stock of those books, here On the one hand, Oscar is really not very popular.

It is said that books are an ocean of knowledge, but this ocean feels a little strange.

Lorenzo and Oscar sat in the bookstore. After a long silence, Lorenzo sighed then said helplessly.

“So tired …”

Oscar laughed.

“Lorenzo Holmes, your life is a bit too depressing, it’s better to have fun.”

Lorenzo nodded, picking up a book on the shelf at will.

Have fun, Lorenzo didn’t refuse these things, but now he really couldn’t relax. The previous experience made him feel uneasy and fearful.

“Oscar, I settled the matter you gave me.”

Lorenzo spoke and opened the book.

“Have you found Shermans?”

Oscar’s eyes lit up. Although he is a poor seller, he is a member of Nordelo.

“Yes, I found Shermans, but he died soon after.”

Lorenzo said lightly.

Oscar startled, and then the joke expression gradually became serious.

“Is he dead…?”

“Due to the Demon Hunter of the new Order, they are many people, I have no ability to bring him out.”

Lorenzo simply read the book while talking to Oscar.

“So?”

“Shermans joined the cleansing agency early in the morning. Mikael seemed to be planning to make him a contact between the exile and the cleansing agency, but his position was exposed and he was assassinated by the Demon Hunter of the new order.”

Lorenzo concealed the part about the notes. He didn’t know exactly what the so-called curse was about, but he knew very well that if it really existed, Oscar would definitely not be able to stand it.

“At first I thought it was the cleansing agency that exposed his position. They reached an agreement with the new order, but I later found something was wrong. If the cleansing agency abandoned Shermans, it should have been the cleansing agency. They would not let the new order go. Do this in Irvine.”

“Where do you think the problem is?” Oscar asked.

“That letter.”

Lorenzo said after thinking for a while.

“The letter written in secret blood, the cleansing agency didn’t need to send such a letter. This is Old Turin. They don’t need to be so sneaky. New Order? After the loss of “Revelation”, the use of secret blood is not much, and they What’s the point of sending it to me? Tempt me to go to Shermans, and then capture me there?”

Lorenzo thought, “But if this is the case, their first goal should be me, not Shermans.”

“Did you think of anything?” Oscar asked.

“Secret blood…inferior secret blood.”

Lorenzo said softly, his thoughts returned to the events after God’s birthday, when he was tracing the inferior secret blood that was still circulating.

“Lawrence’s remnant party…”

After the death fight on the train, the inferior secret blood is still circulating secretly. If it were not for the sudden visit of the new Order, which brought the mystery of Lorenzo’s own identity, otherwise Lorenzo was going to keep track of the remnants.

They have formed a certain scale, have a certain degree of understanding of “Revelation”, and can also carry out large-scale secret blood manufacturing.

A sudden chill enveloped Lorenzo, and he suddenly realized that he was somewhat immersed in the fight with the new Order, and ignored these more deadly remnants.

“Damn!”

Lorenzo cursed in a low voice, and Oscar didn’t understand why Lorenzo changed so quickly.

This is his negligence. There is a force in Old Turin that is far more deadly than the new Order. After so long, how many inferior secret blood can they create? And how many demons can such secret blood create?

Old Turin is densely populated. Once Demon loses control, the entire city may fall overnight…

Another Night of Advent.