Half an hour ago.

The streets of Old Dunling are foggy, and there is a slightly pungent smell in the air. This is the unique smell of Old Dunling. The water body is discharged after disinfection, and the steam with disinfectant fills the air. Of course, sometimes in order to cooperate with the purification mechanism

While working, some strange things will be poured into the Pillar of the Furnace, such as Merlin's special alchemy potion.

Unknowingly, this steel city has developed a "mechanical" ecosystem. As long as a few buttons are pressed on the console, the city will undergo different changes according to different goals.

The extension of the railway, the output of the Forge Pillar, and the gears of the city are overloaded. This is so terrifying, as if this city was prepared for something when it was founded.

The girl stood on the street, looking up at the giant whales wandering in the clouds. They passed through the thick clouds, their figures looming, as if they were a scene from a myth.

I suddenly felt very emotional. Compared with this steel city, she was so small and not worth mentioning.

The old housekeeper came from behind, and Yawei put a coat on Seliu. These days of God's birthday are the coldest days in the season, and they are also the last days. After the cold, the warmth will return, and the New Year will come.

I will visit this land again.

"Are you sure we want to go?" Yawei asked, he still didn't like the rest of the trip.

"I made an appointment with Mrs. Valloode. She hopes that I can visit her." Seleu said, "I am not a person who breaks promises."

"No, no, actually, we can definitely invite her here." Yawei pointed to the mansion behind him. Compared with 121a Cork Street, this is not a problem several times bigger.

Seliu glanced up at her. As usual, she still had an indifferent expression on her face. Yawei sighed. He knew that he still couldn't twist her, so he had to take out the pistol and check the ammunition.

"What are you doing?"

"Just in case." Yawei said, not knowing what he was guarding against.

It seemed that because of his age, Yawei felt a little funny at the moment.

"Seleu, you did a great job at this."

"What's great?"

"I mean in terms of strategy?"

"Plot?" Seliu obviously didn't understand what Yawei was talking about at this moment.

"Lorenzo! He is a complete lunatic. It's hard to figure out his preferences. Maybe he will kill you on a whim as soon as you please him... So I hate people like him," Ya

Wei looked at the girl, "It's uncontrollable and unpredictable. You never know whether he will burst into tears or smile and shoot in the next second."

"Sounds like him."

Recalling the last scene in my mind, the man who was obviously about to die suddenly became crazy, told strange stories, and then took Lawrence with him to hell.

"Yes, so his life will never be boring, just like a pirate, it will always be stormy seas."

Yawei said, with a bit of envy in his expression.

Yes, who can help but envy this kind of life? Just like a ghost pirate story, the great Captain Lorenzo Holmes and his beloved pirate ship Winchester galloped across the seven seas, grabbing from the south

North, from east to west, as long as there are ships sailing on this sea, this bastard will never get bored.

"But forget about that kind of life, everyone will grow old eventually, and even the young heart will find its destination." Yawei sighed.

He is a mortal, and everyone is a mortal. They will all feel tired, and one day they will want to put down the steering wheel and find a place to settle down. But Lorenzo is different. He will never stop. When he stops, that will be his end.

And such people have only one ending, to be buried in the sea.

"So, before you want to conquer this psychopath, you must first conquer his family."

"Huh? Family, Mrs. Vallude? Wait a minute... Do you think Lorenzo has this concept of 'family'?" Seleu said unceremoniously.

Yawei was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Seliu to say that.

"He will not be bound by anything, Yawei. Even if he becomes a pirate, he will rob other people's ships. After all, maintaining a pirate ship is a troublesome thing for him."

"Don't think so much, it's just a holiday."

Seleu finally said.

…

121a Cork Street.

The atmosphere in the room became much happier after Seleu's arrival, but in fact it was just her and Mrs. Vallude's happiness.

Lorenzo sat obediently to the side. It was obviously his home, but he was as reserved as an outsider. Yawei, an outsider, was staring at him not far away. Lorenzo didn't know what was going on, anyway.

I feel like Yawei has an evil aura about him.

Thinking back carefully, I got off the train and came all the way back, so I probably didn't offend him.

Although he was used to Yawei being like this, there was still a sharp contrast with today's joyful festival. Hig was caught in the middle. He didn't understand anything. He was not from the same world as these people at all.

The unfortunate child was restless. He wanted to finish his meal quickly and then sneak back to his room.

After devouring the food, Hig wiped the corners of his mouth, hoping to leave without attracting anyone's attention, but at this moment Yawei, who had been silent, spoke.

"Who is this?"

Although he often broke into Lorenzo's room with a gun, Yawei was not familiar with Sigurd.

"My roommate, Sigurd."

Lorenzo jumped out and put his arms around Sigg, acting like good brothers.

Sigg tried to break away from Lorenzo's hand, but Lorenzo was obviously stronger than him, and Sigg couldn't move.

"Hello." Yawei said with a smile.

"You...okay." Sigurd said awkwardly.

He is a somewhat introverted person, or timid. He does not like to deal with these people. Judging from the temperaments of Yawei and Seleu, he knows that they are destined to be people from different worlds. Sometimes the etiquette is like that of the upper class.

The same pity for the humble made him feel uncomfortable.

"What's your job?" Yawei asked casually.

"Machinist." Sigg said, even though he had been fired from the factory.

After quitting hallucinogens, Sigg has been doing odd jobs to make ends meet. After all, he is a mechanic, and in this mechanical city, there will always be places where he is needed.

Although I don’t earn as much as before, I also have a lot of leisure time.

Yawei nodded. The profession of mechanic sounds much more serious than that of demon hunter.

Thinking of this, his eyes shifted to Lorenzo's face again. Lorenzo, who was still holding hands, sat upright unconsciously as if he was being watched by the teacher.

The more Lorenzo Yawei looked at him, the angrier he became. The old guy forcibly calmed down his mood. After all, he was old and couldn't be angry all the time. He had to have a better mentality.

After repeatedly persuading himself several times, Yawei looked away. Sometimes ignoring is a good choice.

Mrs. Vallude put the record on the gramophone, and melodious singing sounded. With the candlelight swaying, everyone sat on the ammunition box and welcomed the beautiful scene.

It's a festival, it's a good festival. The fighting and killing throughout the year can be stopped today. No matter what little thoughts are in our hearts, everyone is friends tonight, singing and dancing together, and it's extremely joyful.

But it was like a false dream. When I woke up, the world turned back to its cold and ruthless state, as if the joy last night was all fake.

Or maybe only on this day, at this warm moment, will everyone's closed hearts open up a little.

Lorenzo suddenly felt dazed for a moment, as if he suddenly remembered who he was after being too immersed in something.

This is Lorenzo, Lorenzo Holmes.

At the moment when no one noticed, Lorenzo disappeared quietly. He returned to his room, and after being stunned for a while, he sat by the window.

He liked this location, like a viewing platform, where he could see the sunset over Old Dunling, and the gloomy sky seemed to be ignited, burning all the way to the horizon.

Picking up the familiar box, it was the only souvenir he had of the Demon Hunting Order.

After the Night of Holy Advent, Lorenzo took it to Old Dunling, and finally buried it and said goodbye to the past. But who would have thought that the past would come to find him again. The demon was not dead, and the Night of Holy Advent was also destroyed.

Covered in weird conspiracies and secrets, he still can't stop.

Opening the box, the last nailed sword was displayed inside, glowing coldly in the dim light.

Lorenzo felt a little nostalgic.

Many years ago, the Demon Hunting Order seized the Holy Grail and carried out that great execution. It was the most glorious moment of mankind's fight against the unknown, and of course it was also the last glory.

The source of all stories, the culprit that created it all.

"Watson?"

Lorenzo suddenly shouted, but no one answered him. He was the only one in the whole room, alone.

"Oh, happy holidays."

He was talking to himself, and he didn't know who he was talking to, but suddenly a voice sounded behind him.

"You too, happy holidays."

The sound scared Lorenzo and jumped up. There are always embarrassing moments, such as when you are preparing to feel sad, and suddenly there is someone watching all this... It makes you want to die.

"Seleu?"

Lorenzo looked at the girl next to the door. She walked without making a sound.

"So what happened?"

Lorenzo sat down, closed the box, and hid the nail sword.
To be continued...