Like an illusion in a trance, as the figure moved, Watson's figure disappeared into the air, but the cold touch of his fingers still remained on Lorenzo's cheek.
Something is going to happen...
Lorenzo's breathing gradually became heavy. He knew very well that Watson would not scare him for no reason. Although that guy was a hateful devil, as she said herself, she had never deceived Lorenzo. She just came up with one true story after another to make the people in the story fall into eternal damnation.
The three people who were talking did not seem to notice Lorenzo's abnormality. The overall atmosphere was very good. With the appearance of Seleu, more people gathered around and tried to please the future Duchess.
But Lorenzo couldn't fit in with the atmosphere at all. He slowly raised his hand and hid a sharp knife into his tight cuffs.
This was a noble ball, and Lorenzo came without any weapons. His Winchester and cane sword were left in Cork Street.
Lorenzo cursed inwardly, feeling extremely upset.
Lorenzo was not like this before. He was a cold and efficient demon hunter who always kept weapons and vigilance by his side, instead of a detective who was in danger but didn't know it.
"Do you know why no one has a name?"
The distant voices echoed in his mind, and Lorenzo couldn't understand why he thought of these things at this moment.
That was a story that happened a long time ago. All the orphans had their names taken away by the church. They were all candidate weapons, and the weapons only needed a dispensable code name.
People can feel fear and sadness, make mistakes and panic, but weapons are different. Weapons are made of cold metal, efficient and perfect, and they have eliminated all human shortcomings.
Lorenzo took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, there was a faint light rising under the gray-blue. He concealed it well and did not look at anyone. No one noticed anything unusual about this man.
He was thinking, thinking about the source of the crisis, until he heard the conversation among the crowd.
"Duke Salicardo, your reputation has not been very good recently."
Someone said.
"I heard that your factory has hired many survivors, and there have been many deaths recently. Those unions are preparing to investigate you."
The man chuckled at this.
"Investigate me. They are protecting the workers of Inglvig, not the workers of Gaulnalo. And without me, they can't even eat."
In his opinion, the remnants were the perfect labor force, cheap and without any welfare insurance.
Some people remained silent. After all, he was a wealthy tycoon who controlled the economic lifelines of many people. There was no need to offend him. However, some people kept agreeing with him as if they had discovered something.
Lorenzo stared blankly at the Duke of Salicardo in the crowd. He found the end of all the clues, but he did not expect it to be in this way.
Lorenzo walked straight through the crowded crowd. He exuded a cold, dead aura and a lifeless feeling, like a cold machine. With his arrival, everyone couldn't help but make way for him.
"There's something unusual."
He moved closer to Duke Phoenix and whispered in his ear.