The once prosperous manor was now in ruins, and the vibrant lawn was baptized by the flames, leaving only dead ashes spread on it, raising dust as the wind passed by.
In the end, there is a gray tinge of death, and everything seems so sad.
The two monster-like people stared at each other from a distance, their expressions either indifferent or furious.
"Dean Lawrence, where on earth did you go that night?"
The ghost questioned again. He was a survivor of the Holy Night, a survivor who absolutely could not exist.
It was really bone-chilling cold, just like a familiar face appearing from beneath the frozen lake. He was clearly dead, but one day when you were walking on the frozen lake, you saw his stubborn face again.
Even though he's already dead, he still stubbornly breaks through the ice and tries to drag you down.
There is always something chasing you, some are memories, some are missions, and some are the angry spirit of revenge.
"What on earth did you guys do on the night of the Holy Coming?"
The faint voice sounded again, and the burning iron cavalry stepped over the scorched grass, with raging flames burning behind him, as if he was carrying the scorching sun on his back.
The voices began to blur and overlap, as if countless people were questioning him at the same time, all those dead witchers.
Few people know the full story of the Night of the Holy Visitation. After all, the disaster that swept across the entire Seven Hills was too horrific, and even the holy Pope died inexplicably in the end.
In memory, Medanzo was also one of the insiders. When the [Messiah]-level containment broke through, he was the first to enter while guarding outside the Cathedral of San Naro. But now he is dead, and his only will lives in the [gap] like a lonely ghost.
Lorenzo knew only a vague idea of all this, and knew nothing more.
Suddenly he recalled the conversation with Medanzo many years ago. As a guard guarding the Cathedral of San Naro, Lorenzo's job was actually very boring. After all, few devils would dare to attack here. Even with this huge armed guard, they might not even be able to step onto the sacred stairs.
The job at that time was extremely boring, but boredom is a good thing. There were no monsters, no battles, and apart from the secret blood flowing in his body, Lorenzo was just an ordinary guard. Everything was normal and beautiful.
At that time, Lorenzo asked Medanzo what he wanted to do after retirement. After all, he was the best in the branch. Maybe he could succeed Archbishop Lawrence and become the new archbishop. He might even get a red robe to wear for fun.
But Medanzo said he was not interested in that kind of life. He asked Lorenzo what he wanted to do. Lorenzo said he wanted to be a wandering bard or something, traveling around the world and reading all kinds of things.
"It's very much your style, but I don't like to travel around. Maybe I'll open a firm with her."
This was Medanzo's answer at the time. He said he wanted to open a detective agency, but now he has become a detective and he is dead forever.
No one could have imagined that this would be the outcome many years later, just as Lorenzo could not have imagined that he would become like this many years later.
"You... don't look like him?"