"That's all I know... about the Night of Advent."
In the long tunnel, Lorenzo leaned against the mottled carriage of the steam subway, with Merlin and Arthur opposite him.
He exhaled a thin puff of smoke, which rose and dissipated in the turbid air. It seemed that his throat was sore from smoking too much. Lorenzo coughed forcefully a few times and dropped the cigarette butts in his hand. Unknowingly, three or four cigarette butts had piled up at his feet.
"It's been a long night."
Merlin broke the deathly silence. He didn't know whether to be happy or sad. He could only sigh helplessly from the perspective of the audience.
"Yes, it's really long. Sometimes I feel like the Holy Night has not ended yet, and its aftermath is still disturbing the entire world."
Lorenzo sighed softly, recalling those memories was really not a good thing.
"But I also have to thank the Holy Night. Although I am just a guard, I am guarding the Cathedral of San Naro after all. We, the demon hunters of Medanzo, can still know a lot of secret information."
"For example, the demon militarization project that was driven by greed, if it really succeeds, will start a new war, and I'm afraid that more people will die than during the Night of the Holy Coming."
Arthur nodded in response, his voice somewhat helpless.
"This is the current situation. Hundreds of years ago, wars were all about who had more people, who had sharper swords, and who had stronger horses. But now it's different. The times are progressing. The last time we fought a war, we used swords and shields. The next time, we may use a sky full of artillery shells."
"Everyone was very restrained and maintained a delicate balance."
Merlin nodded stiffly. As the only remaining alchemist, his brain was basically occupied by the forbidden knowledge. He didn't know much about the current political situation. It seemed that there was nothing else he could do except nod.
"So, Mr. Holmes, as a demon hunter, do you think there is any way to defeat Priest Lawrence? You should have felt that with that level of erosion, ordinary soldiers would just be sending themselves to die. You can't even resist that kind of power."
Merlin asked. The primary goal now was to capture Priest Lawrence. Given the mysterious nature of that Priest, maybe he could really start another Holy Night in Old Dunling.
"I don't know..."
Lorenzo said in a daze.
"What Priest Lawrence said is correct. I am his shadow, and all demon hunters are his shadows. Whether it is the use of power or the means of slaying demons, they are all taught by him. He is the teacher of all of us."
"Not to mention that I, as a student, am not a very good student."
Bishop Lawrence is the only demon hunter among the bishops who rule the Evangelical Church. No one knows what he did to be able to wear that bloody red robe, and no one knows how long he has lived. Even in the battle that night, Bishop Lawrence did not use his full strength.
He is terrifying, more terrifying than any demon Lorenzo has ever encountered. Archbishop Lawrence knows everything about witchers. He is the witcher who hunts witchers.
"That's really troublesome... Mr. Holmes, are you interested in helping with the scientific research project? If that project is successful, maybe we can have a better chance of winning against Priest Lawrence."