"Lorenzo!"
Arthur was calling out to him, but his vision was blurry and Lorenzo couldn't see him clearly.
"I'm fine..."
He answered, stumbling in his steps.
"I just... need to calm down..."
My mind was filled with an almost tearing pain, and all kinds of broken memories kept flashing before my eyes.
The pitch-black armor fell off one by one, hitting the ground with a clanging sound.
…
Lorenzo could not quite remember how he walked out of the dark underground. He stood under the dim and gloomy sky. The towering buildings of Old Dunling were like spears piercing the sky, like the giant trees in the ancient forest, blocking all the light.
The cold air rushed into his nostrils, which made him feel much more sober, but the dull pain in his mind still tortured him.
Arthur was in charge of the aftermath of the Perpetual Motion Pump. This incident was even more serious than the appearance of Archbishop Lawrence. This was the first time that the Perpetual Motion Pump had suffered such degree of damage since its establishment. Everyone became alert.
"So that damn project is going to be delayed?"
Feeling a little better, he looked at Merlin beside him. It was Merlin who had sent him away with the Perpetual Motion Pump. His face did not look good at the moment, with anger hidden beneath his calmness.
"I think so. We need to strengthen security measures and repair it... You can enjoy a small vacation for now, Mr. Holmes."
Merlin said.
"Of course, we also want to thank you for standing up. Without you, we might have to pay a much greater price."
Lorenzo didn't care about Merlin's thanks, his eyes were a little empty.
"Really... Merlin, do you understand the Gap?"
Merlin frowned slightly when he heard Lorenzo's words.
"Why do you ask that?"
"I need intelligence on it."
Lorenzo was breathing heavily. Seeing him like this, Merlin didn't ask any more questions, but just said lightly.
"That's a good start, Mr. Holmes."
"What?"
"I mean, you've learned to ask others for help, which is a good sign."
Merlin looked at the gloomy sky, as if talking to himself.
"Humans are social animals. One person is always weak."
"It's really strange to hear such words coming from your mouth."
Lorenzo glanced at Merlin, this strange alchemist, with eyes that seemed to have no soul. It seemed that everything he said would be tinged with mystery.
"We will notify you separately when the project starts. Of course, if you have any new discoveries about demons, please inform us as well."
Now they are true allies, and facing the mysterious Priest Lawrence they can only unite together.
"Yeah… "
Lorenzo coughed violently a few times and he looked very unwell.
"Are you hurt?"
Looking at Lorenzo's condition, Merlin asked with some concern.
After killing the demon, the demon hunter behaved uncharacteristically and refused to stay there for long. He insisted on leaving, as if he was afraid of something.
"It's impossible for me not to be injured, but I'm a demon hunter. As long as the injury is not fatal, I can survive it."