"It is certain that someone is secretly tracking us, but it is not the Purge Agency or the Su Yalan Office."
The plague doctor came over and made a guess about the raid. They had done everything perfectly before and there had never been any mistakes, except for this time, which was an extremely critical time.
"It is impossible for the Su Yalan Office to find out about this. But similarly, if the Purge Agency finds out about this, the attackers will not be these police officers, but the Original Sin Armor that fell from the sky."
Just as Lorenzo and others expected, Lawrence had a team, an organization that was formed in secret. Although it was not strong enough, it was strong enough for Lawrence to drive.
"You don't have to worry about these things for now. After all, this is Old Dunling, the capital of Inglvig. It is a microcosm of the entire Western world. There is no need to be surprised by anything that happens here."
Lawrence said this calmly, as if he had anticipated this matter, or perhaps he didn't care at all.
Having lived for so long, Lawrence knows one thing very well: no matter how much preparation one has made, there will always be some uncontrollable factors when the event is going on, and the preparations made can only reduce the impact of those uncontrollable factors.
For example, Lorenzo is still alive.
It was not until the end of the fatal fight that Lawrence understood the reason for all this. He was not the only winner of the Holy Night.
"Lorenzo Holmes... He's a dangerous guy, very dangerous."
The plague doctor was a little curious. This was not the first time he had seen the witcher. He seemed very ordinary, and even seemed a little weak when fighting against Lawrence. He didn't understand why Lawrence described him like that.
"Where is the danger?" asked the plague doctor.
"The danger lies within... I never understood how he could counter me in the [gap], but now that I think about it, it's so obvious."
Lawrence said with some fear that he almost died at Watson's hands, just that little bit.
The plague doctor thought of something and asked with some doubt.
"Who exactly is Lorenzo? Who was he before he was called Lorenzo Holmes?"
Lawrence must know something, a secret that no one knows and is buried in the dust.
But Lawrence refused.
"Shh, Plague Doctor, don't wake those guys up."
He said mysteriously.
"He's still alive, Plague Doctor."
"Who's still alive?" asked the plague doctor.
Lawrence did not make any more responses. He had the Book of Revelation in his hands, and more and more secrets became clearer in his eyes.
As a demon hunter, Lawrence's becoming a cardinal was the end of his status, but even so, the church was still on guard against him. After all, his essence was just an inferior weapon, and weapons did not need to know those secrets.
"This is a taboo. Any rash contact will only drag us down. Besides, there are more interesting things to do now than him."
"For example?" asked the plague doctor.
"For example, Cardinal Miguel."
Lawrence looked at the plague doctor, trying to see something from under the thick mask.
"The new pope doesn't look friendly, otherwise the tough Miguel wouldn't have been defeated like this," Lawrence continued. "I'm very familiar with him. Unlike the others, Miguel is a fanatical believer and a complete madman. When we were discussing how to deal with the Holy Grail, he was a staunch believer."