At this time, Jiudunling has entered spring. The hazy drizzle falls from the sky, coming so suddenly and without any warning.
Samuel stood on the street, looking at the gloomy sky, feeling the chill in the wind, and couldn't help but buttoning his clothes tightly. Most of the pedestrians on the street were like him, with long clothes covering most of their bodies. Old Dunling was an industrial city, and the air was filled with scattered dirty particles, which such clothes could block well.
This is a very interesting city. It is difficult for foreigners who come here for the first time to accept it. Industrial pollution is corroding the city, but the vigorous power in the core is constantly making the city progress. Destruction and rebirth coexist. The eliminated parts are placed in the abyss at the bottom, and new technologies are constantly built on these corpses, repeating over and over again.
Samuel was full of curiosity about this city that only existed in the mouths of others. Only now that he had arrived did he realize the difference between it and Florence.
Although Lorenzo de' Medici is dead and the golden age he led has come to an end, some wealth has been preserved from that ending era. It has become the cornerstone of art and has made the humanities and arts of Florence continue to rise.
Melodious tunes, exquisite paintings, in the singing of poets, Florence and faith are perfectly combined. Although it seems a bit backward from today's perspective, its backward sacredness is pure and fascinating, full of psychedelic and holy colors.
But the old Dunling where he is now is completely different from it. This city has no romance or fantasy at all, only a solemn iron-gray color. From the sky to the earth, it is covered by such gray fog. It fills every place and becomes one with the city.
There is no room for any fantasy. There is only the absolutely cruel reality, suffocation and despair, but also full of progress and hope.
Samuel coughed violently a few times. As a stranger, he could not stand the air in Old Dunling. It was cold and damp, with a smell of rust. Sometimes breathing was a torture.
As a member of the delegation and Anthony's deputy, this old Dunling is a dangerous place for Samuel. Although there is nothing wrong now, he always suspects that someone is watching him vigilantly somewhere.
The Purification Agency was so wary of them that after welcoming the delegation, they were like being under house arrest in the embassy. There were no activities requiring them to attend, so they could only stay in the embassy obediently. A carriage would arrive late at night, and the person in charge named Arthur would talk to Anthony alone. As for what they talked about, Samuel had no idea.
He really couldn't stand such a life. Of course, he was more curious about the old Dunling. After getting Anthony's consent, he finally had the opportunity to go out and take a look. Although he couldn't go too far, it was enough.
Samuel could feel the vague gazes, those people were spying on him. After all, he was also a demon hunter with dangerous secret blood flowing in his body, and he was not yet bound by the silver binding bolt.
Unlike regular demon hunters, new generation demon hunters like Samuel do not have much time for training due to urgent needs, and their control of power is not very sophisticated, but it is enough to cope with ordinary work.