Lorenzo's memories ended and he stopped talking. As if he was recalling those good times, he looked out the window in silence. After a long time, the silence was broken by Hercule.
"047 sounds like a sincere seeker of knowledge."
Hercule didn't know the details of the [Baptism of God's Favor], but judging from the unique knowledge, 047 must have collected a lot.
“He is different from me. He is a restless lamb, full of enthusiasm for everything... In fact, the career of a demon hunter is very difficult. Not only after we officially become demon hunters, but we also have to undergo arduous training when we are young, from theology to swordsmanship. Everyone is eliminated at different stages.
Becoming a priest, and then a Templar Knight... In fact, we are glorious beings. In Florence, both priests and Templar Knights are extremely noble professions, but we, the homeless stray dogs, have received this honor.
At that time, many people envied us. They thought that these young children were the descendants of those great men. Only in this way could they achieve such success at such an age. But in fact, these were just compensations for the price. Those who knew our fate always looked at us with disdain. "
Lorenzo's voice was very calm. This might be the day when he recalled the past the most in all these years. Those blurry images gradually became clear.
"Just like those lambs to be slaughtered, they are going to die anyway, so it doesn't matter if they are given some ridiculous glory, right? Most people died from the implanted secret blood, but fortunately I survived, 047 and 016 also survived, they are my best friends, and everyone survived."
Hercule was silent. He analyzed his past from Lorenzo's words. From his words at this moment, it can be heard that Lorenzo still thinks of himself as 042, and the existence of 042 runs through all his memories, from childhood to the present.
"And what happened next?" asked Hercule.
"Later..."
Lorenzo paused, but seemed to no longer feel the pain of the wound, he simply replied.
"Except for me, 047 and 016 all died in the Holy Night. They all died, all died..."
Lorenzo suddenly stood up and closed the open window, blocking out the wind and rain.
"You look a little tired."
"It's okay, just mentally exhausted. This kind of exhaustion is very difficult to recover from." Lorenzo replied.
"Want to take a break?"
"Is that all?" asked Lorenzo, who felt as if he were only just beginning to recollect the past.
"A person's existence cannot be described by a simple note... Human beings are contradictory and complex," Hercule said, looking at Lorenzo, "For example, you, Lorenzo Holmes, you are a vicious and violent detective on the surface, but secretly you support those poor orphans.
Are you an evil person? It doesn't look like it, but who can say you are a good person? After all, your hands are covered in blood. "
Hercule took a deep breath.
"So this is what humans are like. This is true for both 042 and 047. If they can be described with just one simple word, then that person must be a ridiculous fiction, right?"