With the outbreak of the Holy Night, the scene of the incident, the Stasis Temple, became the main battlefield. Countless demon hunters and monsters were fighting here, and all the accumulation of the Demon Hunting Cult passed down for thousands of years was destroyed in this burning night.
It is a magnificent building no less than the Cathedral of St. Naro, and now it can only be relived in memory.
Lorenzo walked slowly in the Temple of Stasis... or the Memory Palace. Everything here was the same as in his memory. After all, they were built based on Lorenzo's memory.
Walking past the central Well of Ascension, past the Gate of Heaven leading to the ground, and past one familiar building after another, Lorenzo finally stopped in front of a door.
He looked around again. There were different doors on the ancient stone wall, countless doors, doors of various styles. Some were wooden doors, some were iron doors, some looked like bedroom doors, and some doors looked like they were holding monsters.
Each door leads to different memories. Lorenzo was confused at first, but then he figured it out.
This is not the real world, but the spiritual world of Lorenzo's memory structure. Perhaps Hercule symbolizes memory through books, while he symbolizes memory through doors, the doors that Lorenzo once opened.
As if recalling the past, he gently brushed past one handle after another until he stopped in front of a familiar handle. He moved his eyes upwards. It was a door that Lorenzo was extremely familiar with, the room he used to live in.
Lorenzo pushed it open with force, as if he was pushing a heavy stone door. Dust fell in the gap, and then a breeze blew over, mixed with warm sunshine.
“This book is quite interesting.”
This was a day off, with no training or prayer. Although his activities were limited to the parish, this was a rare freedom. 047 sat in a corner of the bedroom, flipping through the books he had copied. Perhaps because his handwriting was too messy, he frowned from time to time, wondering what the crooked words meant.
"Which one?"
042 lay on the bed, looking at the book in front of him with great effort. This was also copied by 047, but this guy's handwriting was so messy that it gave him a headache just looking at it.
"The one in 016. She called it Henry V. It describes an 'ideal monarch'."
Such a conversation seemed to have happened before, 042 asked patiently.
"So you want to be a king? 047."
"King, of course. Kings are great. But being a king is also troublesome, right? There are so many things to do in a day. It's better to be a detective." said 047.
"Detective..."
042 muttered something, then looked down at the copied book, which told the story of a detective named Holmes.
"I have been planning my retirement life. I have even asked someone to find a route for me to be transported to Old Dunling together with the other goods."
047 said as he looked at the **042.
"What about you? Have you figured out what you want to do in the future?"
042 shook his head and said sadly.
“No, maybe I’m just a boring person.”
047 always thinks so beautifully, which is completely different from 042. He has so many beautiful hopes for the future, but 042 has nothing. This child is so ordinary, dull and stupid.