"Lorenzo de' Medici..."
The man turned his chair toward the window, looked at the rain that seemed to never stop, and whispered the long-lost name.
When a person lives too long, the memories of the past become unfamiliar. Looking back now, one may have the illusion that they are from the memories of another person.
The plague doctor pushed the door slightly open, revealing a gap. He looked at Lawrence with some curiosity. This guy had become very strange since the past few days, always whispering that ancient name in the empty room.
"Plague Doctor."
Lawrence said suddenly, as if he knew that the plague doctor was by the door.
The epidemic doctor did not hide his feelings and simply opened the door and walked over.
"What are you mumbling about?" asked the doctor.
If everything was not going as expected, the plague doctor would even think that Lawrence had some mental problems. However, if there really was some mental problems, he would think it was normal. After all, Lawrence was reborn in an extremely taboo way.
After so much effort, his young and strong body finally broke free from the cage of flesh and blood.
"A... friend, mentor, enemy..."
Speaking of that person, Lawrence's eyes looked complicated.
"That Lorenzo de' Medici?" asked the plague doctor.
He knew this name, the great Cardinal de Medici, who brought the Gospel Church into its golden age. But with his fall, that fascinating golden age collapsed. It can be said that he was an extremely legendary figure in the history of the church, but with his death, his deeds gradually faded and no one knew about them anymore.
Lawrence nodded, feeling somewhat proud and somewhat relieved.
"I am from the same era as him, and I witnessed his rise and fall with my own eyes."
It seemed as if memories were triggered, and there was a melancholy on the young face that was inconsistent with his age.
The plague doctor was keenly aware of the difference in Lawrence. Lawrence was a very arrogant man. Although he always pretended to be humble, the plague doctor knew very well that this was the arrogance of a superior.
After knowing his own death, this guy became fearless, as if nothing in the world could shock his mind. But when that ancient name was mentioned, this guy was actually rarely in awe, awe from the bottom of his heart.
"But he's dead, isn't he?" said the plague doctor.
On that burning night, not only the Old Order died, but also that great man. His life was so legendary that it should have had a glorious ending, but in the end, nothing happened and he died so easily.
But then the plague doctor realized something, and the eyes under the bird-beak mask looked at Lawrence vigilantly.
The cause of death of Cardinal Medici is unknown, but it is speculated that he died on the night of the Holy Advent, and the culprit of that night is now right in front of him.
"You killed him?"
After a long silence, Lawrence nodded slightly.
The plague doctor froze in place, his mask blocking his expression and his heavy clothes isolating all his reactions. Although he remained calm on the surface, he developed a deep fear of Lawrence.
He and Lawrence have been working together for a long time, the two monsters planning evil things, the Holy Grail flesh and blood, the Book of Revelation, the inferior secret blood... The plague doctor has witnessed too many evils, so many that he had never imagined before, but sometimes he would be grateful to Lawrence. If it weren't for this madman, perhaps he would never have acquired that knowledge.