Tonight is very strange, as if something is about to happen. The bright full moon hangs high above the night sky like a pupil, as if it is the eye of some god, coldly gazing at the mortal earth with the stars.
Lorenzo stood blankly on the deserted street. He seemed not to have recovered from the shock of the sudden scene. The golden flames burned all the nothingness, and then the world in his memory appeared before his eyes.
This daze did not last long. He soon realized what was happening. He took two cautious steps forward and then looked at this familiar city with nostalgia and palpitations.
The buildings are like towering spears, piercing the sky. During the day, the streets are filled with devout believers, and at night, the prayers and hymns here never stop.
Yes, he did it, returned to the depths of his memory, to this city of faith and holiness, the place of seven hills.
In Lorenzo's cognition, he was a member of the Medanzo witchers, guarding the Cathedral of San Naro. He was familiar with everything in this city, and he followed the route in his memory, heading towards the place of candlelight and hymns.
The singing became clearer and clearer, and Lorenzo knew that he was about to reach the ancient building. His footsteps were heavy, and the exciting sound began to overlap with another sound. The two footsteps overlapped together, and then the man walked past Lorenzo in the darkness.
Lorenzo stared blankly at the man who passed by him. He was wearing gorgeous iron armor and a white robe with gold edges underneath. A spiked sword was inserted at his waist, and his face was hidden under the helmet.
It was a cold, iron face, with eyes peering around in the darkness beneath the eye sockets. The iron cross on his chest collided with the armor back and forth, making a crisp sound, and he was humming a familiar hymn following the sound.
“… 047.”
Lorenzo muttered.
He couldn't see the man's face clearly, but perhaps it was the so-called intuition, Lorenzo was sure that the man in front of him was 047. He was named Medanzo and was the strongest shield of the Cathedral of San Naro.
047 did not see Lorenzo. To be more precise, Lorenzo did not exist. This was a world of memories. Everything in front of him happened many years ago. Lorenzo was just reliving it now.
It was late at night and the streets were empty. The Cathedral of Sant'Anna slowly emerged before our eyes, echoing with endless hymns and candlelight surging and rippling like the sea.
A white brick staircase appeared before our eyes, connecting the Cathedral of St. Naro and the land of the Seven Hills. It was like a staircase to heaven. All believers were eager to climb this staircase and enter the beautiful kingdom of God.
At this moment, there were still a few scattered people on the stairs. There were not many of them, and it seemed that there were only a dozen of them, but they were wearing the same armor as 047, with their swords hidden in sheaths, and the edges of the armor were shining sharply.
The Medanzo witchers stood on the stairs like stone statues, motionless and with suppressed murderous aura. It was not until 047 arrived that the frozen picture melted away.
"Is the inspection over?" asked 051.
"It's over. The Seven Hills isn't very big, and there's a curfew tonight, so the patrol will be quick." 047 said.