It's a new day again, a new job, a new life. Old Dunling still looks familiar. The dense rain keeps falling, and no one knows when it will stop.
Lorenzo got on the carriage, and only then did Lorenzo realize that the old guy Oscar was actually quite strong. Perhaps it was concealed by his loose clothes, but this guy was actually big and strong.
Three people could barely fit into the narrow space. Lorenzo sat next to the door with one hand on the armrest.
"So you're going to go there in person, which might be dangerous." Oscar asked.
Lorenzo's reaction was strange. Oscar never expected that Lorenzo would be so interested in Shermans. Lorenzo didn't seem to intend to explain anything and remained silent after getting in the car.
"After I leave, keep the carriage moving, preferably as long as possible."
Lorenzo said suddenly, and then he pushed the car door open a crack, as if he would jump out in the next second.
At this time, the carriage had already entered the busy streets. Although it was still raining, colorful umbrellas and carriages filled the streets like a surging river. This was the place Lorenzo chose deliberately. Only here could he get rid of those surveillance. Although it was not clear whether they were still watching him, it always didn't hurt to be careful.
Half of his body was leaning out, like a cheetah waiting for an opportunity, but just before Lorenzo was about to jump out, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Seleu who was sitting in the innermost.
"He is not a good guy. You can only believe half of what he says."
This was said to Seleu, the little girl didn't quite understand why Lorenzo suddenly said this, while Oscar on the side smiled awkwardly.
This was truly an extraordinary period, otherwise Lorenzo would not have let Oscar go so easily. Before she could ask any further questions, Lorenzo dodged when the carriage crossed paths with another one.
He kept his head down as much as possible, walked forward under countless umbrellas, and then stepped into the winding alleys, trying to get rid of potential pursuers.
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Old Dunling, suburbs.
Shermans sat in a chair, breathing the fresh air after the rain, which was slightly cool and mixed with the fragrance of green grass, and the soil was full of vitality.
He never liked Ingwig. As a devout believer, his only home was the Seven Hills. But it was rare that after the rain, the cool and quiet feeling captured Shermans. He rarely found a comfortable place in a foreign land.
Although this place also belongs to the old Dunling, because it is located in the far suburbs, there is no steel and steam, no noisy mechanical sounds, everything here is just like it was a hundred years ago, without the slightest sense of "modernity".
The sky was no longer depressing. Golden light was revealed behind the silver-gray clouds, and the bright green grass spread to the end of the sight. If he was not too old, Shermans would like to ride a horse and gallop on it.
“Ah… it feels really good.”
He breathed hard. The life in exile and the negotiations with the Purge Agency... Too many things crushed his will and put pressure on it. Now in this remote place, he finally got some peace.
After the initial cooperation with the Purge Agency, Shermans was transferred here. In order to show mutual sincerity, Shermans cooperated with the work of the Purge Agency, and the Purge Agency also allowed him to bring his own guards. Except for a small number of monitors, all the people here are exiles.