Borgia.
Lorenzo remembered that the surname came from the infamous Poison Dukes who were active before the Golden Age and controlled the Evangelical Church with poison and murder, but they originated from poison and ended with poison.
It was unimaginable that Shermans was actually a descendant of the Borgias, and unlike his cruel ancestors, he was a truly devout believer.
The explosion stirred up a scorching wind in the sealed wine cellar. Samuel's twisted flesh and blood was close to the door and was directly pushed out by the explosion of the lacquer tin. After dozens of seconds of calming down, Lorenzo slowly stood up and looked at the mess on the ground.
His whole body was filled with severe pain, with drops of blood dripping from the tip of his nose. Because of the explosion, Cantrera's poison had more or less affected Lorenzo. This feeling was really bad, as if countless maggots were flowing along his blood vessels, gnawing at his flesh and blood.
This poison is a secret of the Borgia family. It is extremely poisonous and can kill "people". Due to its extremely toxic nature, it was used to deal with witchers in later times. After all, witchers are not pure demons. They have human parts in their bodies, and this poison targets the bad qualities of mortals.
"Shermance!"
Lorenzo shouted, and found Shermans, who was still breathing, from the charred wreckage. He helped him up with great effort. The old man barely opened his eyes, looked at Lorenzo, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You have a good physique. I thought you would be blown to death."
Lorenzo said this, but Shermans didn't have the energy to talk nonsense with him, so he just asked weakly.
"Is he dead?"
"Most likely not. After all, that is Power Yanar. But now he probably doesn't have the strength to continue chasing us. He needs time to heal himself."
Lorenzo said that he didn't think the previous attack could kill Samuel, not only because of the power, but also because Samuel had already turned into a demon. The degree of awakening of his secret blood exceeded the critical value, and all the numerical values of his body had leaped forward, not to mention that the shot did not penetrate his heart.
But Samuel needs time to rest, and so does Lorenzo.
"We have to leave. The explosion just now will definitely attract other demon hunters. If we don't leave quickly, we may all die here."
Lorenzo carried Shermans' arm and walked with some difficulty.
The scary thing about witchers is that they always go out in groups. Lorenzo, a lone wolf, is an exception. After all, it seems that he is the only one left in the old cult. He is the last lone wolf in the pack.
"You can leave by yourself." Shermans didn't quite understand Lorenzo's persistence. If he gave up on himself, he would have a great chance of escaping from here.
"No, I need your knowledge, your secrets, the past of the Gospel Church and the Demon Hunting Order. These things are all in your head."
Listening to his words, Shermans looked at Lorenzo in surprise, his dirty face but with a bright light in his gray-blue eyes.
He is also a somewhat paranoid guy, just like himself.
Shermans grinned and laughed silently, then asked weakly.