"Oh, so how did I get exposed?"
On the dark dock, the final game unfolded. It was clearly a fatal blow, but Lorenzo still dodged it. The man was very surprised. He didn't expect Lorenzo to still be wary of him.
"Because I just discovered all this."
Lorenzo said as he slowly turned around to face the twisted figure.
"This underground palace was originally designed as a hot spring pass. It is very easy to hide any secrets here. There is no need to deploy troops. The demons alone are enough to resist everything."
He covered the wound with his hand. Although no blood flowed out, the real pain was still there.
"But you left a way out here. Just like you said, 'No one survives', you said this also includes you, but this dark river exposed you. You didn't want to die, so your previous appearance was just a fake death, right?"
Looking at Sabo who had transformed into a demon, Lorenzo couldn't suppress his surprise. It was obvious that he was also corrupted, but he did not become a walking corpse. He still maintained his sanity, although he had the body of a monster.
His previous short stature was no longer there. His limbs had strangely grown to become slender, and his unique fingers had become thick, so that he could hold the blade more steadily. Flesh and blood tissue similar to tendons had also grown on the mottled rapier, and it seemed to come alive under the strange and crazy blessing.
"Yeah, I can't die... No one can let me die."
Sabo's voice was hoarse and reverberant. He was almost inhuman, but he still retained his last bit of sanity.
"I am a deformed Viking. I was abandoned by Odin the moment I was born. My mother left me in the wilderness. She probably thought I would die, but I survived."
The eyeballs were squeezed together by the wildly growing tumor, and under the dark red blood vessels, the weak eyes were staring at Lorenzo.
"Mr. Holmes, I was born abandoned by the gods, but I was also born to rebel. The cold wind of the north could not kill me, and the miserable life could not defeat me. I used three fingers to buy Ingwig's ticket.
Many people have tried to kill me but failed. I will live longer than anyone else."
It was like a terrifying speech. As he spoke, sticky liquid flowed from between his sharp teeth, and his whole body was filled with madness. Sabo was born to fight for survival. Life was his only wealth. How could he abandon it just because of a word from the plague doctor
"Come to think of it, I am still a believer in the Gospel Church..."
Thinking of the past, Sabo laughed hoarsely.
"You used to be a pastor, so Mr. Holmes, have you also been abandoned by your God?"
His cloudy eyes were filled with sadness, and he couldn't believe that Lorenzo actually saw sympathy in that demon.
"I have never believed in God. I was born in Florence, where there are only two kinds of people: believers and priests."
With a slightly cold look in his eyes, he replied.
"Believers not only have to offer their faith, but also go to the church to pay money, but it's different for pastors. We only go to work on Sundays. If we don't have money, we just take a little from the collection box. Our life is very comfortable."