A horrible tornado rolled up in the sky above Jiudunling, as if a giant finger had fallen from the sky, bringing heavy rain and strong winds and trying to touch the ground. Blazing white lightning danced in the gaps in the leaden clouds, and roaring sounds echoed in between, like craftsmen hammering steel, smelting something in the center of the storm.
“This is truly a once-in-a-century weather… I’ve seen weather like this on the sea when I was young. The storm engulfed our ship, and the whole world shook violently, as if we would sink to the bottom of the sea in the next second. I was terrified at the time, thinking that my legendary life would end in this hellish place.
However, the Vikings on the ship were extremely happy. They thought that the god Odin had come to pick them up and lead them to the sacred Hall of Valor. So the captain shouted excitedly and sailed towards the thundering storm.
Oscar looked at the terrible weather outside the window. In a trance, he seemed to be dragged back to the past by the cold rain.
"But maybe it was some damn Odin's protection. We rushed into the center of the storm. There were no terrible winds and waves. Instead, it was unexpectedly calm. The entire sky was extremely clear, and at its edge was the track of the storm.
We rushed into the eye of the storm and luckily survived. I still remember that I was so excited that I knelt on the deck and shouted "God Odin" with those Vikings. "
"So this is something you experienced yourself? And you're not just trying to bluff me?"
Looking at the cunning old man in front of him, Lorenzo doubted his words.
"If you don't believe me, you can read my 'Biography of Oscar Wilde'. I remember it was the story in the fourth volume, but I made a lot of artistic processing. But it doesn't matter, don't you think?" Oscar said with a smile.
Lorenzo was too lazy to pay attention to the guy in front of him. He rolled up his clothes hard and squeezed out the rain water on the ground.
This was the cooperation between Lorenzo and Oscar. When Lorenzo realized that the target of the new sect was himself, he reached a cooperation with Oscar just in case. Now everything is moving according to Lorenzo's idea, and the initiative of the game is back in his hands again.
"There are dry clothes in the back," Oscar reminded.
"Forget it. It's hard to change clothes, and they'll get wet anyway."
Lorenzo knew exactly what was going to happen next, and said nonchalantly, his eyes falling to the side of the seat, where there was a black suitcase.
"For risk considerations, I let Seleu leave first. After all, this cruel battlefield is not very suitable for her. As for Hercule, after guiding us here, he said he had finished his work." Oscar said.
"There's no point in keeping the two of them here. All I need are your and Seleu's resources, and Hercule who can figure out the exact location of the Black Mountain Hospital. Leave the killing to me, and you should leave now."
This was everything Lorenzo had planned before, and he looked at Oscar.
"Are you all ready?"
Lorenzo picked up the suitcase and placed it against his chest. The whole carriage shook slightly as it moved forward, and he opened the suitcase as it did so.