The window was pushed open by the strong wind, and crackling sounds continued, as if countless hands were knocking hard. Under this weird feeling, a chilling chill poured into the room, causing the candlelight to swing violently.
The sky and the earth were all gray, and endless torrential rain fell from the rolling dark clouds, violently hitting the port, the sea, and the ships. The waves continued to surge, carrying the sea water and hitting the deck.
The rainfall this rainy season was much heavier than in previous years. Above the remote port of Rendona, the outside world seemed to be experiencing an apocalypse. The anchor chains were pulled tight and countless ships were like floating leaves, being swept and pushed around at will.
However, the terrible situation outside could hardly affect everything inside the ship. In the dim light, the flickering firelight cast cruel silhouettes on people's faces.
The old man raised his head slightly and looked at the somewhat uneasy guest at the end of the long table.
He was wearing a cold, dark mask with golden traces painted on it, like a perfect work of art. His entire body was shrouded in a dark robe. Under the loose cloth, it was difficult to discern his intelligence from his figure.
"Long time no see, Cardinal Miguel."
There were muffled sounds coming from beneath the mask, and he greeted the old man at the end of the long table.
"Dean Lawrence?"
Miguel asked doubtfully. Although the meeting had been arranged in advance, the Lawrence he knew in his memory would not wear a mask. He was confused about the true identity under the mask.
"It's me."
"So why don't you take off your mask?"
"Under the mask, there is just another mask."
Lawrence avoided Miguel's question. In fact, except for the plague doctor, no one knew what Lawrence looked like after his rebirth. After that, he wore a mask wherever he went.
"So, if you don't want to take off the mask, what else can you prove yourself?"
Miguel's expression was full of vigilance. The exiles he led had been hunted down by the new Pope. In order to counterattack the new Pope, he needed the "Revelation" that could change the situation, so he sent Shermans to Old Dunling.
But a few days ago, he got the news of Shermans' death from secret channels. After that, according to the information he got from Shermans, Lawrence had died in the battle with the Purification Agency before the birthday of the God.
If Lawrence had died long ago, then who was this masked man in front of him? If he was really Lawrence, how did he fake his own death
Miguel was extremely alert, because Lawrence was one of the culprits who triggered the Holy Night, not to mention that he was a demon hunter himself.
Lawrence fell silent, turned his head and looked out the window, at the end of the storm.
With his arrival here, the plague doctor's action should have begun. Under Lawrence's layout, both Shermans and the Protestant Order were controlled by Lawrence. The letter written in the secret blood, relying on the information gap, easily played everyone in his hands.
I guess a local war has already broken out in Montenegro Hospital at this moment, and everything is developing as expected.