121A Cork Street, Winchester Offices.
With Arthur's arrival, the originally joyful atmosphere dropped to freezing point.
Arthur studied Lorenzo's face carefully. After not seeing him for a month and a half, there was no obvious change in this guy. He still looked the same as he remembered.
"I think? You've opened a shop openly, so you're not going to hide anymore. So the next step should be to enjoy your retirement life and be a detective?"
Arthur stood outside for a long time before he came. Although the decorations were funny, it was obvious that Lorenzo seemed really ready to live a good life. However, the interior was still a bit messy and outrageous.
"The Winchester firm? That sounds good."
Looking up, the familiar Winchester was hanging above everyone's head, with the small poem engraved on it clearly visible.
But even so, Arthur still remained skeptical about all this.
"I think we are the same kind of people, and people like us don't have any retirement to talk about. There is only one ending waiting for us.
— Died in the corner of the battlefield."
Lorenzo remained silent. He did not seem to be in a hurry to answer Arthur. He just looked at him with a playful smile. Under that gaze, Arthur felt for some reason that he was an animal being observed.
"Is that so? Then it seems that you have made sufficient preparations before coming to see me, a reason that I cannot refuse even if I want to retire." Lorenzo asked.
"Our research on demons... is about to have a huge breakthrough."
"What do you mean?"
"During the local war at the Black Mountain Hospital, Mordred, who was affected by the erosion, regained consciousness for a short time. He talked a lot about his feelings about the erosion, as well as the more secret parts. The Perpetual Pump and the Black Mountain Hospital have now joined forces to study his intelligence."
Arthur was referring to the previous Merlin, William, who had personally experienced the Red Message incident. Perhaps he could find the story that had been concealed from him.
Lorenzo narrowed his eyes slightly, looking more and more like a fox. After a long time, he spoke slowly.
"Did I ever say I was going to retire?"
Lorenzo suddenly stood up, stepped on the mess and walked to Arthur's side.
“But this firm…”
Arthur was caught off guard by Lorenzo's sudden change. He had prepared many words to bring Lorenzo back into his camp, but he never expected that he would finally throw out such an answer.
"Arthur, this is an inherent prejudice. Is there any necessary connection between me opening an office and me continuing to kill monsters?" Lorenzo held Arthur's shoulders with an intimate look.
"Besides, is there a contradiction between the fact that I am an unforgivable evil person and that I am a kind director of an orphanage?"
Arthur was a little confused by Lorenzo's continuous words, but then Lorenzo sat down on the mahogany table, flattened the sign with his name on it, and looked at Arthur with an evil smile.
He was wearing ridiculous pajamas, but at this moment he looked like a great man about to announce a great invention.
He pointed to the blackboard beside him, which was covered with messy and crooked handwriting.