The soft sunlight pierced through the heavy mist and fell into the gap between the curtains, slightly illuminating the dim room.
Lorenzo only felt a warmth on his eyelids and slowly opened his eyes, as if he was not yet awake. He was stunned for a moment, then he yawned loudly, stretched out his curled up body, and then crawled out of the closet.
His eyes were a little sleepy. Opposite him was the familiar bed and the ceiling covered with posters.
**There is also a vague human figure, as if someone is sleeping in Lorenzo's bed, but in fact there is nothing there. It is a shape that Lorenzo deliberately created.
The actions of the Protestant group against him ultimately ended in failure, but Lorenzo felt that they would not give up so easily. Although everything became clear, this time Lorenzo stood in front of everyone without any disguise.
He is dangerous, extremely dangerous.
By now, the name of Lorenzo Holmes must have spread throughout the top leaders of the Evangelical Church. Even if they are defeated this time, as long as the Evangelical Church is not completely destroyed, the pursuers will continue to come.
After realizing this, Lorenzo wanted to hide, but he gave up and instead appeared in front of everyone. This was a provocation, but also a trust in himself. However, even so, Lorenzo still couldn't sleep well most of the time. Maybe when he was having a sweet dream, a sharp sword would pierce his throat.
After thinking it over, Lorenzo moved his bed into the cabinet. Although it was a lot narrower, at least he could sleep more comfortably. As for his original bed, he used the quilt to make a human shape to divert attention.
Lorenzo stretched himself, picked up a spiked sword from the gap of the table beside him, and walked downstairs unsteadily.
The Winchester office was filled with weapons just like before, but they were more hidden than before. These weapons also came from Oscar's funding and were the remaining weapons in his escape plan.
It's so free to live alone. Normally, Lorenzo wouldn't dare to walk around with a spike sword like this.
Under his design, the area of 121A Cork Street was divided up almost completely. Lorenzo's room was still the original one on the second floor, and the first floor was converted into the Winchester office. As for the other rooms... maybe he wanted to keep a memory, or something else, Sig and Mrs. Van Rudd's rooms were locked by Lorenzo, and the utility room was filled with weapons, officially becoming a veritable arsenal.
Lorenzo cut himself an apple with his spiked sword and while eating it, he kicked the debris on the ground aside with his feet. He began to think that he should hire a cleaner.
Finally, he sat back in his seat, with the Winchester hanging above his head and himself facing the gate. Suddenly, he felt like a door god.
His thoughts gradually became clearer, and Lorenzo couldn't help but think of the mysterious woman last night. Lorenzo finally sent her away and did not take on that strange job.
Lorenzo was a free man, but the price of freedom was very high. The remnants of Lawrence, the Protestant sect, and the unknown Silents were all Lorenzo's enemies.