In the back kitchen of the tavern, three people and one rat sat in a circle, like a mysterious gathering, and these people were preparing for a vicious ritual.
Lorenzo looked at the slightly dirty and messy setting here, and couldn't help but recall the scene when he first met Hercule, which was also a tavern and a kitchen. He began to suspect whether this tavern was one of Hercule's businesses, and this business seemed to be doing well, with chain stores in Rendona.
Hercule covered his face with his hands in pain. Just now, Lorenzo hugged him excitedly and then tore off Hercule's beard. Although it was a disguise, it was close to the skin. He felt as if a layer of skin had been torn off.
Eve was observing the stranger Hercule with some curiosity, holding the furry Poirot in her arms. The big rat was very good at dealing with people. Sometimes Hercule even suspected that if an enemy came to visit one day, the stinky rat might jump into the other's arms.
"Although I know you're still alive, it's still a little weird to see you jumping around."
Hercule raised his head slightly, loosened his hand, and half of his face turned red.
"This is called good fortune, but I'm also surprised that you weren't caught by Arthur."
Lorenzo and he started to brag to each other, like good brothers.
In that storm, the Reichenbach crashed on the ridge, which caused a great stir. In order to find out how Lorenzo did it, Lorenzo's good friends were invited to have tea by Arthur, but the cunning fox Hercule escaped.
"I am different from those two guys. Oscar is from North Dro, Seleu is a duke, and me! Me!" Hercule talked about his escape journey. "Well, actually I have made a lot of money with my excellent brain, but it's just being rich. People like me are rich but not powerful. If I am caught by Arthur, who knows what will happen!"
Hercule, with his clever brain, had imagined many possible endings for himself. These terrible endings included all his assets being confiscated and himself being locked up in a mental hospital, waiting to be dissected.
"I noticed that you were very interested in demons. If Arthur invites you to tea, you might have the chance to visit the most advanced institution in the Western world that fights demons."
Lorenzo expressed his contempt for Hercules's hypocritical behavior.
"You can visit it if you want, but you can't come out if you want. I know what the Black Mountain Hospital is like. They might even slice my precious brain."
Hercule stood up and mixed something from the bottles and jars on the table.
"What would you like to drink, ma'am?"
"Just call me Eve," Eve seemed a little reserved in front of this stranger, "It's okay, just like Lorenzo."
"Is that so? Lorenzo is really lucky. I didn't plan to buy him a drink."
Hercule gnashed his teeth.
Lorenzo's final behavior involved all his good friends. It felt like these people planned to rob a bank, but Lorenzo drove into the Platinum Palace.