"So you dug this information out of Irene? It feels like there is nothing..."
Hercule looked at the sea under the night sky with a blank face. The cool sea breeze blew on his cheeks, making him feel a little cold.
"That's a lot, isn't it? Isn't that enough for you?"
Lorenzo glanced at Hercule who was sitting on the chair, and his eyes wandered to the room behind him.
There was no extra room for Irene, and in order to make it easier to keep an eye on her, she was placed directly in the living room. Although she said that she had surrendered to Lorenzo and turned over a new leaf, no one would believe this woman who was full of nonsense.
"I need a lot of intelligence, the more the better. Only with a lot of data can I figure out what they want to do," Hercule said.
"So what can you come up with with what you have, Hercule?"
Lorenzo leaned over the fence and looked at the terrace below. It was already night, but the lights were still on and people were drinking and chatting.
"Just some... purposes. I can roughly guess what they want to do."
Hercule closed his eyes and thought. The terrible sea made his thoughts slow down a lot.
"Gaulnalo has always been controlled by the faith of the Gospel Church. However, as the most secretive institution in the entire country, the Iron Law Bureau firmly opposes the existence of faith," Hercule narrowed his eyes slightly. "It seems that this matter of Orthodoxy was planned by them long ago. Gaulnalo does not want to be dominated by the Gospel Church anymore. Now is the best opportunity to fight back."
"And that Corey Ferre. Although I was lying dead in the room, I was still able to hear your conversation to some extent. From Eileen's description, Corey Ferre was an out-and-out patriot and a staunch atheist who extremely hated the existence of faith."
Hercule tapped the armrest with his fingers as he spoke.
"The coronation of the Orthodox Pope, and the ships setting sail..."
"Have you got any plans?" Lorenzo asked.
Hercule shook his head and said helplessly.
"No, nothing, Lorenzo."
As he spoke, his eyes remained on the sea in front of him. Hercule hated the sea.
"I hate the sea, Lorenzo. Don't you think that when you are on the ocean, it feels like you have come to another world?" Hercule said calmly.
"Wherever you look, there is an endless sea. The only thing that can support you is the deck under your feet. You may be able to follow the direction of the stars, but most of the time you will face endless rainstorms, as if you are in the world after death. No matter how hard you struggle, you will not be saved."
He exhaled deeply and scratched the big rat in his arms.
"That's what happened to me when I was shipwrecked. I felt like I was dead and my soul was in hell. This hell was an endless ocean where I would drown and come back to life again, repeating this process for eternity."
"We are in such a sea now, Lorenzo."
Hercule suddenly turned his head, and he seemed like a different person, with coldness and a little madness in his eyes.