The sound of waves, crowds, machinery, steam... The world seems to have always been like this, with noisy sounds constantly mixed together. However, the plague doctor does not find it disturbing. Instead, he feels that this is the breath of life. The world is full of vitality, not dead.
"Are you showing mercy? With your abilities, there is no way I can kill you... even if that is just one of your many bodies."
The plague doctor said as he looked at the north where the sky and the sea meet. There were dense bulges under his brown coat. With the injection of secret blood, his self-healing began to accelerate, and there was already some support under the empty sleeves.
"I guess so. How does it feel to kill me? Do you feel a sense of accomplishment?"
Lawrence sat on another chair, with a small table between him and the plague doctor. He was still wearing the black mask, looking calm and composed.
The two sat together, calmly, like old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time.
This change seemed a bit abrupt and weird. They were clearly fighting to the death a few minutes ago, but now it seemed like they were having afternoon tea together, as if the bloody battle just now was just a casual prank.
"A sense of accomplishment? How is that possible?"
The plague doctor laughed at himself. If Lawrence hadn't sounded so serious, he would have wondered if this guy was making fun of him.
"I feel terrible. I tried so hard and used every possible means, but I still had to kill you by sneak attack when you let me go," the plague doctor said, shaking his head, his voice full of helplessness, "I am only suitable to be a scholar. Fighting and killing is really not suitable for me."
It seemed that Lawrence was forced into a desperate situation, but in fact, the Plague Doctor knew very well that as long as he took it a little more seriously and fought with the mentality of killing himself, there was no way that the Plague Doctor would be able to get out of that dark underground.
"But... are you letting me go, Lawrence?"
He turned his head and looked at Lawrence beside him. The dark mask looked like an abyss, with a bloody breeze blowing from it.
"I don't know what changed your mind, but at some point in the past, you must have thought about killing me, right?"
The plague doctor asked.
Lawrence looked straight ahead. Thick steam was rising from the ironclad ship. Soldiers lined up on it, waking up the sleeping steel behemoth. It was spewing out thick smoke and roaring fire was spreading under its iron body.
He did not rush to answer the plague doctor's question, but remained silent for a long time. When seagulls flew by and the sea breeze blew on his face, he slowly spoke.
"Yes, I really thought about killing you at first. To some extent, you are more powerful than me. With the knowledge in your mind, you can easily create a terrifying army."
His voice was as serious as before. Lawrence was not joking. This guy had very little sense of humor, almost none.
"This is probably the difference between a warrior and a scholar. A warrior can only solve the present, but a scholar can shape the future..."
There were also soldiers walking around in the field of vision. The entire Herne Cathedral was strictly guarded, and Lawrence could easily become any one of them.
"Before, you stood with me, and this legion obeyed my orders. But when you leave me, it is hard to guarantee that you will not create such a legion for others, such as Inglvig. Once they have such power, combined with steam technology, Gaulnalo will have no chance of resisting."