The atmosphere that had finally eased became tense again. Lorenzo's expression was very strange. He wanted to say something but stopped, and in the end he sighed helplessly.
And... we are really acquaintances.
Lorenzo felt a headache. He was not sure whether Shrike knew this information. But logically speaking, as an advisor for this operation, Shrike could not be unaware of this. In other words, when he told him about his exploration of the Silent Sea, he also knew that he would meet the shipbuilder Floki again in the future.
Now Lorenzo had some understanding of Shrike's complicated emotions at the time. He kept stroking the death knell, not so much because he was looking for a sense of security from the gun, but rather because he was accumulating his hatred.
The anger and hatred that had lasted for ten years continued to ferment and grow in the dark corners of my heart until it could no longer be suppressed and broke through the cage...
It’s daunting to think about.
Lorenzo quickly shook his head. He could empathize with such emotions because Lorenzo had also been dominated by this endless hatred.
Lorenzo was a little dazed when he thought of this. He looked at Seleu, and the girl looked at him in confusion, not understanding what was wrong with this guy in front of her.
For some reason, Lorenzo suddenly looked very tired, probably because he thought of the Shrike. He put down the Winchester in his hand, leaned casually against the sundries behind him, and collapsed into a ball.
Ruled by hatred...
Sometimes Lorenzo wondered if he had gotten over it. It seemed that he had gotten over it. He had become more like a person, and his face was not so gloomy as often. He even had a lot of friends who gathered in the office to eat and drink with him shortly before sailing.
Familiar faces emerged in his mind one after another. They were some good, some evil, some alive, some dead. They were all people Lorenzo had come into contact with in recent years. They were not strangers he had met once, but people whose names he could really remember.
So... have I really walked out of the darkness
Lorenzo had doubts.
It seemed that, just like the conversation with Watson in the train station, Lorenzo was a slave to fate. He broke through the haze of the Holy Night, but then a greater darkness enveloped him, as if it was a joke from fate.
"What's wrong?"
The crazy guy in front of him suddenly fell silent, and Seleu stared at Lorenzo in confusion.
"nothing."
Lorenzo raised his head and looked into Seleu's eyes. Lorenzo's face was reflected in his clear eyes.
“It just suddenly occurred to me that such a long time had passed!”
Lorenzo became cheerful again and spoke with a smile on his face.
"Look, the greatest investment of my life!"
As he spoke, he held up Seleu's face with both hands and spoke nonsense.
"From a beggar to a duke, my investment can be written into textbooks!"
Seleu had a cold expression on his face and reached out to knock Lorenzo's hands away.
"I think you can be nailed to the pillar of shame in the history of detectives... Are you really a detective? A mercenary is more suitable for you, right?"
Winchesters, spiked swords, folding knives, and some weapons that Seleu couldn't recognize were everywhere in the room. Sometimes she had the illusion that Lorenzo lived in the armory.