It has been a long time since I felt this way, cutting off all ties and concerns with others, and completely becoming a helpless desperado. Although this sounds a bit sad, it also means that both the plague doctor and Floki can give up everything.
The plague doctor glanced at Lorenzo, who was standing at the end of the corridor. He was leaning against the wall, with his head down, thinking about something.
"Aren't you going to say goodbye or something? Or are you going to follow me and keep watching me forever?"
Hearing the words of the plague doctor, Lorenzo raised his head and spoke nonchalantly.
“That’s not necessary.”
"What's unnecessary."
The plague doctor thought Lorenzo's performance was quite interesting. He was different from these desperadoes, and this difference was enviable.
"I won't die here. I'm destined to come back alive. I've never left, so why should I say goodbye?"
Lorenzo turned around and motioned for the plague doctor to follow him. He was already prepared, having put on a thick coat and carrying a sword bag full of spiked swords on his back. He looked like a porcupine carrying a lot of sharp spikes, making a tinkling sound as he walked.
This is the difference between Lorenzo and these desperadoes. There are still too many things in this world that Lorenzo is attached to. He will not fall easily in the sea of silence like them. No matter who dies, he will not die. Just like he said to Queen Victoria, Lorenzo will come back with hope.
The plague doctor did not say anything. To him, these words did not sound like they were spoken to him, but rather like Lorenzo talking to himself.
Lorenzo was cheering himself up, inspiring himself, and declaring war on himself.
The technicians and ship doctors were busy. They prepared a large amount of supplies, tied them together, and put them into heavy weapons boxes. The Black Angel raised his hand and carried these weapons boxes on his back. It was Watson who was controlling the Original Sin Armor in them.
Her body was only temporarily seized, and was essentially still a mortal body, too fragile for Watson, so she chose to use this body as a medium to control the black angel, using the huge size of the Armor of Original Sin itself to take on the role of a porter.
"In about a few dozen minutes, we should set off."
Lorenzo closed his eyes, then slowly opened them, with a flash of white in his eyes. "The ice is getting thicker and thicker. The Morning Advance is already struggling to break the ice. Continuing to forcefully advance will only speed up the consumption of lacquer antimony."
Thanks to the Power Gabriel, everyone on the ship is now Lorenzo's eyes. Using them, Lorenzo can observe the situation around him in real time.
The temperature has dropped to a terrifying level. Except for these heated areas, other areas of the Morning Advance are covered with solid ice. Looking down at the ironclad ship from the sky, you will find that it is covered with a thick layer of white snow. Only the hot air flows out of the chimney from time to time, like the breath of a steel giant, indicating that it is not dead yet.
"It's a good idea to leave at this point, otherwise our retreat route will be frozen... But these things should have nothing to do with you, right?"
Lorenzo said halfway, then stopped.
The plague doctor smiled and said, "Indeed, it has nothing to do with me. Knowing this is enough."