I slowly opened my eyes and saw the familiar ceiling, which was covered with all kinds of strange posters, some new, some old, some not yet firmly attached, with a corner falling off, hanging stubbornly above my head, swaying slightly with my breathing.
"Good morning."
Lorenzo was talking to himself, not knowing who he was greeting.
He was awake and lay lazily for a few minutes before he slowly stood up, walked to the table in his slippers, picked up the bottle of wine left over from last night, and drank the rest of the drink. But then Lorenzo started coughing loudly and dropped the bottle on the ground.
There were black stains of wine all over his mouth, and clumps of cigarette ash.
Lorenzo was a little dizzy from drinking yesterday and forgot that he used the bottle as an ashtray. A disgusting taste spread in his mouth. He tried to run to the bathroom to rinse his mouth, but ended up kicking the corner of the table.
"damn it!"
The kick hurt so much that ** burst into tears. He cursed and yelled as he moved towards the bathroom. The kick also caused the table to shake slightly, knocking over the gun that was leaning against the table.
It fell down in front of Lorenzo and tripped him.
With a thud, Lorenzo fell heavily to the ground.
"Fuck! Fuck!"
There was constant shouting and cursing.
It was just like a move or demolition. There was constant noise and clanging in Lorenzo's room. It took a long time for everything to calm down. When he opened the door, Lorenzo looked tired, and it had only been a few minutes since he got up.
It only takes a few bad minutes to ruin a good day.
Lorenzo walked down the dusty stairs and came to the living room on the first floor, which was his office.
The trip to Silent Sea took him several months, and during this time, although Eve asked people to help Lorenzo clean the room, those people stopped coming after Lorenzo came back, so the room was covered with dust again.
Of course, Lorenzo is also trying to change himself. For example, when he is free, he will sweep the floor and throw some garbage at the door instead of piling it in the house.
It’s just that sometimes Lorenzo’s attention would be drawn to other things, causing him to completely ignore the details of life.
I saw that the entire living room had been roughly renovated by him. The sofas and chairs were pushed aside, and a long table was placed in the middle. It was piled with drawings and some mechanical parts, and there were several weapons waiting to be assembled leaning against the side.
Lorenzo walked into the kitchen, looked for the leftover sausages and bread from yesterday, picked up the plate and walked to the long table.
It has been almost a month since Lorenzo returned from the Silent Sea, and the tense situation in the world has continued for another month. The sword is on the string, and no one knows how long this situation will last. It may last for another year or half a year, or the war may start tomorrow.
Lorenzo picked up the cold sausage and ate it while searching for something on the long table. Finally, he found a newspaper from a few months ago when Lorenzo was still in Jihai.
"Armor of Original Sin..."
Lorenzo made indistinct sounds while chewing food.
In order to deter other countries and to delay the war, Ingvil exposed the third-generation original sin armor to the world. Judging from this crude propaganda method, this will be a war machine that will revolutionize the world.