The Horn of Raging Waves Naval Port is a secret naval port affiliated to the Purification Agency. It is also a large industrial zone. The mining and refining of lacquer and antimony are carried out here. It can be said that this is the second core of the Purification Agency. After Old Dunling was severely damaged, most of the functions of the Purification Agency were gradually transferred here. However, due to its secretive existence and the long distance from Old Dunling, it does not have much presence in the hearts of many people.
"The Horn of Raging Waves?" Lorenzo seemed a little confused. "What's there?"
"You'll know when you get there."
Merlin said in a mysterious tone, then reached out and patted Lorenzo on the shoulder.
"We still have some time before we arrive, so take this opportunity to get some sleep, relax, and don't put too much pressure on yourself."
He really cared about Lorenzo, and before Lorenzo could say anything, he continued.
"I know that sleep is not very important to you demon hunters, but you still have to conserve your energy, right?"
At this point, Merlin's tone became relaxed, with a hint of smile.
"Many times, I really envy your ability. This way, I can keep working instead of letting sleep hold me hostage."
"It's just that it's not necessary at all. It will wear down your body." Lorenzo paused, a faint smile appeared on his face, responding to Merlin's kindness, "I know, don't worry too much."
"That's good."
Merlin also nodded, stepped back to the car door, glanced at Lorenzo again, and then slowly left.
Walking in the slightly narrow carriage, both sides are filled with cargo boxes loaded with deadly metals.
Merlin walked through carriage after carriage, frowning and thinking. He guessed that many people had the same idea as him, worrying about Lorenzo and looking forward to it.
This is the last round of dealing at the gambling table. Just as everyone expected Lorenzo to hunt Roger, the opportunity to change his fate is right in front of them. Everyone can't help but look forward to him. Although it is not said explicitly, Lorenzo must know all this and bear such pressure.
Merlin was worried about Lorenzo. He knew very well what it felt like to be expected of others, let alone so many people.
Expectations can sometimes be people's motivation, and they keep moving forward for someone's expectations, but sometimes it is also a double-edged sword. Countless expectations will weigh on a person like a heavy stone, making him hesitant and slow, until he is completely crushed at some point.
Thinking of this, Merlin couldn't help but turn his head back, as if his eyes could see through layers of obstacles and see Lorenzo.
"Lorenzo..."
Merlin muttered quietly.
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"Huh..."
Lorenzo did not fall asleep, his eyes were slightly bloodshot, and he took deep breaths repeatedly, trying to dispel the pressure on his chest, but it was in vain, making him feel more tired. But now was not the time to be tired.
A strange feeling surged into my heart at this moment, as if invisible cold water was slowly soaking through my body.
Lorenzo knew exactly why this was so, she could have arrived quietly, but perhaps out of fear of alarming herself, she would usually remind herself of this, just like knocking on the door.