"To be honest, Lorenzo, you are unexpectedly outstanding in some aspects."
In the dark corridor, Shrike taunted Lorenzo.
The great detective followed him slowly, pretending not to understand.
The farce ends with Seleucus being left behind, and when Shrike realizes the identity of Miss Stuart, he calls the guards to look after her and take her to the exhibition, while Lorenzo goes with him to see the real exhibits.
“Is that something polluting?”
During Lorenzo's actions in Ende Town, he roughly understood the origin of the Original Sin Armor. The scholars of the Far East Jiuxia made the demons into armor. Judging from the strange mobility and strength of Lancelot, who fought with him at the end, the corrosiveness of this thing would not be much worse than that of the secret blood.
"No."
"No? How is that possible?"
Lorenzo was a little surprised. The Shrike in front of him continued to move forward, and from what he said, it sounded like he was not lying.
"Yes, so this matter is being handled by the Broken Dome, and our current task is to transport this thing to the Perpetual Motion Pump in a few hours."
The Shrike turned around, his face slightly illuminated by the candlelight on the wall.
The destination has been reached. The door behind us slowly opens with the creaking sound of dust and metal rubbing against each other. It is a huge warehouse in the deepest part. Countless sealed boxes are quietly parked inside. The guards are fully armed. In the center is an isolation area with a bronze giant kneeling on one knee in it.
"Those monks didn't tell us about the origin of the armor. Maybe they didn't know. From what we know about Jiuxia, they are very strict in controlling the armor technology."
"A suit of armor that was smuggled out?"
Lorenzo walked forward slowly. The tattered armor was covered with lush green moss after the baptism of time. The metal surface had been oxidized, and most of the joints were rusted. There was a huge wound on the chest, and a huge hole was cracked in the steel deck. The broken part was bent inward, as if it was pierced by something.
The decorative cloud patterns had lost their luster, and now looked like twisted claw marks spreading over the dead body.
“It’s not polluting.”
After stopping for a long time in front of the dead armor, Lorenzo spoke slowly.
Demon hunters have always been extremely sensitive to demons, but in front of this armor, Lorenzo could not feel anything, just a monotonous nothingness.
"There is no trace of steam technology, and the demon part seems to have died long ago."
Lorenzo walked around the armor, and now he finally looked like a detective, piecing together one trace after another to restore its original appearance.
“I think this should be a piece of armor abandoned on the battlefield. Only in this way can those monks get it, just like your scavengers. Jiuxia’s logistics troops did not find this wreckage.
The demon part had long since died with the fatal blow to the chest, and the metal part had decayed under the baptism of time. There was no trace of steam technology, so it could be judged that it was made before Jiuxia's visit... This should be armor from decades ago."
Lorenzo looked over with a slightly cold gaze.