Ember Gun

  Chapter 295 Inheritance

Snoring slowly sounded, and Arthur looked at Maxwell lying on the round table asleep with disgust. He might be too tired. He fell asleep directly in a comfortable environment. He was still wet. I don’t know if it was saliva or The rain dripped.

  This historic round table has witnessed a lot, **** and knife marks. This may be the first time he has been soaked by saliva. Arthur can't stand it anymore, and signaled someone to take him down and take a good rest.

  The old guy was like a dead person, being lifted up casually, and from time to time he gave out meaningless dreams.

   "He loves these very much."

Nikolai looked at Maxwell who was being carried down. The old guy had gray hair and wrinkles on his face like dead trees. He was almost old enough to be a grandfather for Nikolai, but he faced the young guys together. Storm and thunder.

  Humans are easy to get old. This is not something that can be explained by old and strong, but Maxwell loves it, and loves it so much that he can even be young again at this moment.

   "Yes, he is a person who has personally experienced the Dunling Project. He thought he could bring innovation, but it ended disastrously. He was supposed to be like this in his life, but he suddenly found a turning point in his later years."

   Arthur said slowly, remembering the past.

"Maxwell has been retired for a long time. He lives in seclusion in the countryside outside Old Dunling, where you can see the clear sky and the air is not fresh. Compared with Old Dunling, it is simply heaven. And then we discussed and prepared We conducted a new round of electricity experiments on the wreckage of the Dunling Project. After several considerations, we found him.

At that time, his life was pretty good. He planted a small vegetable garden. He was drinking and having fun every day. I was envious of him. Then I personally asked him if he was interested in coming back and joining them. In fact, I was not sure about him at the time. Will you come back? After all, retirement is so beautiful, and Maxwell is already so old, he should spend his old age peacefully. "

   "But he still came back."

  Nicholas said that Maxwell worked here when he joined the decontamination agency, and once taught the new Nicholas as a mentor.

"Yes, in fact, the situation at the time was that I said this to Maxwell, and he did not speak, but remained silent. I thought he refused and left, but when I was on the train, someone knocked on the window. ."

  Someone brought hot water, and Arthur drank a little to warm himself up.

   "It’s Maxwell, this old guy is smashing the car window hard and shouting at me through the glass, ‘you said R&D electricity right! Right! Really!’

He looked excited, facing the wind, riding a horse under his hips, chasing the train like a young man, but unfortunately there was no woman to be married on the train, but a group of soldiers holding weapons, if it weren’t for me to stop in time, He was shot by the guards.

  It was also at that time that I realized that he was not rejecting me, but because of his peaceful life, his rusty mind had just turned around, and I realized later. He was not as vigorous as an old guy, he jumped up, got on the train, and stumbled in.

  His face was glowing, and he opened his hands as if to hug me, but then, before he could say anything, he fell down. He was old enough, and the intense exercise just now almost killed him. "

  Nicholas has a complicated expression, and may not have expected the ending to be so outrageous.

"What do you think? Maxwell came in and gave me a big hug, and then sat down to discuss the specific implementation without panting? How could it be possible that he is old enough, if it weren't for me to come to him, he would be like a Like a silly old man, spend his old age with his flowers and plants."

   Arthur grasped the cup with both hands, feeling the warmth in it, his eyes were placed among the documents on the round table, and the sketches outlined one deadly weapon after another.

  "He was so young just now, but now he has become that old man again, suffering from a **** chronic disease, falling to the ground and gasping in pain...

Nicolas, I was thinking about what was supporting him at the time, which made him young for an instant, and made him chase him desperately... At the time he was still wearing a craftsman's suit with a hammer and a hammer in his pocket. Scissors, maybe he just caught up without even locking the door.

  I thought about it for a long time, and found that there are many names for this thing, such as obsessions, ideals, beliefs, and so on. There are too many. They support us, generation after generation. "

  Arthur turned his head to look at Nikolai, the pupils of Nikolai's dark circles under his eyes were extremely energetic.

"Maxwell, I, Merlin, in fact we are all supported by this kind of thing. It is only the body that gets old, not the will. It is just sadly trapped in the aging flesh and blood, just like a cage. "

   "What you said is like you are going to die next, and you are entrusting important tasks before you die." Nicholas said.

"It's not dying, but it is indeed a commissioned task. You are the new generation of scientific researcher of Perpetual Pump, Merlin, Maxwell's successor. In a few years or decades, this will be the world of you young people. "Arthur said.

  "This is a very difficult road. It may be the ultimate fate of every trailblazer." Arthur sighed and took a sip of the warm water.

"In fact, there are many factors for the failure of the Dunling Project, not only technical problems, but also interference from the outside world. At that time, the steam engine had just appeared but only a few decades ago. The wealthy businessmen and nobles poured all their financial resources into this steam. Technically, thanks to their enthusiasm, the strength of Inervig has been advancing all the way.

  But such a leap forward quickly got a backlash. "

  "They reject new things, don't they?" Although just a researcher, Nicholas never lacks keenness in these areas.

"Yes, Inervig has fully entered mechanization. Steam boilers are burning in every city and spread to other countries. But even now, the entire Western world has not been fully mechanized. Those Vikings are still relying on windsurfing. Set sail."

  Arthur explained this.

"The development of new energy at that time was undoubtedly to reform the existing foundation, or even to subvert it, and they invested so much money, some people were willing to accept and reform together, some people refused, thinking that this thing is not credible, in fact The same is true. An idea that only exists in the mind, compared with the machinery that is already in operation, everyone will choose the safer ones."

   "This is a difficult road," Arthur said and laughed, "but I should be retired at that time, it's not my trouble."

  Nicholas didn’t have any joking thoughts. He had always wanted to ask about some things, so it would be better to tell them today.

   "Actually... I really want to know who proposed the Dunling Project."

  This is a somewhat grand and romantic plan. While steam technology is advancing rapidly, some people resolutely reversed it, believing that this is the wrong path, and devoted themselves to the journey of opening up a new path.

  Nicholas wanted to know who made such a decision. His eyesight was so long-term that even though the Dunling Plan failed, it still affects today several decades later.

   Arthur thought about it carefully, still remembering that when the Dunling Project started, he had not yet arrived at his current position, and tried to remember the name, he said afterwards.

   "Several years ago, the technical director of perpetual pumps, Michael Faraday."

   Arthur suddenly remembered the weird Stuart’s house, looked at Nicola again, and said a little bit amused.

  "This ghost is like a heritage. He failed at the time, Maxwell replaced him, and now this task is in your hands."

  Nikolai did not speak, but slowly raised his head. Above it was a glass dome. Countless rain washed over the mirror surface, and lightning flashed by, and it was gorgeous under the light.

  ……

Lorenzo got up from the bed with difficulty. This **** rainy season made the little light of the old Dunling become even more dimmed. It was already morning by the time, but it was dim like the sun and the street lights on the street. It hasn't extinguished yet, like falling stars.

I comforted Sieg last night. Lorenzo personally cooked for this, simply made some food and shared it with Sieg, but during the period he almost woke up Madame Van Lud, if she saw the two of them staying up at night and doing this , Will definitely swear.

   walked to the table, his mind was heavy, as if he hadn't woken up.

  Sieg talked a lot with him, and he also understood his roommate more deeply. From some perspectives, Lorenzo even felt that Higg was worse than himself.

Lorenzo can’t go back to the beautiful past, but at least the Philippine is still there, the Cathedral of San Nalo is still there, and the Temple of Silence is also there. Although there is currently a stronghold of potential enemies, at least they are still Existence, if one day Lorenzo's longing feeling really can't be suppressed, he still has the opportunity to go back and take a look, although things are not humans, at least there will be those afterimages.

  But Sigg is different. He can't go back anymore. He can't even remember the appearance of his hometown, so he can only wander in this misty old spirit.

  Lorenzo was thinking about taking out a cigarette from the tin box. He was thinking about whether to continue exploring the Palace of Memory.

There was no light in the room, and it looked gray and blue. The rain stopped, but from time to time there were still slender raindrops. The sky was still gloomy, and the gray and black clouds seemed to be thousands of crows coming together. Shrouded and hovering, it seems to be accumulating the next round of torrential rain.

  The time for thinking did not last long. Lorenzo put the cigarette back into the tin box and put it in his arms.

  He didn't know what would happen after he entered the Palace of Memory. At that time, he scared Hercules very much. Fortunately, Hercules was seen in the world, and he did not explode himself with a single shot.

  But now he is at 121A Cork Street. Lorenzo doesn’t think that Mrs. Van Lud and Sieg’s psychological endurance can be so good, at least they have to find a secret and safe place to use them.

  So where do we go? Looking for Hercules? Or you could find a sewer at random to get in, but with the current rainfall in Jiu Dunling, it is estimated that there has become a torrent.

After putting on his clothes, after hesitating for a while, Lorenzo took a few more weapons, with a pocket knife and a short-handled shotgun around his waist, holding a stick with a hidden sword in his hand, and took a gray felt hat to wear. On the head.

  Get out of the room, go downstairs lightly, and without waking anyone up, Lorenzo turns into the kitchen and fills up his stomach with whatever he wants to eat.

  Although he is not sure where to go next, Lorenzo thinks it is better to leave home first, but how to leave becomes a problem.

  Before, Shrike also warned himself that the decontamination agency was monitoring him. Similarly, the Protestant Group would not sit and wait for death. There may be a demon hunter waiting for him in a corner of the street.

  Lorenzo will be followed and monitored once he leaves. He used to get away very well, but because of the continuous heavy rain, the pedestrians on the streets of Old Dunling were reduced a lot, and Lorenzo would become very eye-catching on the street.

  He stood at the door, picked up an umbrella in his hand, hesitated, but at this moment there was the sound of horseshoes, splashing water splashing on the stagnant water.

Lorenzo woke up very early. At this time, the city had just woken up. He had a strange feeling. He seemed to be looking for him. Then the black shadow stopped in front of 121A Cork Street, Loren Zuo's face is a little weird.

  The man hurriedly got off the carriage. Although he had some impressions of this place, he was a little disturbed to disturb him so early, not to mention that it was Lorenzo's neurosis that disturbed him.

  The girl followed him, she also seemed a little awake, walking swayingly, still holding a black letter in her hand.

  Oscar Wilde hesitated. He stretched out his hand to knock on the door, but he took it back after thinking about it, and looked back at Seleu beside him.

   "He doesn't feel like getting up, right?"

Obviously Oscar knew a lot, including knowing exactly what kind of monster Lorenzo was. Before dawn, he kicked Stuart's door open. He knew that at least a group of normal people lived inside, and this door After that is not a normal person.

Seleu looked at him and sighed. He didn't know whether Oscar was pretending to be, or he was really such a person. When facing business affairs, he was very serious and looked as if his strategy was as deep as the sea. When dealing with him, he had to bring up all the guards, but once he left these, he became very unreliable, and he was just like two people at random.

  She directly pushed Oscar away and strode up by herself, as if she was about to kick the door open.

But just when Seleu was about to unscrew the doorknob, the door opened by itself. She didn't react for a while and was knocked open by the door. But when she was about to fall, Lorenzo held her tightly. Then skillfully took out the shotgun from his arms and put it on the head of an ecstatic Oscar.

   "So, coming to see me so early, surely not inviting me to have breakfast, right?"

  Lorenzo looked at the sneaky two, and asked with a look of confusion, but all of this did not stand up for too long. Taking into account the ubiquitous eyes, Lorenzo stepped aside and signaled the two to enter the house.

  (End of this chapter)