Ember Gun

  Chapter 313 Knight Novel

The city is slowly waking up, iron snakes rushing through the stagnant water, splashing half-person-high water, it seems that this gloomy rainy season also needs a rest, the sky rarely does not continue to rain, but the black clouds are still there. Hanging high, blocking all the light.

  Iron Snake stopped at the intersection. As the car door opened, Lorenzo was squeezed down by the crowd, and he staggered to stabilize his figure in the crowd.

As the birthplace of the Industrial Revolution, Old Dunling is extremely developed relative to the entire world. The steam engine uses this as the source point and continues to spread outward, although in so many years of changes, it has changed Yinger to a great extent. Vig and neighboring countries, but in places other than the old Dunling, there is still not as advanced as the old Dunling.

For many foreigners, riding iron snakes is a very novel experience. There are trains and steam engines in their hometowns, but the traffic in the city mainly depends on horse-drawn carriages. This kind of steel snakes rumbling on the ground. It is very strange in their eyes.

  Lorenzo was in the same mood the first time he rode. He held his handle tightly at the time, for fear that the strange thing under his feet would explode in the next second.

  Perhaps it was the reason why the rain stopped. Pedestrians on the street gradually increased, and a clattering sound came from the sewer beside it, like countless mice running wild.

  This is the other side of Old Dunling. Lorenzo rarely arrives in the Nancheng District. Even if he comes here, he has to keep looking at the street signs. After walking for a long time, he finally found his destination.

It is a bookstore on the corner of the street. The door is slightly open. From the outside, you can see the pile of books inside, but it is not clear what the reason is. There are very few customers here, and almost no one comes here. Even if there are guests, those guests I did not know why I tightened the brim of the hat, it seemed that I didn't want people to see them clearly, and looked like a thief.

  Lorenzo was a little confused, and when he was about to step into the bookstore, he also clearly felt the gazes from the pedestrians around him.

  It was not a malicious look, Lorenzo could feel that it was more of a kind of incomprehension and doubt.

  It's as if Lorenzo had some problems entering the bookstore...

  Lorenzo didn't care so much. He was also a demon hunter anyway, and he was not afraid of demons, so how could he be afraid of the eyes of passersby?

   Pushing the door open, Lorenzo entered so generously, and then he felt it.

  Countless stunned eyes fell on Lorenzo, and the guests in the bookstore all looked at him from the outside, which made Lorenzo furry.

what happened?

  Lorenzo swallowed, and he felt that something was wrong, but he did not feel any sense of crisis, but his hand was already on the handle of the jackknife, ready to kill the Quartet at any time.

  A guest came over, wearing a hat and bowing his head in the room, holding a black bag in his hand, bulging I don’t know what it was.

  The guests moved quickly. After leaving the bookstore, they rushed straight into the alley around the corner.

"This……"

  Lorenzo was a little dazed, and then he heard the extremely small voice.

  "Boss, these, these, and these."

  Another guest stood in front of the counter and picked up a few books. The boss also understood what the guest meant, quickly settled the bill, and gave the guest a black bag to hold the books.

  There was no sluggishness in the movement, and the guests took the things and disappeared into Lorenzo’s vision with the things like the previous guest.

There are still many such situations in bookstores. It’s not quiet here. Unless you have a necessary conversation, no one will talk, and you will pay the money and deliver the goods. If Lorenzo is not aware of the details of the store, he will even think that this group of people Trading in hallucinogens.

  But it’s not much worse now, and the whole atmosphere seems to be the kind of inter-connection of spies during the war.

   "I said... what are you doing?"

  Lorenzo couldn't stand it anymore, and walked to the counter to look at the ecstatic old guy.

   "Lorenzo?"

  The boss did not expect to welcome such a special guest.

Oscar Wilde, a not-so-selling writer, is also a member of North Delro. It stands to reason that with North Delro's financial resources, Oscar does not need to continue to write books to make money, but this guy is not only continuing to write Books, and opened a small bookstore.

   "Normal business, what's wrong?"

  Oscar didn’t realize how peculiar his bookstore was. Lorenzo was about to ask something. A guest came over and put a few books on the counter.

  The packaging of the books is simple, but the titles surprised Lorenzo.

  "Difference Engine and the Old Dunling", "The Falcon in the Night", "The Secrets of Victoria", "About Oscar Wilde's Daily Life"...

With the advancement of science and technology, culture and thinking are also changing. The once traditional and serious words are no longer loved by young people. Instead, people start to like some simple fantasy words, just like the common people's yearning for the legendary knight life. Therefore these texts are called knight novels.

However, just like the collision between the new era and the old era, at the beginning of the appearance of the steam engine, some people believed that it was the power of the devil, which sealed the human soul in steel and rejected these technologies. The same is true for these knight novels. It has been around for some time. , But still not recognized by tradition.

Lorenzo covered his face. He knew these things were still learned from the Kestrel. This upper knight who kills monsters during the day and at night should logically be ruthless and efficient, but who knows that he likes these knight novels privately. , And recommended to Lorenzo more than once the "Falcon in the Night".

Okay, okay, these are nothing. Lorenzo has seen some of them. After all, he also likes to read. Sometimes he even wants to write down the stories he got in [God Baptism]. Make a fortune.

  But...but...

  "Have you fallen into this situation?"

  Lorenzo asked hysterically, pointing to the daily life of Oscar Wilde.

  Based on his knowledge of Oscar, most of the writing is not serious.

  "What is depravity? Traditional literature is certainly my ideal, but these new texts are also my favorite. I am a very philanthropist. Don't reduce me to those rigid old guys."

  Oscar is also proud.

  Silence, then there is only silence.

  How to defeat a neurosis? Find someone more neurotic than him.

Obviously, the Oscar at this moment is more neurotic than Lorenzo. Lorenzo had just experienced a desperate fight more than ten hours ago, escaped from the hands of the demon hunter with taboo knowledge, and was barely in Busca. Luo had a short rest, and rushed over in a hurry, preparing to report Shermans' death to Oscar.

  But what about Oscars?

  The old immortal is holding a pen to sign the **** daily life.

  This feeling is really fragmented. Just now it was a desperate battle that was earth-shattering, and in the next second it turned into a **** with the patients in the ward.

   "Thank you for your love! Thank you for your love!"

  The old guy sent away the guest with a smile, and the guest disappeared from the field of vision after a trot, unwilling to be in people’s eyes for a second.

  In the eyes of many people, things like knight novels are difficult to be elegant, and they are more or less said to be "decent people who read this stuff", so many readers buy a book secretly.

  Lorenzo began to understand the eyes of passersby and the **** atmosphere of this bookstore.

   "Well, there is one thing to say, the knight novel I wrote is more popular than my official work, and some people even regard me as an idol."

  Oscar stood up, said sorry to the remaining guests in the bookstore, and then closed the door.

  Although he was a little nervous, Oscar knew that Lorenzo was a death-like guy, and every time he came, he would not bring any good news, let alone the handle-like bulge under his coat.

  Vaguely, there was a little **** smell in the air, and even the smell of these scrolls could not be concealed.

  Lorenzo simply flipped through the book "The Daily Life of Oscar Wilde" beside the bookshelf. After a few glances, Lorenzo felt a pain in his eyes, and the text was simply unsightly.

  Glance at a few paragraphs at random, you can see Oscar’s writing style from it.

  In the story, he is still a writer, but in the story, he is a famous writer in the four countries, and even Queen Victoria is his reader. For some plot differences, he even called him into the Platinum Palace to discuss.

Just read it, Lorenzo can hardly recognize the person Oscar, in his writing, Oscar himself is simply a peerless hunk. He has seen the winter in the extreme north on a North Dro ship and set foot on it. He has lived in beautiful and fertile places, fought with Viking pirates, and drifted freely on the endless ocean.

   "What is this? The Biography of Oscar Wilde?"

  Lorenzo doesn’t believe in the **** in the book.

   "In fact, I did think about it when I first named it, but it might be too serious." He replied solemnly.

  This guy really considered the title of the book seriously.

The bookshelves are more than just those knight novels. The ones at the forefront are basically Oscar’s works. Except for the **** fantasy autobiography, the rest are his traditional literature. But judging from the stock of those books, here On the one hand, Oscars are really not very popular.

  It is said that books are an ocean of knowledge, but this ocean feels a little strange.

  Lorenzo and Oscar sat in the bookstore. After a long silence, Lorenzo sighed helplessly.

   "It's really tired..."

  Oscar laughed.

   "Lorenzo Holmes, your life is a bit too depressing, it's better to have fun."

  Lorenzo nodded, and casually picked up a book on the shelf.

   Have fun, Lorenzo doesn’t refuse these things, but now he really has no way to relax. The previous experiences made him feel uneasy and fearful.

   "Oscar, I settled the matter you gave me."

  Lorenzo opened the book as he said.

  "Have you found Shermans?"

  Oscar's eyes lit up. Although he is a writer who is not popular, he is a member of North Deloitte.

   "Yes, I found Shermans, but he died soon after."

  Lorenzo said lightly.

  Oscar was startled, and then the joke expression gradually became serious.

   "Is he dead...?"

   "Due to the demon hunter of the Protestant group, they are so numerous, I cannot bring him out."

  Lorenzo simply read the book while speaking to Oscar.

   "Is this..."

  "Shermans had taken refuge in the Elimination Organization early in the morning. Miguel seemed to be ready to make him a contact between the exile and the Elimination Organization, but his position was exposed and he was assassinated by the Demon Hunter of the Protestant Mission."

  Lorenzo concealed the part about the notes. He didn't know exactly what the so-called curse was about, but he knew very well that if it really existed, this fellow Oscar would definitely not be able to endure it.

"At first I thought it was the cleanup agency that exposed his position. They reached an agreement with the Protestant Group, but I later discovered something was wrong. If the cleanup agency gave up Shermans, it should be the cleanup agency. They The Protestant Order will not be allowed to do so in Inervig."

  "Where do you think the problem is?" Oscar asked.

   "That letter."

  Lorenzo said after thinking for a while.

"The letter written in secret blood, the cleansing agency does not need to send such a letter. This is the old Dunling, they don’t need to be sneaky like this, Protestant Mission? After the "Revelation" is lost, the secret blood is not used much. , And what's the point of sending it to me? Tempt me to find Shermans and then capture me there?"

  Lorenzo thought, "But if this is the case, their first goal should be me, not Shermans."

  "Did you think of anything?" Oscar asked.

  "Secret blood...inferior secret blood."

   Lorenzo whispered, his thoughts returned to the events after God’s birthday, when he was investigating the inferior secret blood that was still circulating.

   "Lawrence's remnant party..."

  After the death match on the train, the inferior secret blood is still circulating secretly. If it were not for the sudden visit of the Protestant group, which brought the mystery of Lorenzo's own identity, or Lorenzo was going to keep track of the remnants.

  They have formed a certain scale, have a certain degree of understanding of "Revelation", and can also carry out large-scale secret blood production.

  A sudden chill enveloped Lorenzo, he suddenly realized that he was a little immersed in the fight with the Protestant Order, and ignored these more deadly remnants.

   "Damn it!"

  Lorenzo cursed in a low voice, Oscar didn't understand why Lorenzo changed so quickly.

  This is his negligence. In the old Dunling, there is a force that is far more deadly than the Protestant group. After so long, how many inferior secret blood can they create? And how many demons can be created by such secret blood?

  Old Dunling is densely populated. Once the demons get out of control, the entire city may fall overnight...

  Another holy night.

  (End of this chapter)