"Who is that?"
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about today." 042 seed hesitant, unsure of how to start.
"I've been... chosen."
"Chosen?"
"Yes," he said, "They say I'm so sort of Qualified, and I will be assigned to another place."
"You an to his place?" 047 gestured towards the old man, but 042 quickly stopped him. That man was an esteed Cardinal, wielding power as a Cardinal, and any disrespect could be labeled as blasphemy, resulting in hanging. 042 had seen too many such cases.
"Who is he?"
"Lorenzo... Lorenzo de' dici."
042 replied softly.
047's expression shifted slightly, though he had never t this person, he was too aware of his identity.
The dici Clan, historically several Popes had erged from this family, and now it is the largest financial aristocracy in the Holy Evangelical Pope Kingdom, involved in various industries besides banking, controlling vast wealth, serving various Popes, managing the financial flow of the Evangelical Church. Under the operations of this fearso family, wealth snowballs, continuously lending to one small country after another, burning contracts, in exchange for land.
The old man before them was the most outstanding of the dici through generations, Lorenzo de' dici, during his youth, under his leadership, the dici Clan's power reached its peak, at one ti his power was even greater than the Pope's, becoming the true ruler of all Florence.
Yet even soone like him would grow old. He stood not far away, apart from the bright red robe, he looked no different than any ordinary elderly man.
"042!"
The priests called impatiently as they walked toward them.
"Seems like I have to go, 047."
Looking at his old friend, 042 spoke with so reluctance.
"As long as we're alive, we'll et again, 042." 047 didn't seem too upset, knowing that going to that old man was better than staying here, "Though you know I hate this number."
His departing steps paused slightly as 042 turned back, the devout lamb finally grew restless, softly bidding farewell.
"Well then... Goodbye, Mr. Hols, we will et again.
...
Slowly opening his eyes, he was greeted not by any bizarre ceiling, but by broad strokes of sunlight shining through the large floor-to-ceiling window onto the man's face.
"Ah..."
Lorenzo let out a strange groan, then adjusted his position on the sofa, finding a more comfortable angle and snuggling back again.
Holding the blanket tightly, everything was warm and cozy.
But it seed soone didn't want him to be comfortable and intentionally made loud noise, though it still couldn't wake Lorenzo, making the person a bit intolerant, coming forward and yanking the blanket off, shouting in the process.
"Stop lying down! Lorenzo! You'll rot away if you keep lying there!"
Red Falcon screeched, and as he yanked Lorenzo up, they both screeched like two crowing roosters.
Lorenzo was thrown onto the ground, lying completely flat on the carpet, apparently still tornted by sleepiness, his eyes bleary.
However, Red Falcon seed unable to tolerate this guy anymore, forcibly dragging him up, but regardless of how much strength Red Falcon used, the great detective's stubborn deanor remained unmoved, unaffected by any weapon or tool.
Eventually, Red Falcon ended up sweaty and plopped down on the sofa where Lorenzo had been nesting, staring resentfully at Lorenzo wriggling on the floor like a plump caterpillar.
His whole body felt as if undergoing so interrogation, Red Falcon's face twisted grimly.
How many days had it been? Even Red Falcon couldn't quite rember; he had witnessed Lorenzo deteriorating from an imposing Demon Hunter into a societal wastrel. He wanted this about-to-rot fellow to get moving, but... he couldn't even beat this societal scum.
The sound of footsteps echoed softly, devout believers murmured prayers, though subtle, it buzzed inside Red Falcon's head.
"Bluebird, stop chanting! Help get him moving!"
Red Falcon shouted, sowhat frantically.
But Bluebird clearly didn't want to pay attention, glancing at Red Falcon and then at Lorenzo on the floor, he continued his peculiar prayers and disappeared into the staircase.
"Then Joey! You help! If he keeps sleeping like this, Lorenzo will truly beco a total wreck!"
Red Falcon scread, but just like Bluebird, Joey who was passing by clearly didn't want to deal with this, looking with disgust at Lorenzo's slobber-covered face, he resolutely shook his head.
"You know I'm a bit of a germaphobe."
"So what! Didn't see you feel disgusted when slaying demons! Or do you think Lorenzo is more disgusting than a demon!"
Red Falcon was driven to madness.
As if so strange corrosion, influenced by Lorenzo, Red Falcon began fluctuating towards so bizarre direction, while Lorenzo himself was indifferent, as if engaging in so strange human observation, tornting Red Falcon these days brought him much joy.
Yet now there's nothing left to amuse him from Red Falcon, like a child who lost his toy; the great detective felt sowhat lancholic.
Perhaps he had slept enough, propping up his hand, supporting his head as he gazed at the snowy scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window, reaching with his other hand to grab randomly, finally pulling down a plate of snacks from the low table and eating casually.
Ignoring Red Falcon's lant behind him, as if seeing through worldly matters, he sighed leisurely.
"Life is wonderful..."
Having lived for so many years, having slain countless demons, Lorenzo Hols seed to surrender to his mission and praise the goodness of life.
As if having traversed so fascinating parallel world, here there were no demons, no cursed church, these unfortunates were roommates living under the sa roof, warming themselves in the cold winter, bantering.
This is madness.
Even Lorenzo couldn't quite believe such a life really existed and ca upon him, though unfortunately his housemates are all burly n, he wished he had so female roommates.
But perhaps thinking of so peculiar things, a sting from his mind made him even more alert, seemingly unable to sleep anymore, thus the nap ended here, Lorenzo staggered up, then walked over to the large floor-to-ceiling window.
Gazing at the dusk's afterglow, the whole world was draped in a red curtain, eerily familiar, as if Lorenzo had seen it all once before.
Suddenly, strange images flickered in his mind, it seed to be a farewell, a long-forgotten goodbye, a voice erged from the depths of mory, whispering.
"Goodbye... Mr. Hols, we will et again."
A strange sting, Lorenzo couldn't help but clutch his forehead.
These bizarre occurrences were happening more frequently, ever since he killed Lawrence, he kept dreaming of these strange things, a boy said goodbye to him, and said they would et again.
Lorenzo could no longer distinguish if this was a dream or chaotic mory. Sotis upon careful reflection, he realized his past was like shattered glass, difficult to piece together.
Normally, he wouldn't care about these things, being a monster battling demons, constantly subjected to corrosive pollution, having so ntal issues would be normal, but this ti it's different.
Lorenzo had a strange premonition, as if so prophecy was about to be fulfilled, he didn't rember the boy's na under that red curtain, nor why they had to et again.
Yet now that eerie feeling intensified with ti, as if he was coming, to reunite with him... from the depths of mory.
As if so terrifying thing was about to be realized.
"We will et again..."
Lorenzo murmured softly, like talking in his sleep.
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