Chapter 685 Retirement and Reemployment

When you close your eyes, you can feel the power flying by, pulling away from the ruined body, just like the overflowing mist. They continue to break away, span a long distance, and then inject into another body, renewing the shriveled body. Fill up and bulge.

  The stagnant heart beats vigorously again, squeezing the blood, spreading them to every part of the flesh and blood, and reviving the old body again.

  Under the steel mask, the starting point is lit up with a ghost fire, and the fire is expanding and bright, like a scorching sun.

  The strong light lasted for a short while before it went out. Instead, the faint brilliance was reflected in the darkness, so that those who peeped into the darkness could barely feel the existence of their gazes in the darkness.

   Lawrence can feel the slowness of his body, he is not as sharp as before.

This is a certainty. He has devoured too many people’s [gap], and the destroyed memories are scattered into countless pieces. No matter how he cleans them up, there will be some redundancy after all. They are increasing day by day, making Lawrence’s The will becomes bloated.

As Lorenzo saw in Lawrence’s [Gap], countless souls stretched out their hands and dragged Lawrence, trying to drag him into the hell, but Lawrence relied on his own willpower. , Carrying these dead souls to move forward, the pace is firm.

  With the establishment of the Legion, these influences are now gradually manifesting in Lawrence's body. His consciousness has begun to become dull, and complicated thoughts and memories flash in front of him. Some are his, some are others, and some seem to be pure illusions.

  He is like being in the torrent of memory, the cold wave passing by, washing him away, even his past and the past have become extremely blurred.

  【How long can you go forward? Lawrence. 】

  There was such a voice in my heart, questioning myself.

  Lawrence was silent and looked at the mirror on the side. What was reflected in the mirror was only a monster with a steel mask.

  After so much, after so long, Lawrence can no longer remember what he was like, but also, this kind of thing doesn't matter, he doesn't care.

  "We were walking on the ice that was about to be broken. The ice under our feet was covered with cracks, the cold water was constantly seeping out, and in the dark abyss, there were bloodthirsty calls from monsters..."

  He muttered to himself.

  "There is a biting cold wind on the face. Under the gaze of the stars, we are walking on a road that is destined to be broken.

  Our body is so heavy that it almost crushes the ice surface, so in order to go further, we need to give up more and more and make ourselves lighter and lighter until we have no more weight and reach the end of all this..."

  This is a long poem like a ghost. Lawrence’s whispering stopped shortly afterwards, and the surroundings fell into peace again, until another person came towards it.

  Liya knocked on the door, then pushed away and walked in.

   "Under the crown."

   Gazing at Lawrence’s dark back, Liya asked, she didn’t know if Lawrence was here.

"what happened?"

  Lawrence turned his head. This time, unlike Liya’s guess, Lawrence’s consciousness exists in the body, rather than wandering in the world.

   "The rest is ready, only you have to convince Cognel and Curry."

  Liya is like Lawrence’s assistant. She handles everything perfectly and shares a lot of worries for Lawrence.

   "I know, I will pick a good time and explain all this to them."

   Lawrence said faintly, these things seemed to be no problem for him. Whether it came from soft or hard, with this great sublimation power, he was in an absolute dominant position.

   "You have something else, right?"

  Lawrence seemed to see through the girl's heart, and he pressed harder every step of the way.

   "Huh? Don't you speak? You never bother me because of this little thing."

  Lawrence said again, Liya was a little afraid to look at him, her eyes were constantly drifting away, and at a certain moment, she accidentally fell on the steel mask, peeping into the faint flash under the darkness.

  Unknown magic power grabbed Liya's eyes, making it difficult for her to look away, and as a last resort, she said stiffly.

   "I...I hope to be one of you."

   "One of us? Don't you already be?"

  Lawrence's voice was slightly confused.

   "No, I mean..."

   "Like us, become a monster? Have this forbidden blood secret power?"

  Lawrence stretched out his hand as he said, peeling off his sleeves, revealing his pale wrists, and under the pale skin, dark blood vessels could be clearly seen, in which the sins of this world rushed.

   "I want this, I'm just an ordinary mortal, I can't change anything, but if I have such power..."

  Liya recalled Hu Ao’s death in her mind. If she could have such power then... Maybe, maybe everything would be totally different.

   "Please let me join."

  Liya was anxious.

  The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds, and Lawrence spoke slowly.

   "Liya, sometimes you have to know that being a mortal is the most precious. As for such power, no matter how noble and moving your reasons are, you will regret it in the end."

   "I won't regret it."

Liya said immediately, and Lawrence laughed.

   "No, forget it, Liya."

  Finally, Lawrence rejected Liya and refused to share this great blood with her.

   "Why... why?"

  Liya did not understand that for all of this, she had tried everything to do her best. She thought she would be appreciated by Lawrence, but in the end it was the same.

  She tried not to let herself have any emotional tremors, but still couldn't help feeling a while.

   "This world is a grand performance, a bustling stage!"

  Lawrence opened his hand, his old voice filled with emotion.

   "Everyone plays a different role in the performance, decent, villain, protagonist, supporting role...or the audience."

   Reached out her hand and gently stroked Liya's head, as if comforting her.

   "You mean, isn't this my role?" Liya asked.

  Lawrence nodded, affirming her words.

   "Yes, there are already too many monsters on this stage, and there is no need for new monsters to enter."

"But……"

  "You also have your own role, your own performance, Liya."

"what is that?"

Liya asked, she didn't know what she could do as a mortal in this crazy performance.

  It was the Orthodox Church that gave her everything before and now, and it was the Orthodox Church that made her fall into such a vortex of contradictions.

  "How about being a spectator on the sidelines?"

  Lawrence thought for a while, and added, "Of course, this is a little different from what we usually call an audience. You are not sitting in the audience, but with us."

  He also seemed to realize it, and continued talking.

   "Yes, that's it. This is a performance of angels and demons. I think I need a mortal as an audience to record all this. You will walk with us, and the ending of our war will affect your end."

  After saying this, Lawrence looked at Liya and asked.

  "What do you think, how about this?"

  ……

Kestrel was lying on Lorenzo’s bed, looking at the overlapping posters on the ceiling. To be honest, Lorenzo’s stickers were a bit artistic, just like a blooming flower, just this flower. Each petal of the flower is a strange poster with some strange propaganda slogans written on it.

  He lived here for a day. Although he slept on the sofa, it was better than living on the street.

Maybe it was too boring. From the next day, the Kestrel began to worry about Lorenzo constantly, like a curious dog, he wanted to get in when he found a gap. By now, he was bored enough to start reading posters, and Because of these, I fell into another kind of thinking.

   "You said, if I really retired, what should I do?"

  Kestal muttered to himself.

"I've become like this in the past few days. Once I really retire, I won't panic? But apart from hacking demons, I don't seem to have any specialties... But if you say, let me come back and continue hacking. Demon, I think it's better to panic at idle."

Surprisingly, Kestrel usually has a very clear self-awareness of himself. This guy is not sober, but sometimes with this sober recognition, he has some strange expectations, which causes Kestrel’s thoughts to be always strange. .

  "Do you have any suggestions for reemployment as a demon hunter? Lorenzo."

  Kestrel rolled over, squeezed his head, raised his legs, and looked at Lorenzo who was busy at the desk.

  This guy opens a thick book, writes and draws on it, and doesn’t know what to do. Kestrel peeks at it, and he will be violently beaten by him.

  No way, the Kestrel really couldn't beat Lorenzo, so he could only lie on one side honestly.

   "Fisherman, I think you like fishing, don't you?"

   Hearing Lorenzo’s answer, the Kestrel sighed.

   "Lorenzo, you don't understand the purpose of fishing at all."

   "Then... the bookstore owner? You have a chance to watch it for a good reason."

  Lorenzo thought of Kestrel’s other hobbies, and said.

   "Well, this sounds good, but it feels a little...too monotonous?" Kestrel fantasizes about becoming a bookstore owner, "I always feel like what's the point?"

   "What's the difference?"

  Kestrel frowned, thought for a long time, and then he thought.

   "It's a bookstore owner!"

  Lorenzo stopped the work at hand, turned his head slowly, and looked at the Kestrel with trash eyes, his eyes like a sword, easily cut the young Kestrel's mind.

  "Do you have any comments? Ah! How do you think I came here! I can change my colleagues seven times a week after cleaning up the messy place of the office! Office romance can't develop at all, okay!"

  Kestrel screamed, thanking Yu Jingji’s high mortality rate and extremely busy tasks. The lucky Kestrel has never experienced what these normal people have already experienced.

  Lorenzo was too lazy to take care of this guy. He contacted Lan Jade. As long as there was a place where he could be placed in the clean-up agency, Lorenzo would kick the Kestrel out of the house without hesitation.

   But speaking of this...

  Lorenzo looked at another page of the book, with photos attached to it.

  This was taken by Lorenzo from the previous photo album. During his vacation these days, he has been working on these things, just like writing a diary, writing some things he wants to say under each photo.

  Under his gaze, another photo appeared. It was a group photo in Gallunalo. Lorenzo saw the long-lost face in the corner.

   "If you feel bored, you can work as a nurse."

  Lorenzo said suddenly.

   "Nursing worker? No, no, I can't take care of the patients."

  Kestrel waved his hand quickly, he couldn't do such a thing.

   "No, I mean the children's caregivers. You don't have to bandage their wounds, you just need to play with them. For you, this kind of work is easy? It's not boring."

   "Take the kids to play?" Kestrel thought about it seriously, "It sounds interesting...what's the matter?"

   "Speaking of which you may not believe it, I am still the dean of an orphanage."

   Lorenzo said timely.

   "Well, I heard it." Kestrel remembered who had mentioned it, but it was too long, and he couldn't remember it.

   "Although it is the dean, you also know that I can't do this kind of thing, so you delegate the job to Mrs. Van Lourdes, and she is now the dean."

   "Oh oh oh, the landlord was placed there by you."

  Kestrel has never asked Lorenzo much about his life, he doesn’t even ask about the Kestrel.

   "Yes, it's just that she is also old, and she will probably retire too. If you want, you can go there to be the boss."

  When he heard the dean, Kestrel had no emotional changes, but when he heard that he was the boss, his eyes had obviously changed a bit.

"so good?"

  Kestal tone is suspicious.

   "Otherwise? What is this called... a good brother who was born and died!"

  At this time, Lorenzo and Kestrel became brothers again, and then Lorenzo said meaningfully.

   "By the way, I still left you a surprise there."

"surprise?"

  Kestrel looked at Lorenzo suspiciously. This guy is suddenly so enthusiastic and always feels very ghostly.

   "What is your look, have I lied to you!" Lorenzo said loudly.

   "Although...it doesn't seem to be there, why do I always want to refute it?"

  Kestrel felt more and more uneasy, and he was sure that Lorenzo must be planning something.

He lay down again, Lorenzo’s bed was not good enough, and he didn’t know how this guy fell asleep. Looking at the poster after poster on the ceiling, several Kestrels were really interested. , I wanted to see it, but Lorenzo told him that part of it was destroyed by the rainstorm.

   "By the way, Lorenzo, won't you be bored with such a boring life for a long time?"

  Kestrel asked curiously, and Lorenzo was silent for a short while, then said.

   "No, only if you go deep into hell, you will know how precious this kind of boredom is."

  Lorenzo no longer speaks much. He is very clear that everyone is eager to continue such a boring life, but darkness will always come and they cannot escape.

  Kestrel sighed, then saw the snowflakes falling from the window, and shouted in surprise.

   "Hey, hey! It's snowing!"

  (End of this chapter)