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It was a good day, leisurely and without any distractions. The sky was blue, and the warm sun was setting, making people sleepy.
"Ah … Is this a holiday?"
Lorenzo sat on the shabby sofa and put his feet on the railing of the rooftop.
Old Dunling was a gloomy city all year round. A sunny day like this was very rare. The dark clouds dispersed, and the sun shone for thousands of miles. Even the gloomy mood of the people rose a lot.
Lorenzo hid under the umbrella, and there were a few bottles of wine in the ice bucket next to him. He had books in his arms, and he flipped them open and read from time to time.
It was quiet and peaceful. Even Lorenzo, who worked so hard, felt the peace of life.
"It's just that the noise is a bit too loud."
Lorenzo muttered. There were sounds coming from all around, as if Lorenzo's neighbors were renovating.
Well, in fact, not only Lorenzo's neighbors, the entire old Dunling was undergoing major renovations. In order to make way for these "renovations", many lines in the city were disrupted. The crowd was crowded, and there were endless complaints.
Lorenzo casually picked up the newspaper. It was full of complaints and complaints about the municipal government. The rebuttal was also like a shadow. After a few glances, Lorenzo threw it away and ignored it.
He stood up lazily. Lorenzo stood on the edge of the rooftop and looked down. He could clearly see the scenery on the street.
He picked up the bottle and took a sip. With the help of the alcohol, Lorenzo had some thoughts in his mind.
He wanted to jump down from the rooftop.
It was not that his life was not going well, it was just … a sudden idea.
Unfortunately, this idea was just an idea. After circling in his mind for a while, it disappeared.
Lorenzo shook his head helplessly. He staggered, put the bottle back in the bucket, and picked up the crutch next to the sofa.
It was an exquisite crutch. The bright mahogany was inlaid with silver and gold. Compared to a tool, it was more like a work of art. There was a sentence engraved in the corner.
"To the great Mr. Lorenzo Holmos."
This crutch came from one of Lorenzo's generous employers. After seeing how Lorenzo risked his life to carry out his request, he was deeply moved by Lorenzo. That was how he got this crutch and Lorenzo's leg injury.
Lorenzo tried to recall, but his memory became blurry due to the antimeme. He couldn't even remember the specific date.
In short, after that, he became a mortal, but from time to time, he would still mistake himself for the powerful Demon Hunter and do some strange things.
The new life was difficult, but Lorenzo was working hard … At least he knew how to dodge bullets.
Walking down from the rooftop, he turned into the office. The layout of the office hadn't changed much. Some of the rooms were still closed, and they would only be opened during cleaning to clear the items inside.
The living room on the first floor was much cleaner and tidier. The documents were neatly placed aside, and the clothes were not scattered but hung on the hangers.
Everything was in order. Sometimes Lorenzo was surprised that his life had become orderly.
"It's time to go to work!"
Lorenzo complained loudly. He picked up a pile of unprocessed letters, sat down at the desk, picked up a letter opener, and opened them one by one.
"Advertisements … bills …"
Lorenzo muttered and sorted the letters one by one.
But before he finished his work, he was a little impatient. He threw the letters aside and looked out the window at the street.
Lorenzo retired. He was no longer a Demon Hunter and had completely bid farewell to the exciting life. Now, he was a private detective who was recovering and needed to worry about his own livelihood.
The Stuart Family, the Cleaning Authority, Platinum Palace … They had all expressed their willingness to sponsor Lorenzo, but they were all rejected by Lorenzo. He would only seek some help when necessary.
In Lorenzo's words, "I'm still young. I don't want to become like Oscar."
Yes, Oscar …
Thinking of this, Lorenzo picked up a private letter and opened it to read.
This was a letter from Oscar. He was already an old man. The cold weather in Old Dunlin was really not friendly to this guy with rheumatism.
It was said that he was now enjoying his retirement with Arthur and Merlin, living on an island that was like spring all year round.
With the support of the Stuart Family, Oscar's life could be said to be rotten and depraved.
Lorenzo put aside his memories and looked at the words on the letter. Oscar's voice rang in his mind.
"Wow, this place is really good. Lorenzo, if you're about to die in the future, I suggest you come here to enjoy your retirement.
The food and drinks are good. As expected of the Phoenix family, you can actually eat food from the Viking Kingdom here. Is this the life of the rich? "
Lorenzo could already imagine Oscar's beaming face.
"Arthur and Merlin, these two old men, are also very healthy. We've recently started fishing, but we can't catch anything good. A few days ago, Arthur couldn't hold on to the fishing rod and was thrown into the sea by a fish …"
The words were long-winded and did not reflect Oscar's standards as a writer at all. Instead, it was like an old man mumbling to himself endlessly.
"Oh, right. Lorenzo, the new round of royalties has arrived. It's a huge sum! I guess you must be thinking, 'I should get some of this money', right? "
Lorenzo's expression was slightly distorted. He could vaguely hear Oscar's laughter that reeked of alcohol.
He was too lazy to continue reading. What followed was nothing more than words that were asking for a beating. He directly picked up the next letter and opened it.
"At the end of this month, the cruise to the Viking Kingdom will end. Currently, we haven't found any traces of demons. They seem to have really been completely driven away. There's no trace of them at all …"
The serious tone came through the back of the paper.
This was a letter from Shrike. Now that he was the boss of the Cleaning Authority, he was leading the Dawn Voyage to patrol the world, on guard against the return of the demons.
In the time that followed, Lorenzo and Shrike met many times. Every time they met, Lorenzo could feel the change in Shrike. He was becoming more and more like a leader, more and more like … Arthur?
He would often talk to Lorenzo about being on guard against the demons. Fortunately, Lorenzo had really exterminated them. After so long, there were still no noteworthy anomalies.
The world was really safe.
"Ah … demons."
Lorenzo let out a long sigh.
Demons.
This was a term that should be very familiar to him. However, following the banishment of the Avacaniya Narrator, Lorenzo's memory became riddled with holes. The memories related to it kept withering and collapsing. In the end, only a distorted curtain was left.
At least, Lorenzo felt that this was a good thing. He had completely bid farewell to his past and started a new life … It was just that he needed to adapt bit by bit.
Thinking of this, Lorenzo looked at his injured leg and prayed that it would heal faster. The time spent recuperating at home was really boring.
Yes, it was too boring.
Lorenzo looked around. The office was quite big, but Lorenzo was the only one left.
He had thought of recruiting new roommates, but when he remembered that he didn't have a place for them to stay, he dismissed the idea. He also thought of rearing some small animals, but he couldn't even take care of himself, let alone small animals. He thought about it and gave up.
Hulk had also asked Lorenzo if he was interested in living with him. Now that he had started rearing hairy weasel mice, his house was full of big furry mice, and Lorenzo's children and grandchildren were everywhere.
Lorenzo was tempted for a moment, but after thinking about it, he decided not to. He felt that it was more suitable for him to stay in this office. If he also left, there would really be no one in this office.
Just like this, after going around in circles, nothing changed. Everything was just like before.
There was no Grim Reaper chasing after Lorenzo. On the contrary, Lorenzo himself was a little bored. Sometimes, he wanted to write some memoirs or something, but he always stopped after writing a paragraph. After writing for so long, there wasn't much progress.
He thought that probably because he was too deeply involved with demons, his memories of the past had long been blurred. Even some familiar people and things had long disappeared.
It was like a silent death. Lorenzo could not feel any sadness, only nothingness.
However … there were still some things left.
Lorenzo raised his head and looked at the shotgun hanging on the wall of the office. It was well-maintained, like a piece of art.
Carefully taking it down and holding it in his arms, Lorenzo gently stroked it.
He could no longer remember the meaning of the words engraved on the gun, nor did he understand why they were written. However, he believed that these few short sentences probably had a deep meaning to him. Therefore, even though he had forgotten so many of today's events, he still instinctively felt nostalgic and reluctant to part with the gun when he faced it.
His hand stroked the corner, where a few new words were added. Judging from the traces, they were engraved later, a few numbers, and a few short names.
Lorenzo tried hard to recall, but there were only vague fragments. He couldn't remember anything more specific.
He was a little sad, as if he had forgotten something important, but it also seemed that he hadn't.
Even if he wanted to be sad, he couldn't raise his emotions, because he really didn't remember anything.
"Ah …"
Lorenzo sighed again. He relaxed his body and looked at the sunny street.
The noise was endless, but it was full of the breath of life. Lorenzo was very close to all of this, only separated by a door, but it also seemed very far away. It was impossible for him to reach it no matter what.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, which interrupted Lorenzo's thoughts. Just as he was about to say something, the other party directly pushed the door open. The sunlight shone in, and Lorenzo couldn't open his eyes.
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