Ember Gun

  Chapter 13 Paradise

   "Can I make a long story short?"

  Looking at the muzzle pointed at him, the shrike might have been pointed at too much, but Lorenzo was somewhat used to it.

   "The train can only stay for fifteen minutes. After unloading, it must leave. I have to go with it, or the guards will catch me sooner or later."

  Lorenzo had made all the preparations before coming here, and it was not bad.

  It is reasonable to say that Lorenzo personally came here is very risky, but for his own purposes, he must personally confirm Eve's identity, and now it seems that everything is worth it.

   "Isn't that better? As long as you go to Suyalan Hall, the sheriff will believe everything I say."

  Lorenzo was the source of the riots that day, and the detective looked like a veteran.

   "Isn't that boring?"

  Lorenzo doesn't care about this. He is a very cautious person. When he arrives here, he is fully prepared.

   "I'm a detective, Miss Eve. Isn't it more in your mind to solve a case that involves a lot of it than a suspect who doesn't know the truth or not?"

   Staring closely at the detective’s pupils, Eve was thinking about it. She thought a lot. From the moment she saw Lorenzo, the detective had a sense of calmness in mastering everything, which was frightening but worthy of trust.

   "I will give you five minutes, detective."

  Eve put away the gun as she said, looked to the other side, and started pacing on the spot. Seeing that she was so happy with Lorenzo, she put down the ladder and pretended to build the branches.

  Looking from a distance, the princess of Phoenix's house is enjoying the scenery on the golden road. The only thing that is a little eye-catching is an extra working landscaper beside her.

"Eve Phoenix, you have a distinguished background. As long as your father approves you, you will become the next noble phoenix duke. Don't say Suyalan Hall. Even the Royal Guards are not worthy of you, but you secretly become A police detective."

  Pruning the branches, Lorenzo began to talk about the image of Eve in his mind.

"Are you for your father? Or is it the honor of the Phoenix family... also, your family's deeds run through the entire glorious war. The hall of honor of the Platinum Palace is full of portraits of your ancestors. You are listening to their legends? Great, you aspire to be them too, right?"

   "What on earth do you want to say?"

  Eve’s expression was a bit unpleasant, she also found Lorenzo’s annoying thing, his eyes were too sharp, so sharp that he could easily see through a person, everything was transparent under his eyes.

  Everyone is made up of labeled fragments. Putting them together, from the deflection of light, can form a person's life.

  Lorenzo continued.

   "I think we can work together, Miss Eve."

"The Glory War is over. After we drove the Gallunaro people back to the White Tide Strait forever, there is no battlefield where you can get the same feats as your ancestors. Your only way out is the Suyalan Hall, but now Suyalan The hall has also released your long vacation."

  Grey-blue eyes reflected the gold of fallen leaves.

   "Your career will be over before it starts, and I can bring you a turn for the better, as long as we cooperate."

  Eve looked directly at him coldly, her white fingers kept on the trigger.

   "How can I trust you?"

   "How about this?"

  Speaking, a bright red light appeared on Eve's face.

The missing necklace is in Lorenzo’s hands, shining through the sun, and only then can we see the perfection of the gemstone carving. The hard surface has been shaved with dozens of corners and mirrors, like a kaleidoscope of magnificence. Only in the sun will it show its brilliance, but under the haze of the old soul, this day will never come.

  "The train is leaving. If you think this gift is worthy of your trust in me, then I think we can start working together."

  Walking down the ladder, Lorenzo handed Ruby and a letter to Eve, hiding his merit and fame, and he left without looking back.

Looking at the ruby ​​in her hand blankly, Eve didn’t realize anything for a while. After the lost ecstasy, she tried to find Lorenzo, but when she looked back, she could only see the train going away in the thick steam. .

  It's not that he left nothing, there is still the letter.

After looking around, Eve carefully put on the precious necklace after making sure that there was no one, and then inserted the letter into the ribbon of the thigh, shimmering, and there was a sharp edge inserted on the ribbon. Dagger.

  Ghost knows what this girl thinks.

  ...

  Old Dunling, Xiacheng District.

  Under the rocky castle is a space larger than everyone thinks. Before it was occupied by the Shrike, it was originally a war castle, managed by a certain earl, and the huge underground space stored supplies and weapons.

At that time, during the most difficult period of the Glory War, the Gallunaro fleet conquered the port of Rendona. They were only one step away from the capital of Inervig, Old Dunling, but between the two, The castle whose name has been forgotten became the last checkpoint, and it was stuck on the route of the Gallunaro attack.

  The artillery fire covered this place for three days. The entire surface was lifted by gunpowder and shrapnel. The air was full of sulfur and charcoal-like bodies were everywhere.

  The castle still persisted, even if it was riddled with holes, even if the water in the moat was evaporated by artillery fire.

The Gallunaro thought they had conquered this place, and then moved forward. At this time, countless soldiers rushed out of the castle mixed with steam machines. This was a surprise attack. Although it was at a disadvantage, it was miraculously repelled. The enemy.

A few days after this counterattack, the Institute of Mechanical Engineering improved the steam engine. The second industrial revolution rose in the flames of war. It was a behemoth far beyond ordinary people’s imagination. In this revolution, Inverwege fought a counterattack in the Glorious War. .

The last hundred years of the glorious war ended with the victory of Inervig. Everyone celebrated, but the only thing that was forgotten was this ruined castle. In the days that followed, it finally fell into the hands of Shrike. , It used to be so brilliant... although it is not bad now.

   Paradise.

  People in the Xiacheng District generally call it this way. For this title, Paradise is worthy of its name, even the nobles in the inner city will arrive in the middle of the night to enjoy it.

  This is the place where dreams come true. It is like the door of the last hope in life. With the last wealth, everyone tries to pry open this door and bathe in the holy light.

  There are still many dream chasers tonight. They took their last wealth and replaced them with chips and pushed them on the gambling table. The successive small wins have made them excited, and the stimulant in the air made him not hesitate.

  Scenarios like this are being staged at every gaming table. Wealth grows exponentially. In the end, money is just a row of numbers.

No gambler wants to stop. People like them pay attention to gambling luck. As long as you win, you will continue to win. Even the slightest retreat will make the gambling luck go away. .

  They yelled and piled more chips.

  "Wealth and power are always the craziest things. In fact, they have already won back their capital, but they always want to win more."

  Above the casino is a hidden room, and the dim glass blocks all people trying to peek into it.

   "How do you feel? Isn't it exciting? Just the wealth flowing tonight is enough to build three war airships, not to mention the wealth accumulated every night."

  Shrike’s tone was full of pride, and they were sitting in the old vault at the moment, at the top of their wealth.

   "Your business looks better than Royal Bank."

  The guest sits on the sofa on one side and looks at the casino below. He doesn't seem to be very interested.

   "Of course, there is no tax, and it is anonymous. The people who come here are all customers. It's good to have fun, so everyone likes me, so I can live to this day."

  Shrike are the little secretaries of those big men. All their money is kept and circulated by him. Only he can do this job, so he can only be the boss of the lower city.

"Want to know more about it? Look carefully, those very calm gaming tables, those people are not as proud as gamblers at all, just like wooden people, shuffle the cards mechanically, they are more like a group of gamblers than gamblers. Accountants, because of the transfer of wealth in their hands because of winning or losing, they were completely washed away.

  For them, this is not a gambling game, but a simple accounting calculation. "

  “In the form of gambling money transfer, groups of armed carriages are waiting outside the castle, and the lion-printed currency is moved in boxes and boxes, leaving the old Dunling overnight, and transferred from one vault to another.”

  "If you lead your troops to catch them now, tomorrow you will be the hero of the old, the treasury will be filled with a large chunk, and a prestigious family will become a pile of shit..."

   "Of course, if you choose to hijack, I can finish it for you. The wealth you have gained is enough for you to support several generations."

   Shrike provokes and agitates the guest in front of him. It's not that no one is trying to take the wealth from the shrike. They may be able to escape the castle, but usually people will see their bodies floating in the Thames the next day.

   "No matter what choice I make, Arthur will kill me."

  The guest interrupted Shrike, but he didn't have the slightest heartbeat.

  "It’s not the time to close the internet, don’t be too anxious, I know you don’t like it here, and I’m not here today because of you."

  He is a pure knight and never fluctuates for this.

  Seeing this scene, Shrike stopped continuing, and then started talking.

  "I know that the file is here. Although the group of forensic doctors don't understand what happened, they just said that Wall's body structure is different and it is deformed, but you and I both understand what's going on."

  Shrike took out the autopsy report that Lorenzo gave him. Although Wall's body had been burned in the fire, the report was enough.

   "My most reliable detective is already searching, he is awesome."

   Seeing the worry in the eyes of the guests, Shrike cheered up.

   "Shrike's iron thorn, the protagonist of the Red River tragedy, I remember him, if you hadn't interceded with Arthur, he would have been sunk long ago."

   "That's why he is the best, isn't he? Galahad."

  (End of this chapter)