Ember Gun

  Chapter 23 Lucky Coins

Eve looked at the coin in front of her. She had never seen such a currency. She didn’t know if it was a currency of a certain country or a simple commemorative coin. Blade.

The blood of the Phoenix family bleeds in her body, like a spiritual reliance. Eve knows very clearly that she cannot be afraid. She is the person destined to appear in the Hall of Exposition, the Duchess of the Phoenix, and she is still Not the end.

"is it okay?"

  Eve picked up the coin and asked Lorenzo. This is a gamble between him and Sabo. She is a bit like a croupier now.

  Lorenzo nodded, then said to Sabo.

   "There is no psychological warfare, no cheating, no skills that can be overridden, this is pure luck, I like it."

   "That's great."

  Sabo also nodded, and he was also very happy that Lorenzo could agree to this seemingly absurd bet.

  "One side is a shield, the other is a battle axe."

   "I choose the shield." Lorenzo said directly, without going to see Eve, he kept staring at Sabo.

  "This coin should be old, I remember it is a currency that has been abandoned."

"Yes, the Viking Kingdom Nuobi is the currency issued more than ten years ago. You also know that the Vikings made their fortunes as pirates. There are various currencies. This can be regarded as the first unified internal currency of the Vikings, but It’s rarely seen on the market now, mostly in the hands of collectors."

  Sabo said with a little nostalgia. While he said that, Eve tossed the coin in his hand. It flew up in the air, like a silver spirit under the light.

   "It should have some meaning to you, do you miss the things from your hometown? You don't look like a collector, you won't stay for so long, right"

  The so-called seeing things and feelings probably means this, just like those soldiers who retreat from the battlefield still regularly look at their medals of honor.

"I don’t miss the place where the ice and snow is. It was a mistake that the ghost place was born there. I kept it just because it was the first thing I won at the gaming table. I lost my first finger for it. It is my lucky coin."

  Sabo rubbed his left hand as he spoke. It was supposed to be his little finger, but now it was empty, except for a scar left because the wound was not treated properly.

"I still had four fingers at the time. I defeated that bastard, but he was also a coward, so I killed him. It seemed like my first murder. It feels really good to take fate in my own hands. ."

  The words were filled with excitement, and the deformed experience before him was far more legendary than imagined.

  The coin fell and the girl quickly caught it with her hand, and then placed it on the table. This was a child-like game, but now it is extremely heavy.

   "Uncover it."

  Eve slowly lifted his hand when he heard Lorenzo's words. On it was the tomahawk, and Lorenzo lost.

  "Who are you anyway?"

  Sabo rubbed his scar, his eyes full of desire, as if this was really what he wanted to know.

   "Lorenzo Holmes, a detective."

  Lorenzo replied directly, but Sabo shook his head vigorously, as if he was not satisfied with the answer.

   "What I want to know is your identity before coming to Old Dunling, who you are."

  Like Shrike, he is full of curiosity about the past of this mysterious detective.

  Hesitated for a few seconds, Lorenzo said.

"Priest."

  Even Eve on the side was a little dazed. I'm afraid no one can connect this neurotic **** with Gao Jie's priest.

  "A pastor? The pastor of the Gospel Church?"

Pastors are not a rare profession. One hundred years ago, the masters of the world were still the Holy Gospel Papal kingdom. They relied on doctrine to distribute countless pastors to various countries, and secretly controlled the countries in the name of faith. With the rise of steam technology, the so-called faith has fallen to the bottom, and firecrackers and airships have freed everyone from the shackles of faith.

  Sabo talked and laughed without further questioning, and then said.

   "This time I bet on Tomahawk."

  Eve tossed the coin. It rose and fell in the air. Neither of them looked at the flipping in the air. They stared at each other closely, their tone was full of peace, but their hearts were still drawn. This time the tomahawk was still up, and Sabo won again.

   "Why did you come to Old Dunling?"

  "Because this is the old Dunling. The world's most technologically advanced city, the city of hope, the city of steam, that roaring machine will abandon the old age forever.

The people of Fei Lengcui say this is a good place. Compared with the illusory beliefs, gold is hidden everywhere, opportunities and wealth are everywhere. It is open to everyone, as long as you come here, you will have a new life. . "

  Lorenzo said lightly, calmly like telling a story that has nothing to do with him.

"Yes, the power of the church is getting less and less. In order to consolidate the rule, those kings relied on firecrackers to destroy church after church. For a lifetime."

  It seems that Lorenzo is just a gold digger who came in the name of the old Dunling. Sabo thought it was a little ridiculous.

   "I didn't expect that an executioner like you would once be a pastor. Are you not afraid of God's punishment?"

  Countless people died in the Honghe tragedy, and the cruel methods even the butcher would feel terrified, and all this came from the detective who was a pastor in front of him.

   "If God's punishment really exists, I'm afraid you have been smashed into a sea of ​​fire by thunder."

The singing band stopped long ago. They also inhaled hallucinogens, their faces twisted and hugged together and danced strangely, and the same was true on the dance floor, where people tore their clothes and skin, and there were many more on their white bodies. Ten **** wounds, like wild beasts, uttered meaningless roars and whispers, and human civilization was completely abandoned.

   "Maybe the gods are just waiting for our settlement after death? This time you go first."

   "It's still a shield."

  "Why did you choose the shield? You have lost twice." Sabo puzzled.

  "You beat me twice, so you have less luck than me. Lady Luck will not favor anyone, and now she will let me win it back." He was confident.

  Eve lifted his hand, as if it was exactly what Lorenzo said, this time it was a shield, and he won.

   "What exactly is that shipment?"

  This is what Lorenzo needs to know the most at the moment, that mysterious cargo, everything tonight is due to it.

   "The sacred coffin. It is said that the group of people dug it out from a shipwreck in the ice sea. Many people have died for this thing."

   "Holy Coffin? What is that?"

  Lorenzo had never heard of such a thing, even in theology, there is no such vocabulary.

"I do not know either."

Sabo said frankly, "Like a certain pronoun, like a **** in the evangelical church, do you know what it is? A kind of pronoun, representing something that cannot be said."

   "Humans cannot describe something like that, so they have to honor it with a sacred and noble name."

  Something seemed to have been touched, and Lorenzo noticed a little weirdness.

  The coin was tossed again, flipped and dropped.

   "Shield or battle axe."

  This time Eve asked, because neither of them spoke first.

"shield."

   Sabo said suddenly, this time he chose Lorenzo's shield.

  Uncover the coin. Just as Lorenzo said, Goddess of Luck will not be partial to any one person. It was Tomahawk Lorenzo who won again.

   But this time Lorenzo did not rush to ask questions, but picked up his pocket watch and looked at the time.

   "Are you doing something next?"

  It is late at night, even if something happens, it will be after dawn, and there is still a long time before dawn. Sabo is a little curious about what Lorenzo is waiting for.

   "Yes, so this will be my last question."

"This kind of winning and leaving is not a good thing." Sabo's eyes were cold. The most taboo thing at the gambling table is this kind of thing. If you win, you run away. Although gamblers are not a good thing, it can be regarded as a gambler. The villain.

  "Please forgive me, there is no way."

Lorenzo said that he stood up and walked to the edge of the high platform. The location here is really good. With all the income, the original prosperity is no longer there. Under the hall is an embarrassed body. Now hallucinogens. They had completely paralyzed their nerves, this time they didn't even have the strength to stand, lying on the carpet, there was confusion in their eyes.

  The aristocratic nobles are like humble beggars, stripped of their glory and dignity like the sad livestock in the fence.

  "What do you usually do with these people?"

   "Is this a question of betting?"

   "Of course not, I'm just curious...you will still satisfy me with this curiosity, right."

  Speaking, Lorenzo showed a kind smile at Sabo, as if he was really curious.

"It's very simple. From where to go, we will send the guests to the luxurious hotels in the inner city. They will wake up on the soft and clean bed after they fade away. Everything is like a dream bubble."

   "It's a beautiful end, isn't it?"

   "Sounds really good."

  Lorenzo nodded in approval, and then asked the last question.

   "Where are those people? The crew on the Silverfish, they transported the sacred coffin, and the people who stopped me that day, where are they?"

  This is Lorenzo’s last question. He hopes to get the answer. Just like before, Sabo didn’t conceal the slightest bit of concealment. Lorenzo was so frank that Lorenzo quickly thought he was his own.

   "They are all dead, even if they are not dead, they are almost dead."

  Sabo said directly.

   "Are all dead?"

  Lorenzo couldn't believe it, and then as if realizing something, his pupils tightened, he asked.

   "Did you kill them?"

  (End of this chapter)