Gun of Ashes-Chapter 816 - 50: Hymn

In the long tranquility, the surging emotions slowly fermented until reason could no longer control them, breaking the dam.

Lorenzo reached out and turned off the light source in the room. Darkness enveloped the two, concealing their embarrassed expressions.

"What a terrifying power, Mr. Holmes."

In the darkness, Erin's voice trembled slightly, accompanied by a faint sobbing.

"Yes, terrifying power."

Lorenzo answered coldly, then wiped his moist eyes with the corner of his clothing.

"Are you crying for me?" Erin asked.

"I'm not sure. I just deeply feel everything about you. As a cost, your emotions and thoughts interfere with my own. These remnants will pile up until one day they drown me, turning me into a monster I can't understand."

Lorenzo replied calmly as he clenched his fist to maintain his self-control.

"So what I feel, are those your emotions too?"

Erin asked again. In the instant Lorenzo gazed upon her, he saw her, and she saw Lorenzo. Their wills intertwined, witnessing each other's lives.

Despair, sadness, anger… extremely complex emotions blended under the name "Lorenzo Holmes."

Erin couldn't see Lorenzo's past, but she could feel it.

"I'm not as cold-blooded as you, so consider this my tears for you."

Erin grabbed the bedsheet, dried her tears, and tried to calm her emotions as much as possible. After a long while, she slowly spoke.

"I have imagined... that someday someone would completely understand me. I just didn't expect that person to be you, and in such a bizarre way."

The power of Authority Gabriel had already exceeded Erin's imagination. She tried to describe this power but couldn't find the corresponding words.

"So does this make us friends, Mr. Holmes?"

"Probably. But being my friend is not a good thing. Most of my friends are dead."

Lorenzo's voice came from the darkness.

"What about others? Do they know about your power?" Erin asked.

"No."

Lorenzo's answer was somewhat hesitant. He had considered revealing it all but eventually gave up.

From beginning to end, Lorenzo could absolutely trust only himself and the sword in his hand.

"So this is a secret just for me?"

Erin's voice suddenly became playful, as if the previous sadness was just an illusion. No... she was inherently this way; controlling emotions was a basic professional skill for her.

She reached out, and in her vision, it was a blur of darkness. Soon, she touched some gentle skin, slightly moist.

"This is a transaction. You cry for me, and I keep your secret."

This time, Lorenzo said nothing and maintained his silence.

He had considered threatening Erin with harsh words afterward. After all, the Beacon had already been planted, and Lorenzo could take Erin's life at any time. But at this moment, he hesitated.

Erin couldn't see him, but in the darkness, the Demon Hunter's eyes could clearly see Erin. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

She thought her voice and actions were perfectly disguised, but Lorenzo could see the tears slowly sliding down her face as she breathed slowly, trying not to let her trembling voice expose the collapsing emotions.

At this moment, she truly seemed like a pitiful little dog, drenched by the rain, shivering in the unseen shadows.

Voices came from outside the door, someone was calling Lorenzo's name.

"I have to go. As for your speculations... I will keep an eye on Hebdo."

Lorenzo left silently.

...

"Something big happened!"

With a shout, Heracles forcefully kicked open the door. Judging by his panting, this guy had run all the way back.

However, to Heracles' life-threatening reaction, everyone indoors remained indifferent, looking calm and composed. In their view, the "big event" had already occurred.

With several more bandages on, Red Falcon was sitting on the dusty sofa. He slightly raised his head, glanced at Heracles, then returned his gaze to the book. Eve completely ignored Heracles' return. She was chasing Polo with a broom; she couldn't stand the damn rodent darting around.

The only seemingly reliable one was Hebdo, standing on the side, mopping up the bloodstains on the floor.

Looking at the messy room, it was evident a fierce battle had just taken place here. Realizing this, Heracles managed to calm his excited heart. By now, his intelligence might not count as a big deal.

He walked over and lifted a chair, thought for a moment, and asked,

"Where is Lorenzo?"

Red Falcon raised his hand, pointing to another room.

Since Red Falcon had left, it had been a long time, and it was unclear what Lorenzo and Erin had discussed in the room.

"I have important matters to discuss with Lorenzo!" Heracles grew anxious again.

"What's the matter?"

The door was pushed open, a voice sounded, Lorenzo's eyes slightly red, his expression cold.

"Where have you been, Heracles?"

Lorenzo asked while walking, kicking away the obstructing clutter. He sat down on the dusty sofa, leaning against Red Falcon.

This startled Red Falcon, obviously Lorenzo's aura was off, like he would draw his sword and strike in the next second. He leaned hard to the side to make room for Lorenzo, but the sofa was only so big, and he couldn't move at all.