"...I was very confused before, why there are still special points appearing after defeating Goetia. Now it seems that they are still those demon pillars...!"
Lawrence's face looked ugly.
"I understand. The situation before us now is to face the threat of these demon pillars again."
Fujimaru Ritsuka's expression was equally ugly, but she still tried her best to calm down her mood, patted her face with both hands, and cheered herself up.
Lawrence didn't know why he felt that Fujimaru Ritsuka's movements were a bit similar to his own.
When he feels confused or uncomfortable, he also likes to pat his face.
"Don't worry, it's just a Demon Pillar." Fujimaru Ritsuka pinched his hand and smiled very confidently, "We used to defeat so many Demon Pillars, even if they were as difficult as the Temple of Time.
We have all crossed over, and it is just a pillar of Dantalin, not worth mentioning."
Of course, it cannot be really worth mentioning. No one knows what the Demon God Pillars will look like without Goetia, and why these Demon God Pillars still choose to create singularities even after the incineration of human nature has ended.
It is also unknown.
"Don't rush to think so. After all, this is just a kind of reasoning and speculation. All you have to do is to be prepared to fight the Demonic Pillar again, that's all." Dafen gave a strange instruction.
The result obtained from the collection of information and reasoning is only the "maximum" possibility.
"I see."
Fujimaru Ritsuka and Lawrence looked at each other, nodded, and closed the communication with Chaldea.
After walking out of the separate room, the two of them bumped into Verrocchio who looked helpless.
"The gentleman named Salieri is a bit difficult to communicate with."
It was impossible to take action today. It was almost dark now. Verrocchio planned to make some food, so he went to ask the new servant who had joined the camp, that is, Antonio Salieri.
He wanted to eat something, but Salieri didn't pay much attention to him and just kept talking to himself in a daze.
"His job description is avenger, teacher." Lawrence shook his head.
"Avenger..."
Verrocchio sighed, obviously understanding the meaning of this job offer.
...
"Lorenzo, it seems that your wanted warrant is of no use."
Piero, who had a sinister look on his face, tremblingly leaned on his crutches, looked at Lorenzo, and said slowly.
Lorenzo's face was gloomy and terrifying.
"I created so many ban soldiers and raised the bounty reward. Is this the result?"
With a trace of scarlet blood in his eyes, he looked at the three shadows in front of him.
There is no doubt that they are the Three Cavalry Servants.
Two men wearing masks, and a Creedy.
Among the three people, Caster, who was wearing a weird and wild white mask and stood closer to Piero, had a creepy smile on his lips.
"Don't say that, Master. Don't look at me like this. I have a good job, right?"
"Not a single person from the church ran away. Moreover, Master, you should know what happened the night before yesterday?"
"Then, do you think I will be killed by that assassin?"
Lorenzo looked at Caster with a dangerous expression.
"No, no, how could it be? What I mean is that I have fulfilled my responsibilities and obligations as a servant, that's all." Caster turned his hand and bowed.
But there was not much respect or fear in his tone, but more of teasing and casualness.
Lorenzo narrowed his eyes.
His eyes stayed on Caster for two seconds, then he glanced at his father Piero who was standing not far from Caster, and snorted coldly.
There is a sword next to his throne, less than ten centimeters from his hand, and there is a huge sense of oppression on his body.
And that assassin wearing half of the ghost-like mask...
"Master, you are not Christina..."
Lorenzo just looked at him, looking at him quietly.
"Those nobles have all..."
Faced with Lorenzo's pressure, Assassin chose to surrender.
He doesn't have much sense, but he also knows that he shouldn't continue to straighten his waist at this time.
Lorenzo did not continue to press Assassin, but turned his attention to his last servant.
berserker,credi.
"Creddy...you are still weaker than Lawrence."
He didn't accuse directly, but said something like this.
But that's just one sentence...
"No--"
Creedy's eyes suddenly widened.
His expression turned vicious and angry.
"Lawrence, that noble bastard, that genius who should have died under my dagger long ago!!!"
"Not only did you not kill Lawrence, you didn't even kill Leonardo."
Lorenzo spread his hands and added.
"Shut up, I-"
Creedy was completely enraged and fully displayed his ferocity as a berserker. The dagger appeared in his hand and he rushed towards Lorenzo crazily.
"I think... the target of your anger should not be me, berserker."
Zheng——
Creedy stopped in front of Lorenzo's sword, a drop of cold sweat rolled down his face, and his eyes instantly became clear.
Reflected in his trembling pupils was Lorenzo's sword and Lorenzo's anger.
"You're going to kill Lawrence and Leonardo, Creedy."
"Whether it's the living one, the living Lawrence, the living Leonardo; or the dead one, the Servant Lawrence."
"Credy, you have failed more than once, and the patience I gave you has almost been exhausted."
"I don't want to say anything else. Find Lawrence, kill Lawrence, and the Master from Chaldea. Do you understand?"
"Assassin, you go with Berserker."
Lorenzo put his sword back into the scabbard, and his icy-cold eyes swept over Creedy's body, giving Creedy a feeling... like he had fallen into an ice cellar.
But even though it was cold, there was still anger in his eyes.
Why? Why should Assassin go with me to kill Lawrence and Leonardo?
Lawrence and Leonardo - I should kill them!
It must be killed by me!
It can only be killed by me...!
Creedy transformed into a spirit child and disappeared from the same place, and the assassin Phantom of the Opera also disappeared from the same place.
The remaining masked caster showed an elegant smile to Piero, bowed slightly, and walked out of the palace, leaving only Lorenzo and Piero and his son.
"What a... group..."
Lorenzo suppressed his anger as much as possible.
He wants to be a calm and graceful ruler who can give to his subjects.
But the fact seems that he is not allowed to do this.
Piero looked at the sullen Lorenzo and said nothing, but turned around and left after showing a smile.
In the huge palace, only the great Lorenzo was left.