Chapter 975: Chapter 32: Celebration
It was a somewhat strange day.
Lorenzo still sat in his main seat, watching the group of busy, inexplicable folks in the room.
"My goodness, mushrooms are growing here!"
"Why is there a gun here?"
"Thereâs even a Nail Sword... itâs already rusty."
"Geez, Lorenzo, have you ever tidied up your room?"
The chaotic voices echoed back and forth. Initially, Lorenzo maintained a shamelessly silent attitude, but as these comrades continued their archaeological excavation of the room, even Lorenzoâs old face blushed a bit.
"This place is just like a crime scene. I wouldnât be surprised if you said thereâs a dead body buried under these messy clothes."
Red Falcon pinched his nose and finally gathered up the mess of clothes, while Eve helped him sift through them, finding heaps of miscellaneous items. Lorenzo glanced around and surprisingly found some things he had lost a long time ago.
Of course, he was a bit embarrassed to admit it now.
Worse still, Lorenzo started worrying about uncovering some random things. Although Lorenzo deemed himself a gentleman, judging by his level of drinking, he might have done inexplicable things in his boozy moments. After all, even without drinking, Lorenzo was already quite a character.
As expected, soon Red Falconâs scream echoed.
"Did you pee in the kitchen?!"
Red Falcon felt as if he was excavating a Demonâs lair... In a way, this office wasnât much different from a Demonâs lair.
Unclear about the kitchenâs situation, Lorenzo actively blocked out Red Falconâs wailing.
It was a strange gathering that quickly turned into a major cleaning event. Blue Jade remained silent but easily blended into the atmosphere, wiping dust with a cloth. Heracles leaned weakly to one side after vomiting, and Eve kicked him for being in the way, looking all pitiful.
He weakly cursed about preferential treatment or something, while Polo freely scampered around but didnât annoy anyone; instead, he was picked up and had his head rubbed.
"Is this some kind of head ornament?"
Selyu didnât join the big clean-up. According to her, she had serious matters to discuss here, but before doing so, she noticed the Holy Silver crown. Without waiting for Lorenzoâs response, she picked it up and put it on.
Nothing happened; before encountering Demons and the unknown [Gap] invasion, Holy Silver was not much different from ordinary silver.
Lorenzo looked at Selyu wearing the crown. Although the workmanship was rough, she indeed had a touch of nobility about her.
"Looks pretty good. Did you make it yourself?"
Eve also noticed, and Selyu tacitly handed the crown to her.
She played with it a bit, feeling it was crudely made despite appearing delicate â like something hammered and twisted by a fire, still burning when formed.
"How is it?"
Eve also put on the crown, asking Lorenzo.
"Tyrant."
Lorenzoâs response was straightforward. Perhaps due to the difference in their personalities, Selyu seemed serene, while Eve seemed ready to draw her sword and shout "Attack" the next second, unleashing ten thousand Blade and Axe wielders to chop Lorenzo to pieces.
Eveâs response was a humph, and then the crown was hurled at Lorenzoâs head. Luckily, he was quick and caught it, preventing it from crashing to the ground.
The polished surface reflected Lorenzoâs distorted face, showing the mysterious nature of Holy Silver. Lorenzo once thought it reacted against Demons, but after experiencing more and learning greater secrets, he started believing Holy Silver might act on erosion, with suppression of Demons being just a byproduct.
The real enemy is that strange erosion; all Demons are just pitiful dead.
His fingers gently rubbed the surface, leaving clear fingerprints.
Holy Silver has another interesting feature: upon excessive erosion, it not only fails to suppress it but also begins to decompose, like Lorenzoâs Silver Binding Bolt before when the Secret Bloodâs erosion intensified, causing them to melt and destroy his flesh.
"What happened to your hand?"
The calm voice interrupted Lorenzoâs thoughts. Selyu had unknowingly approached, looking perplexed as she grabbed Lorenzoâs hand and opened it.
His palm had a circular scar, a remnant from battling with Lawrence when Lorenzo removed the Holy Silver from his body. Likely due to Holy Silverâs suppressive nature, the wound wasnât able to heal properly, leaving such a fierce scar, as if spikes had pierced through Lorenzoâs palm.
"Itâs nothing."
Lorenzo had recounted the Gaulunaro journey to Selyu, but didnât go into much detail.
"Looks quite painful."
Selyuâs pale fingers gently stroked the scar-riddled palm, her gaze full of pity.
"At least itâs healed."
Lorenzo said happily.
Back then, Lawrenceâs fury overwhelmed him; he hadnât considered other consequences. On the journey back, his palm kept bleeding non-stop.
Contrary to expectations, the Demon Hunterâs self-healing ability didnât kick in, but soon, as the remaining Holy Silver substance dissipated, the ferocious wound barely healed, yet still left this scar.