Chapter 1465: Smile

In the lightless deep night, the shrill alarm sounded like an alarm clock, dragging everyone out of their peaceful dreams. Before anyone could react, the corridor lights lit up one by one, and the Morning Glow Advance awoke like a beast, with heavy noise resonating from the steel hull, growing louder and fiercer.

The great ship awakened, loaded with bloodthirsty demons, heading towards the final battlefield.

“Prepare to set sail, everyone.”

The cabin door opened, and Arthur strode in, pressing the switch and bringing light to the dim interior, illuminating everyone.

Lorenzo rose from the darkness, the bright white of his eyes becoming increasingly intense, allowing everyone to see him clearly.

“Have we reached the battlefield?”

Lorenzo asked; the moment had finally arrived. He thought he would be excited and fearful, but his heart was incomparably calm, driven only by the thought of eradicating demons.

“We haven’t reached the battlefield yet, but we are already approaching the waters of Florence. For safety reasons, we won’t dock on the shore but will hover above the waters.”

Arthur explained the upcoming plan to everyone, and at the same time, the cabin began to tremble slightly, persistently.

“Don’t worry, we’re just replenishing the Sailing Dawn’s airbag with light gas,”

Arthur explained, continuing.

“Tonight is a very good night, with clouds covering the sky. Once we reach the location, the Sailing Dawn will advance under the clouds; no one will notice our presence. We will silently drift above Saint Nalos Cathedral.”

He raised his hand, using a metaphor, his palm slowly brushing over Florence’s skies, then suddenly plunging downwards.

“We will bombard Saint Nalos Cathedral, blowing all demons to bits, opening a path for your descent, and the rest is up to you.”

Arthur looked at Lorenzo, his eyes hollowed out in the darkness but still bright, then swung this knife-sharp gaze onto the others.

“What are you waiting for? Hurry and get ready!”

Arthur shouted loudly, and the others started to act; whether they participated in the battle or not, everyone began running, exiting the cabin, disappearing into the vast night.

Lorenzo was about to leave but found Arthur blocking the way. Only he and Arthur remained in the cabin.

“Is there anything else?”

Lorenzo felt a slight unease, while Arthur said nothing, just stared fixedly at Lorenzo’s face, the wrinkles on his face contorted into a ferocious picture.

Such a stern atmosphere lasted for over ten seconds, until Arthur suddenly sighed, breaking it.

“Indeed, I still can’t stand you, Lorenzo.”

Arthur mumbled; the previously fierce demeanor was gone, now resembling a difficult neighbor.

He walked aside, sat in a chair, scrutinizing Lorenzo, mumbling.

“When I think about the responsibility of saving the world entrusted to someone like you, it feels insane and absurd.”

“I say, this should count as a stereotype against me, right?” Lorenzo retorted unceremoniously.

“It’s truly an unavoidable thing,” Arthur continued to sigh, “You know, I’ve never really liked you.”

“So what to do? You need me to get the work done, right?”

Lorenzo mocked.

After a pause, Arthur also laughed helplessly, and they both laughed heartily.

“Alright, alright, Lorenzo, you really are an annoying fellow.”

Arthur complained, leaning forward, hands clasped together as if in thought.

“Still, as annoying as you are, you do have some redeeming qualities.”

“Such as?”

Lorenzo asked unexpectedly.

Arthur’s expression froze, followed by a troubled frown, appearing constipated.

“Can eat? Can sleep? Quick with the sword?”

“Alright, alright, from your expression, I already sense your intent in trying hard to compliment me.”

Lorenzo quickly waved his hand, hoping Arthur would shut up, “So what exactly do you want to say, Arthur? Such dilly-dallying, it’s not like your style.”

Listening to these words, Arthur nodded slightly, arranging his thoughts, speaking seriously.

“Indeed, it’s not my style, and what I’m about to say doesn’t reflect my style either, but I feel, at this moment, some words must be spoken, or it might truly be too late.”

It was visible that Arthur was very hesitant and conflicted. Lorenzo could guess what Arthur wanted to say, which seemed very challenging for him, to ask such a cold and fierce person to do this.

“You’re a lousy guy, Lorenzo, but I still think that despite being lousy, you deserve a happy life.”

Arthur sincerely said.

“Don’t die.”

Lorenzo froze for a second, two seconds, then couldn’t help but laugh, his eyes nearly tearing from laughter.

Arthur was momentarily embarrassed; he couldn’t understand what Lorenzo found funny but knew he just wanted Lorenzo to shut up.

“Alright, alright, I thought it was something big; just this?”

Lorenzo looked helplessly as he walked towards the door.

“I’m the invincible Holmes!”

He was very confident, stepping boldly into the darkness.

His footsteps gradually faded, leaving Arthur alone in the cabin. He paused for a long time, then leaned back in the chair, looking relaxed.