Under the witness of the myriad stars, the swirling cold wind swept up the snow dust, gently grazing Lorenzo's cheeks.
"Is Lawrence really dead?"
Lorenzo questioned, simultaneously questioning himself.
Watson remained silent for a long time, leaning against the back of her chair, not in any rush to respond to Lorenzo's words.
"It's been a long time since I returned here... I thought you wouldn't let me into your Gap." Watson said.
"Why would you think that?"
Lorenzo asked. Ever since he retrieved his memory, the secrets between him and Watson had been more or less clarified.
"Because you are vulnerable in the Gap. If I killed you here, I could control everything about you. You must turn this place into the strongest fortress, Lorenzo." Watson warned him.
"You cannot fall yet; the Sword Scabbard Treaty is still in effect, and the golden era has not yet arrived."
The Sword Scabbard Treaty.
Lorenzo muttered the term.
