The Divine Armor of the Old Century（Book 1）

Chapter 22

Eve looked at the coin in front of her, she had never seen such currency before. She didn't know if it was from a particular country or just a commemorative coin. Her expression was somewhat anxious, but soon Eve calmed down, her eyes sharp as a blade.

She bore the blood of the Phoenix family, a spiritual support for her. Eve knew very well that she couldn't afford to be afraid. She was destined to appear in the Hall of Manifestations, the Duchess of the Phoenix, and this was not the end.

"Is it okay?" Eve picked up the coin, asking Lloyd. In this gambling between him and Sabo, she now resembled a dealer.

Lloyd nodded, then addressed Sabo. "No mind games, no cheating, no skills that can be transgressed. This is pure luck, and I like it."

"That's great," Sabo also nodded, pleased that Lloyd agreed to this seemingly absurd gamble.

"One side is a shield, and the other side is a battle axe."

"I choose the shield," Lloyd said directly, without looking at Eve, his eyes fixed on Sabo.

"This coin must be quite old, I remember it was an abandoned currency," Sabo reminisced. As he spoke, Eve tossed the coin in her hand. It danced in the air, shining like a silver-white elf under the light.

"It should have some significance to you, right? Nostalgic for your homeland? You don't seem like a collector. You wouldn't keep it for so long, would you?"

Perhaps sentimentality was at play here, like soldiers retiring from the battlefield who still regularly inspected their medals of honor.

"I don't miss that icy wasteland. Being born there was a mistake. I keep it only because it was the first thing I won at the gambling table. I lost my first finger for it. It's my lucky coin."

Sabo rubbed his left hand, where his little finger should have been, but now it was empty, leaving only a scar from the poorly treated wound.

"At that time, I still had four fingers. I won against that bastard, but he was a coward, so I killed him. It was like my first time killing someone. It feels really great to control one's destiny."

There was excitement in his words. This deformed experience before their eyes was far more legendary than imagined.

As the coin fell, the girl swiftly caught it with her hand, then covered it on the table. What was supposed to be a childish game now felt incredibly heavy.

"Reveal it," Lloyd said.

Hearing Lloyd's words, Eve slowly lifted her hand. The side facing up was the battle axe. Lloyd lost.

"Who are you really?" Sabo rubbed his scars, his gaze filled with longing, as if this was truly what he wanted to know.

"Lloyd Holmes, a detective," Lloyd replied directly, but Sabo shook his head vigorously, seemingly unsatisfied with the answer.

"I want to know your identity before you came to Old Dunling. Who are you?" Like Berlow, he was curious about the mysterious detective's past.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Lloyd said, "A priest."

Even Eve, who was standing aside, was a bit puzzled. Perhaps no one could connect this lunatic bastard with the noble priest. "A priest? A priest of the Gospel Church?" Priests were not a rare profession. A hundred years ago, the rulers of the world were still the Holy Gospel Papal States. They dispatched countless priests to various countries, secretly manipulating nations in the name of faith. But with the rise of steam technology, the so-called faith fell into decline. Muskets and airships liberated everyone from the shackles of faith.