Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock's expression finally became less frivolous.

He became quiet and carefully observed the curious-looking abyss creature slowly crawling out of the crack.

Although contractors are no longer scarce these days, after all, the Holy See’s believer base is too large; but there are still not many contractors who have reached the second stage, so seeing a second-level contractor summon his own With the contract devil, it would be even more difficult.

Unlike the old priest's contracted demon, the thing summoned by Badr was a creature that was not easy to describe.

If I had to describe it, it's a combination of an insect and a bison. The skin on its body is covered with black-red scales, but it hangs down in piles. On its head covered with tentacles, there are a few vestigial eyes. The head was shaking from side to side like it was drunk. There is a disgusting mouthpart at the front end, with huge fangs branching out from the middle, and there is sizzling mucus on it.

Moreover, his size was a bit exaggerated, more than twice as big as the spider, so that when he appeared, the whole room seemed cramped.

"Killing your loved one deserves divine punishment." Catherine frowned slightly as she watched the contracted creature crawl out of the crack.

Deacon Bader remained expressionless.

But suddenly! He burst out laughing!

Sherlock was startled. Just now, he thought that there was no such thing as "laughing" in the genes of this facially paralyzed deacon.

And Deacon Bader does not seem to be very good at laughing. His stiff muscles make this expression look particularly ferocious: "Don't say it so grandly, Karin is not loyal to me, she should die, I am not killing the person I love at all." .”

"Then you have tortured and killed more than a dozen Imperial citizens in the past few months."

"They are all unclean people and deserve to be punished."

"Who deserves to die and who does not deserve to die is a matter that can only be decided by the trial court. You are just a deacon, but you abuse lynching."

Deacon Bader shook his head, as if he didn't want to debate this useless topic anymore.

He knew clearly what would happen next. If the unclean woman died, the Holy See would never let him go.

Although it is rationally uneconomical to kill a second-level contractor because of a woman, rules are rules, whether they are reasonable or not, as long as you violate them, you will die.

After all, the Holy See is sacred and inviolable.

at this time

"Cough~cough~"

Sherlock suddenly coughed twice:

"Well, please forgive me for interrupting your conversation, but this is my apartment, and it's rented, so is it okay?"

He wanted to say: Can you go out and fight?

But then, he saw Deacon Bader's eyes filled with the most intense murderous intent! ! !

"Well, it seems there is no need to discuss this matter." He muttered with some regret.

Sherlock can be said to be the culprit for why Butler Bader was forced into this situation, but he pretended to be a poor passerby victim:

"Then, if you continue, I won't interrupt you."

There was even a hint of apology in his tone, and then he turned around and jumped out of the window!

The detective's duty is to find out who the murderer is, and he decided not to participate in the arrest of the murderer this time.

The night wind howled outside the window, and the few hard-won stars were covered by dark clouds, and there was some cold moisture in the air.

In fact, Sherlock wanted to see the tit-for-tat scene between high-level contractors, but the room was too narrow. If he continued to stay there and watch the excitement, the chance of survival was really slim.

The body landed lightly, and there was silence all around. It seemed that the small rental apartment could no longer contain the tension between the three Vatican clergy, and the suffocating pressure began to spread to the entire long street.

And in this icy night wind, humid air, and huge pressure, they are mixing together. In the dark corners of the long street, where the gas lights cannot shine.

A thick steam armor was slowly coming out of it.

Then there are three stations and five stations

Ten units, twenty units

Thirty units, forty units! ! ! ! !

There are more and more, until they are blocking each other, making it impossible to clearly count their number.

These armors were painted dark blue, and the complex sunflower marks on their shoulders reflected the faint halo of the street lights, which was the symbol of the Guardian Knights.

So, on this humid night, the steel began to collide with each other, and the roar of steam erupted.

In fact, it is hard to imagine that there are so many people lurking in such a long and quiet street, and that the heavy machines did not make any strange noise when they were carried over.

And this is not over yet, because if you look at the buildings on both sides of the street, you will find that at this moment, almost all the windows suddenly turned on lights in the night, and then some chaotic footsteps sounded, getting louder and louder. Mixed with the roar of steam.

A large number of law enforcement officers appeared out of nowhere and began to quickly evacuate nearby residents.

Every exit of the street was blocked, and huge steel gates had been erected. Two Zeppelin airships overhead slowly stretched out their huge bodies, and countless lights slanted down, reflecting the pale whiteness of the night.

This battle was really too big for a civilian in the lower city, not to mention the soldiers of the Knights of the Order in steam armor who were all staring at the inconspicuous second-floor window with great solemnity. , making everything exude a kind of solemnity and heaviness that the storm is about to come. .

Sherlock was also looking at his apartment at this moment, looking extremely nervous:

"These ungrateful guys won't demolish this building, right? It's so hard to rent it so cheaply."