I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

Although due to the emergence of mecha technology, the technology of various mechanical creations in this era has advanced at a speed beyond the times.

However, due to the limitations of the times, distance, and energy costs, long-distance travel still relies on airships.

In addition to that, you can take a boat. The engine technology brought by the mecha revolution makes the speed of ships and airships much faster than in the past. Sherlock came back by boat.

Although the military has fast airships with a speed of more than kilometers per hour. But this is not war time. Europe is a sovereign country after all. It would be too arrogant to fly a military airship over other people's homes.

So Mycroft could only take some civilian airships. Of course, these are just trivial episodes.

After landing in Europe, they only rested for two days and carefully observed the town called Montney.

Mycroft and Sherlock finally decided to enter the town together to have a look.

They chose to leave most of their manpower outside the town. After all, no one knew how many people from this organization were inside the town.

Going in too much at one time can easily scare someone away. At the same time, Mycroft also asked these people to be ready to respond at any time.

Montney itself is a town whose main business is tourism, so it is normal to see new faces.

As long as no overly obvious investigation activities are conducted, the entire town is relatively safe.

At this moment, Sherlock and Mycroft were sitting together in a window seat in a cafe in the town of Montney.

After the war, tourism here naturally flourished as time went by.

The so-called travel is to go from a place where you are tired of staying to another place where others are tired of staying.

Therefore, there are many tourists from Beichen here. As a place completely different from East Asian culture, it is very popular with Beichen people.

Of course, there are also many people here who come to Britannia, so they are not really out of the ordinary.

Sherlock and Mycroft each ordered a cup of coffee. The coffee in the coffee cup was steaming slightly, but they didn't move it.

After a brief silence, Sherlock said, "Did you pay attention to the coffee shop owner?"

Mycroft did not answer immediately, but silently picked up the coffee in front of him and gently stirred the sugar cubes inside with a spoon. The spoon made a crisp sound when it hit the edge of the porcelain.

"The weather is not too cold now, it has just entered spring. And he is a barista. In order to prevent coffee from spilling on his clothes, he should habitually pull up his clothes. But he didn't."

"There is a part of the wrist that protrudes, as if it contains something." Sherlock murmured in a low voice, "I have investigated the deceased people who were assassinated by them. They were all killed with one blow, and their throats or hearts were damaged by some kind of... Pierced by thorns.”

"So, there should be this kind of weapon under your wrist." Mycroft blew the hot air on the coffee gently, and then took a sip, "It is really worthy of carrying such a weapon anytime, anywhere, even when working. It is an organization that has existed for hundreds of years and has a very systematic training method."

"There are a lot of calluses on his fingers." Sherlock continued, "They should be the marks left by freehand rock climbing. They should also have done some climbing training at the same time, used to climb over walls. What's more interesting is."

He paused before saying, "I saw at least ten passersby with such marks along the way."

"It seems that your guess is correct." Mycroft nodded, "This should indeed be a "headquarters" in a sense."

After a pause, he curled his lips and said, "You are right."

"what?"

"Their anti-detection capabilities." Mycroft slowly drank the coffee in his hand, "We have been targeted."

Sherlock opened his eyes slightly, as if he wanted to look around, but was stopped by Mycroft.

"Don't turn around."

Sherlock looked at him quietly.

"The boss, two waiters, and the two men and women who just came in pretending to be tourists." Mycroft said slowly, "They were staring at us as soon as we entered. We were entering the town. He should have been targeted by now."

"How did they find it so accurately?" Sherlock's eyes shimmered, "Obviously what we just showed were just ordinary tourists, and we didn't even start the investigation."

After a pause, he said, "Speaking of which, the people we sent in were like this too. They lost contact before we even started investigating."

"It should be that there are some supernatural powers that we don't know about." Mycroft said.

"Supernatural power, it's really troublesome." Sherlock murmured, "Facing the information gap, there is indeed some trouble."

He raised his head and looked at Mycroft, "What should we do now?"

"Zhiya~"

The chair receded.

Mycroft slowly stood up and walked straight to the counter of the coffee shop.

When the waiter at the counter saw this, a formulaic smile appeared on his face.

"what do you need?"

Mycroft took out the pendant his father gave him and placed it on the table, lowering his voice.

"All things are false, all things are permitted"

The waiter hadn't recovered from the pendant yet. After hearing these words, he froze on the spot.

He was silent for a moment. But then, Mycroft continued.

"I want to meet the person in charge here"

The waiter slowly raised his head and stared at Mycroft. After a brief silence, he looked at the waiter on the other side.

"Dickens," he said, "I'll leave this to you."

Dickens was stunned and looked at the cafe full of people.

"No, Rooney, there are so many people here, why don't you give me one?"

"I'll be right back," Rooney said.

As he spoke, he took off his apron and hung it on a hook on the side.

"Come with me." He said to Mycroft.

Sherlock also stood up from his seat and came to Mycroft's side.

Mycroft's eyes flashed with thought, then he picked up the pendant placed on the table again, and followed Rooney.

They walked out of the cafe and onto the street.

There are people coming and going on the streets. Many tourists from different countries are walking and whispering to each other. It is very lively.

However, among these people, Mycroft could notice that many eyes were focused on him, and he might glance at them more or less.

He led them straight to the middle of the town, to the manor on the top of the mountain, which was also one of the attractions of this tourist city.

"Aren't you afraid that we are bad people?"

Following the young man named Rooney, Mycroft asked with interest.

"You trust us so much?"

"You'll find out later," Rooney continued.

Mycroft frowned slightly, as if he noticed something, "Did you know we would come?"