Sherlock Holmes

"Moriarty.?" Sherlock clicked his tongue at the name, feeling it was a bit confusing.

Then he straightened his coat that was messed up by the wind.

At the same time, he had to re-examine the identity of the guy in front of him.

By observing the expression, tone, posture, and clothing, Sherlock can greatly guess a person's class.

There must be an extremely obvious difference between civilians and nobles, and the natural aloofness of clergy cannot be faked by just anyone.

So he had known for a long time that this guy named Moriarty was no ordinary person. He was probably a member of a large and well-known group in the Holy See who had a cardinal archbishop in his family.

But until the moment this maid appeared.

Sherlock was a little surprised after all.

Who can let such a person become his maid?

This girl is only a teenager. And the speed and strength she just showed almost reached the limit that could only be shown after Deacon Bader sacrificed his body!

Moreover, the opponent obviously did not use all her strength, because she could stop her behavior in an instant under such an attack. This kind of switching between movement and stillness was not something that could be achieved under normal circumstances.

What made Sherlock even more miraculous was that the maid seemed to have a little too much respect and attachment for the guy slumped against the wall. When she saw her master was injured, she immediately rushed towards him and cried so hard. .

If you hadn't dodged the punch just now, a cow would have been smashed in half by you. Now you are lying next to him with a weak look, is it appropriate?

Alas, these upper-class people really don’t understand.

"Okay, don't cry." Sherlock reminded with a headache: "This guy won't die for a while, but his hands should be considered burns. If you want to find a doctor, I happen to know one, and his medical skills should be pretty good. , but... forget it."

When he thought about the opponent's posture, it was estimated that a whole medical team with full equipment could be called over in minutes. Fortunately, he didn't waste any more nonsense.

If Watson knew that the Holy Son he had been thinking about these days was equivalent to a "forget it" in Sherlock's eyes, he would have greeted all the eighteen generations of the other party's ancestors in a very gentlemanly manner.

After listening to Sherlock's words, the maid finally recovered from the regret, sadness, and self-blame in her head. She stood up, hesitated, and then held Moriarty in her arms.

Well, this picture is a bit incongruous, because Moran is taller than Moriarty, so she is held in a princess hug, which just allows her master to use less force and avoid being involved. Wound.

"Thank you, this kind act will definitely receive the greatest thanks!"

Moran gave a slight salute to Sherlock, and without saying anything else, he quickly trotted away in the direction he came from.

During this process, Sherlock saw Moriarty being held in his arms. There seemed to be a trace of discomfort finally appearing in his indifferent eyes.

It is understandable that letting others see him being held by the princess is indeed a bit difficult for a narcissist with a huge self-esteem to accept.

But Sherlock was too lazy to care about this. Now he could finally find a place to store his luggage.

In the garden villa less than a hundred meters away, His Royal Highness the Holy Son took off his clothes under the service of Moran, and his naked body was placed into a pool embedded in the ground.

His maid grew up with him. Things like dressing and changing naturally happened frequently. Moriarty would not care if there was anything wrong with his body being seen by a girl. Moran will never have even the slightest blasphemous thought towards his master. The relationship between the two of them was just a pure master-servant relationship before, and it will always be like this in the future.

In that pool is a repair solution developed by the Academy of Life Sciences. It is extracted from a rhizome plant that has spread to the real world. After artificial breeding, it can be mass-produced. It can restore the damage to the human body extremely quickly, without any damage. It has no side effects, is easy to carry, and will not deteriorate after being exposed to air. Among the supplies on the front line, this solution is the most important way to reduce the casualties of the Crusaders.

but

Moriarty has always had a strange feeling about this plant that can extract repair solution.

It's not that he resists the effect of the repair solution, but he always feels that a plant that lives in hell can have a repair effect on the human body, which seems to be contrary to common sense.

Naturally, he has never been to hell and does not know what it is like there, but from the descriptions in the Divine Comedy, we can know that hell must have an environment and rules that are completely different from the human world, and what is nurtured there is definitely the same as human beings. Completely different lives.

So, under two laws, one organism can actually repair the body of another organism without any side effects. Is this really just a coincidence?

Or is there some unknown connection between hell and the real world?

Soaked in the liquid, he felt a warm feeling emanating from the pores all over his body. Some blood seeped out from under the skin, and his burned hands were itchy. This was feedback from the repair of the muscles and skin.

Moriarty rarely had this kind of time when he could only lie quietly. In his more than 20 years of life, except for the initial ignorant childhood, he almost never slacked off for a day.

As mentioned before, Moran could feel a kind of fear in his eyes.

Moriarty is scared

He was not afraid for himself, but for the entire race. He was afraid that the human world would stop moving forward and lead to doomed destruction; but at the same time, he found that this was also fear for himself.

Because I am too tired.

On the mental level, he has absolute confidence that he can be a tireless person forever, but physically he cannot bear it. The brain, muscles, and organs are under such high-intensity consumption. He expects that he can only live to 50 years old. age.

This is one of the reasons why he must become a contractor because he needs to continue to live!

Even if in the end, I have to rely on the extremely complicated machines of the Academy of Life Sciences to maintain my life with difficulty, I will definitely continue to live, because I cannot die before completing the huge leap in human society. Otherwise, how many years will mankind have to wait? Will he meet someone as amazing and talented as himself again?

Human beings simply cannot afford to wait! !

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