I weave fate 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 your head."

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?"

"Branches~"

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?"

"All your questions will be answered later," Rooney continued.

Then, he fell into silence, and no matter how Mycroft asked, he stopped answering.

Sherlock, who was following Mycroft, said with great interest, "It's really mysterious."

Mycroft's eyes also flashed with a faint glimmer, but he was silent.

The town was not big. They walked for about ten minutes and soon stood at the door of the manor.

The first thing that catches the eye is the tall city wall.

The city wall was built according to the outline of the mountain, roughly circular, with a total length of about a few hundred meters.

There are 14 equidistant towers and 2 city gates. The main street connecting the two city gates in the city is roughly in a straight line.

Entering the interior of the manor and stepping onto the bluestone-paved path, you will see a Romanesque church with a simple facade, as well as Renaissance-style residences for nobles and merchants.

The small streets beyond the main square give way to houses and small shops facing the gardens. In times of war, these gardens could provide the food necessary to survive when surrounded by enemies.

Rooney took them directly to the Romanesque church in the middle. There is a no entry sign hanging at the door of the church.

However, Rooney ignored the sign and walked over, slowly opening the church door with a rustling sound.

The heavy sound of opening the door showed the ancient history of this door.

But he did not go in, but took a step back to the right, and then motioned for them to go in.

"Go in, people are waiting for you inside."

Mycroft narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Rooney, and then looked inside the church.

After hesitating for a moment, Sherlock directly passed him and strode in.

Mycroft smiled helplessly when he saw this, and followed in anyway.

"Peng!"

After they entered, the door behind them slammed shut.

The air here is filled with the rotten smell of old wood. Soft light shines in from the tall stained glass windows on both sides, and the cathedral-like style can still be seen in the dimness.

On both sides of the hall are places provided for passers-by who come to this penitential service.

At the end of these chairs, on a slightly higher platform, a simple black metal cross stood there, simple, solemn and solemn.

The God in the Bible does not like idolatry, believing that it is a form of ungodliness and that only idols are worshiped, not God himself.

So the Catholic Church chose to use the cross instead.

Mycroft soon discovered a person sitting at the front.

Some white hair was mixed with his original hair color. He must be in his forties or fifties, and he was wearing a long black hooded coat.

If Mycroft hadn't had very sensitive senses, he might not have been able to detect this person at all.

Mycroft walked slowly over and came behind the middle-aged man, and then he heard a low murmur.

This man was praying devoutly to the cross.

However, there is something strange about the prayer language. Normal people pray either in a language of praise or to confess their sins, but his prayer language is like a declaration of war.
  "Beg me!
  I will give your kingdoms an inheritance,
  Everything to the end of the earth is yours.

You hold the black iron staff,
  crush them to pieces,
  Break like pottery.

Therefore, O kings!
  Kneel down,

Accept the teachings of the Judge of the Earth.

Serve your Lord with fear and fear,

Willing to fight.

Kiss your child!
  Because of the wrath of heaven, you will be sent to the path of destruction,
  His rage will spread so quickly,
  Burn everything.

They will have no one to rely on. "

This seems to come from some religious stories similar to those in the Bible. Mycroft seems to have seen it somewhere, but he can't remember it for a while.

After a brief silence, he slowly opened his eyes and drew a cross in front of himself.

"Amen."

Then he stood up and looked at Sherlock and Mycroft. (End of chapter)