I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 590 Strange World

Sherlock and Mycroft did not stay too long in Montney.

Instead, he got on an airship and quickly left the town.

Mycroft obviously didn't want to get involved in this fraternity infighting.

It happened to be sunset when we were on the airboat. The sun shone on the clouds, like golden mountains, and the airboat was flying among these golden peaks. The view from the window of the airship is magnificent.

Sherlock and Mycroft were drinking hot chocolate on the deck.

"What are your plans next?" Sherlock continued to ask.

"We need to investigate Emperor Arthur in detail." Mycroft took a sip of hot chocolate. "His legends may not be groundless. It has only been a hundred or two hundred years, and the answers to many things can actually be found."

"Like the sword in the stone?"

When Emperor Arthur fell into a trap and accidentally killed a woman, he felt that he was no longer qualified to use the Sword in the Stone, so he inserted it into the cliff.

Since then, the village where the Sword in the Stone is located has become a tourist attraction.

Many people have tried to pull out the Sword in the Stone, but ultimately failed.

"The Sword in the Stone on the wall of the Sword in the Stone is fake." Mycroft said, "It is really on the sixth underground floor of the headquarters of the Seventh Agency."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, this was the first time he had heard of it.

"But the sword in the stone really cannot be pulled out."

"The inside is made of reinforced concrete. Unless you use a crane, it is of course impossible to pull it out," Mycroft said. "When we took it away, the local government wanted to turn it into a tourist attraction, so it spent a lot of money to make a replica without pretending to be the same as before. Some older villagers there actually knew it, but most of them Everyone understands it.”

"It's not surprising if you think about it carefully." Sherlock murmured, "How could such a national treasure be left out in the wind and sun?"

"When the Seventh Agency brought it back, it also wanted to protect this national treasure."

"But later our research found that the sword was much stronger than we thought. Not only did it remain brand new after hundreds of years, it was even still sharp.

We believe that an alloy unknown to mankind is used on it, so we have been conducting research on it without destroying the Sword in the Stone over the years, which has made a lot of progress in our armor technology.

Of course, what's even more interesting is that none of us can pull out that sword. "

"Did you take them away with the stones?" Sherlock asked.

"Attach the stone near the sword blade in order not to damage the sword.

Originally we planned to slowly clean up the stones around the blade.

But at the end of the cleaning, we found that the stones around the sword blade had turned into a special metal that we couldn't analyze at all, and couldn't be destroyed at all.

We dare not try to use powerful destructive instruments for fear of destroying the Sword in the Stone. "

After a pause, Mycroft murmured thoughtfully, "Now it seems that that may be the manifestation of supernatural power."

He raised his head and looked at Sherlock, "Maybe we can split up."

“It requires coordination for people like me to go to the Great Egyptian Empire, which is troublesome, and there is a high probability that others will not tell us these secrets.

After all, unlike the fraternity, they have nothing to do with us.

But you are different, you are just an ordinary person. "

"It is estimated that only the royal family of the Great Egyptian Empire knows the information about him." Sherlock murmured in a low voice, "But it is not so easy to reach. I heard that there are many terrible punishments there."

"It's just some rumors." Mycroft said, "I have read their laws. If you are exposed, just tell them your identity directly, and I will use some diplomatic means to get you out."

"What's your identity?" Sherlock teased, "A spy sent by Britannia?"

"My brother, a researcher of Egyptian culture driven by curiosity." Mycroft said, "You are a detective yourself, and people will not doubt you. I will arrange a case to "attract" you there. .”

After a pause, he touched his chin and said, "And in fact, some of our investigators actually suspect that the Great Egyptian Empire actually has some special powers that we don't know about. Now it seems that it is very possible."

He looked at Sherlock and said, "You have handled many cases, why didn't the newspapers publish your name?"

"Gregson said he was afraid that the murderer would retaliate against me." Sherlock said, "But I think it was more because the police were afraid of losing face, so they even hired an "amateur" to investigate."

"Society is always like this." Mycroft shrugged and said, "I will find someone to compile your detective story and publish it in the newspaper. The greater your reputation, the more secure you will be in Egypt." Mycroft looked at Sherlock and said jokingly, "You must be going crazy from holding yourself back, right?"

Based on Mycroft's understanding of Sherlock, his flamboyant character is eager for others to know how smart he is.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

"Wow!"

While they were talking, a whine in the distance suddenly attracted their attention.

The hot chocolate they held in their hands also vibrated with ripples under the whine from far to near.

The sound was very ethereal, somewhat like the cry of a whale.

But this is in the air, where did the whale come from?

For some reason, an inexplicable chill shot straight from their tailbones to their foreheads.

Mycroft and Sherlock's eyes both froze, and they both turned their heads and looked into the distance.

The sun has not completely set at this moment, and the setting sun still hangs in the distance, with its dim golden afterglow shining in the clouds.

Vaguely, a dark behemoth could be seen flying towards them.

The low wheezing and whining sounds were getting closer and closer, and just by hearing the sound, one could tell that what was approaching must be a huge creature.

Sherlock and Mycroft's breathing also stopped.

They remained motionless, staring at the clouds.

After an unknown amount of time, the thing finally emerged from the clouds.

The cold wind blew through their hair, but the chill outside was far less than the trembling in their hearts at this moment.

The volcanic rock-like scales shimmered in the setting sun, and the huge claws could easily scratch the airbag of their airship.

And the ferocious teeth exposed through a slight grin seemed like they could tear apart even a warship.

It was a dragon, Mycroft judged with great certainty.

There is no doubt that this monster fits the description of the dragon in the legend.

Mycroft had a lot of work to do in an airship, and he spent a lot of time above the sky, but he never thought that there would be such a thing above the sky.

The invisible pressure emanating from the dragon directly immobilized both Sherlock and Mycroft.

Needless to say, there are those secret agency personnel inside the airship.

The moment the giant dragon flew out of the clouds, they had lost their breath and their souls were trembling.

When it flew over them, the fear in their hearts reached its peak. His brain was even thinking about how he could leave a suicide note.

Fortunately, the giant dragon passed over them, ignored them and flew straight into the distance.

But just when Mycroft thought they were safe, the strong wind generated by the flying dragon hit the airship and violently moved a certain distance to one side.

Sherlock and Mycroft, who were standing at the edge of the deck, almost fell thousands of feet into the air.

Fortunately, they reacted much faster after running out of the brotherhood underground, and quickly grabbed the railing at the edge of the deck to stabilize their bodies.

After that kind of professional training, their current combat effectiveness has actually exceeded that of most ordinary people.

After a brief moment of deathly silence, Mycroft took a breath of cold air.

He looked towards the direction in which the giant dragon was flying away. Its figure had completely disappeared into the thick fog, making it invisible.

The lingering power of the giant dragon even remained in their hearts, and the goosebumps all over Mycroft's body have not receded to this day.

After a brief silence, Mycroft took a deep breath and murmured in a low voice with a solemn expression.

"This world is really becoming more and more strange."

(End of this chapter)