big devil holmes

Chapter 104 I personally tested

The announcement of the Day of Sacred Love made London a hot place all of a sudden.

Many people from all over the empire, whether they are nobles or commoners, want to join in the fun, and by the way, come to see this long-renowned capital of steam. Eleven sets of special lines to London have been added to the train within three days. Tickets will still be sold out, and even the expensive and slower airships are selling much better than in previous years.

And within the Holy See, it is naturally impossible to ignore such a grand festival, let alone the presence of His Highness the Holy Son. All institutions have dispatched carefully selected welcome personnel, wanting to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to show His Highness the Holy Son good.

The Judgment Division is just one of these departments
In the reception room of the White Briar Security Company, the middle-aged priest Thompson had a deeper piety and respect on his face than usual. The person in charge, in his own territory, can't behave too lowly. If it was in other places, he should have stood up by now and performed the most standard Holy See etiquette.

And at this moment, sitting next to him was the elderly Mr. Valentin Ivnovich.

an executive
In the framework of the Judiciary's external missions, this is already the on-site commander with the highest voice. There are usually 20 to 30 deacons under him. In all aspects, they are the absolute superiors of Priest Thompson.He was old and extremely thin, but his back was unexpectedly straight. At this time, he took off the hat on his head, revealing some sparse gray hair and thick dark circles under his eyes.

And this time he came to London to find an opportunity to see if he could see His Highness the Holy Son and bring him the most sincere greetings from the Judgment Department; by the way, he came to express condolences to the Whitethorn Security Company, which belongs to the same system.

Oh, no, since it belongs to the field system of the Holy See, it cannot be called 'consolation', but should be called review.

"Please rest assured that all field record files in recent years have the most detailed records, and there are also very clear files on the incidents of citizen declarations, but they are stored in the police department in London and will be sent back in the afternoon For your review."

Priest Thompson said word for word. Usually he looks old-fashioned, but when it comes to this kind of time, he can give people a very reliable feeling. After all, under his leadership, the whole Whitethorn's behavior style is very unique. It is standard, no matter how you check it, there will be no trouble.

Executive Officer Ivnovich nodded, as if he was very satisfied with the attitude of the other party, but suddenly, he seemed to remember something:
"I heard that you reported an internal death report some time ago?"

"." There was a silence.

Then Priest Thompson lowered his eyes slightly: "Yes, a member of the field team named Lampard unfortunately died during the mission."

"Oh? Is the task completed?"

Priest Thompson seemed to hesitate for half a second, and immediately responded: "It should be considered complete, because the demon who committed the crime never appeared again."

"Should it count? I don't like such ambiguous answers." Executive Officer Ivnovich said lightly, as if in his opinion, this task deserves more attention than the death of a team member.

This is inevitable. Because he comes from the Judgment Department, and people in this organization naturally put the success of the mission first.

But this disregard for life still made Ms. Mary, who was standing not far away to listen, clenched her fists.

"What's more. During this period, a member of the field team can still die during the execution of a mission. It sounds a bit harsh." He continued, looking at Thompson with a cold expression: "So, do I have a reason? Doubt that your security agency neglects to train the staff in normal times?"

"Of course there is no negligence. Your Excellency, under the supervision of Priest Thompson, all of our field personnel have complied with the strictest training time."

Mark, who was standing upright beside him, responded. The respect in his tone was not so obvious. Instead, it was like a soldier shouting at the top of his voice when he was counting. I don't know if he deliberately used this method to face the executive officer in front Roar, in short, Ivnovich frowned displeased.

"I didn't ask you anything, so don't interrupt me. It seems that you are really undisciplined." He said indifferently: "Also... Whether you really trained according to the rules and regulations, what you say doesn't matter, tomorrow at noon .I will randomly check a person and test him personally. If he fails, then your grants for this year will be temporarily postponed."

Speaking of which, in fact everything is still within the regulations of the Holy See. A field department does need strict training. After all, it is an organization that has been dealing with demons for a long time. The Reverend Thompson also hesitated.

How long is the delay? Three years, five years. Or decades?
Although he knew that he did not neglect the training of his subordinates, and he was not worried that his subordinates would fail the test, but "Sir, is the subsidy for Lampard's death also included?"

"Of course." Ivanovic said lightly.

"But he died because of his mission. He still has a family. His son is five years old this year. This money."

Executive Officer Ivnovich was obviously a little impatient: "I said, I will test your training results, so did the person you mentioned die because of a mission, or did he die from negligence in training and overthinking his abilities? , I will have my own judgment soon, give me your personnel list now."

Priest Thompson suppressed the rhythm of his breathing, and slowly let out a mouthful of foul air. His cheeks swelled up in a very secret way. Fortunately, he was covered by his beard and did not reveal the muscle lines under the skin. Finally:
"Okay, Mr. Executor."

He responded, and motioned for Mary to bring the company's list.

Soon, Miss Mary handed over a black document to Priest Thompson, and Thompson handed it over to Executive Officer Ivnovich.

The latter raised his overly thin face slightly, lowered his eyes and scanned the names on the book.

In the end, his eyes stayed on the line of [Sherlock Holmes], carefully recalled the execution order he got after arriving in London, and confirmed that the name on it was this.

"Just him, bring him to see me at noon tomorrow." He said nonchalantly.

"But." Priest Thompson was stunned: "But your Excellency, this is just a detective, and he has just joined the company for two months, so he is not considered a combatant."

"Not considered a combatant?!" Ivanovic's voice was full of obvious accusations: "Don't detectives need to go to the place where the incident happened to investigate?

Don't you think those vicious contractors, criminals and demons care whether the person in front of them is a combatant?

All people have the possibility of facing the danger of their lives. Maybe it is your old-fashioned thinking that makes your people helpless when facing death! "

He said, standing up in displeasure.
"Tomorrow, get this person ready and don't be late"

He didn't give anyone another chance to talk nonsense, put on his hat, and walked out of the Whitethorn Security Company.

(End of this chapter)