big devil holmes

Chapter 111 Maid Rules Article [-]

The city of London has a permanent population of 60, at least 59 of whom are struggling every day.

They struggle with work, money, life, kids, daughter-in-law, booze, weather, horse manure, ass holes, prison terms, etc.
But tonight, among the 59 people, there are two people who are the most entangled and distressed.

One is the holy son of the Holy See, the future pope candidate, the amazingly talented savior, and the protagonist of the day of holy love.

Second, she is the saint of the Holy See personally chosen by Shengguang, the luckiest woman in the world, destined to be a noble status for a lifetime before she was born, another protagonist of the day of holy love.

They will be the focus of the entire empire in the next few days, or even months, but at this moment, no one can understand their emotions
"Master, the venue for the day of sacred love ceremony is set at the Oakland Cathedral, and the time is tomorrow at 12:[-] noon. Compared with other cities, London's climate is a bit gloomy, so the noon sun will look extraordinarily precious and beautiful. .”

In the villa, Moran smiled and said to the man in front of the window, her smile was extremely bright, and the usual cold maid looked like a different person. Then, her eyes turned to the two sets of clothes in her hand:
"It's so hard to choose between these two outfits!
The robe was brought all the way from Jerusalem, and it is the same style as when you participated in the diocesan ceremonies, but the color scheme is more vivid.

But this suit is not bad, it may be due to my shallow knowledge, I think you must wear the best suit at the wedding."

She was talking, but she suddenly closed her mouth in embarrassment. She probably wanted to say an adjective like 'handsome', but she felt that it didn't match her identity as the owner.

Moriarty stood in front of the window, looking at the other side of the garden. There was a flickering light in the window of the church. He knew that it was for the celebration of the Day of Love, and the workers were making arrangements overnight. Tomorrow morning, that church will become the grandest and most magnificent beauty in all of London.

"You seem very happy." He asked suddenly.

Moran still looked at the two pieces of clothing in his hand, and nodded immediately after hearing the master's question: "Of course! Tomorrow is the day of holy love. Master, you can finally meet Her Majesty the Holy Maiden!"

As she said that, she seemed to raise her head subconsciously, wanting to look at the stars in the sky, and there was a kind of yearning for happiness in her eyes: "His Royal Highness must be a beautiful woman, she should be about the same age as you, and has a A happy and happy family, good at cooking, gentle personality, loves flowers, and sounds like a clear bird, just listening to it will make you feel like a spring breeze."

Moriarty was silent for a moment, thinking of when he was very young.

At that time, Moran was also very young. Before she met herself, she was an orphan who had no parents and lived by begging. Outside her dilapidated earthen house, there was a large field of beautiful wild flowers, all of which had no names. Sometimes she always seems to want to practice a song well, because a beggar with a nice voice can always attract more attention, and her dream is to have a good cooking skill, because she wants to make the hard-won food become Even more delicious.

However, she doesn't have any talent for singing, and her cooking skills have always been terrible. Even those wild flowers that are carefully raised will wither after a heavy snowfall.

And after meeting her, she has been by her side all the time, and she has never mentioned the things she once yearned for.
"Have you ever liked someone?" Moriarty asked again and again.

"What?" Moran froze for a moment.

She never seemed to think about it.

The man with glasses didn't continue to ask, maybe he didn't care, maybe he knew the answer, anyway, he just quietly looked at the church not far away.

until a long time later,

"I want to go to bed early today." He said lightly, "Go and tidy up the room and get a new quilt."

Moran was slightly surprised, because in her memory, the master rarely slept so early, but thinking that tomorrow might be an extremely busy day, she nodded quickly:
"Okay, master."

As the personal maid of His Highness the Son, she was naturally handy with making beds and folding quilts, and returned to the study after 5 minutes.

"Master, it's packed, you can go to bed anytime."

Moriarty took one last look out of the window, then turned around slowly, and walked towards the door of the room.

But when he walked in front of Moran, he stopped suddenly.

"What is the first rule of maids?"

"Master's order is above all else!" Moran replied subconsciously.

But she didn't know why her master suddenly asked herself this.

I don't even know why the master suddenly hugged me
She doesn't know anything anymore.

She just felt that the whole world was deprived of sound, she felt the tired body sticking to herself, the heart beat through her chest, as if sharing a beat with herself, she smelled the familiar smell, she touched the Familiar with the temperature, she was dizzy and dazed, staring in terror, but she didn't dare to make any movements. In a daze, she felt a wet trace across her cheek, but she didn't know that it was her own. , or the person in his arms.

Finally, at the last moment when she could hardly think.

She only remembers that she seems to have a kiss
The sun shone through the clouds, and the snow was like trillions of tiny mirrors, reflecting London in a holy white.

The green trees around the Oakland Cathedral are covered with a layer of frost, which is as beautiful as a jade tree in a palace. It is hard to imagine that there can be nobility, elegance, holiness, solemnity, gorgeousness, romance, etc. in the same field of vision. There are so many senses, let alone imagining that with so many senses, the main color is just extremely simple white, and it is extremely harmoniously combined.

It has to be said that the architects trained by the Holy See have mastered beauty to a level that normal people cannot reach.

As the main venue of the Day of Sacred Love, in addition to being solemn and beautiful, it must also have the strictest security measures. As London's security management agency, Whitethorn must participate in the security deployment of the venue at this time.

Watson came on the snow, walked up to Sherlock, and then frowned at his long windbreaker, which was obviously out of style, and frowned involuntarily:

"This is the best image you can present on a formal occasion?" His tone was full of disbelief.

"Certainly not the best."

Sherlock did not know where to take out a wooden comb, combed his hair carefully, then put his hat on solemnly, and adjusted his collar.

"Now is."

As soon as the words fell, there were faint exclamations and exclamations from around, and people started to look at the other side of the long street at the same time, and some even covered their mouths excitedly.

Sherlock and Watson also followed these gazes and looked in that direction.

On the snow-covered road, a group of nuns in white are facing the sun, bowing their heads devoutly and reciting prayers. A carriage is slowly approaching among the crowd. The beauty is like a scene from a fairy tale.
(End of this chapter)