big devil holmes

Chapter 112 I'm sorry, it's okay

Everyone didn't see the person in the carriage, but everyone knew that it was Her Royal Highness.

The crowd naturally moved away to the two sides, giving way to the long street leading to the church as much as possible. In such a holy festival, it is naturally impossible to let the steam armor of the security patrols make noise around, so the monks of the Holy See They pulled up a long line, stood on both sides of the street, and set up a human wall of uniform color for the carriage.

In fact, in the eyes of most citizens of the empire, the Day of Holy Love should be regarded as a festival for the saint alone, because today is her 20th birthday, it is a turning point for her to move towards another life, and it is a farewell to the past A node, just like in the story of Cinderella, the protagonist will always be the disgraced girl who lost her glass slipper, while His Royal Highness the Son seems to be a supporting role witnessing the transformation of the saint.

Finally, the carriage stopped in front of the Oakland Cathedral, the door slowly opened, and the saint lightly supported the nun's hand and got out of the carriage.

It was a dress that was whiter and more dazzling than snow, or a wedding dress, or a sacred robe. The hem of the back skirt dragged the floor, but no snowflakes dared to stay on it. The magical power makes his whole body shone with sacred light. Although there is a thin layer of veil hanging down the crown, waiting for His Royal Highness to take it off with his own hands, but the breeze blows and the veil is raised. I can feel the beautiful face under the light cover.
Due to their status and demeanor, the men dare not make too casual voices, and can only look at them from afar with surprise and reverence, but the girls are different, they start whispering excitedly, and express that if one day they can also Walking down from that carriage so beautifully, even death would be without regret.

In the crowd, a very conservatively dressed girl followed everyone watching this scene from afar.

"Your Highness is so beautiful," she murmured.

The girl's voice was nice, but she didn't know her appearance, because she was wearing a mask, like a patient who sneaked out of the hospital to participate in the day of holy love. Most of the figure, with a cute but thick fluffy hat on the top of the head.

But the pair of eyes that only leaked, after being occasionally swept by a person around them, aroused a moment of surprise:
In the world, how can there be such beautiful eyes.
"Hmph, what's so nice, it's just that she's dressed beautifully." A little girl next to the girl muttered displeasedly. She was estimated to be sixteen or seventeen years old, but she had a tendency to be looked down upon by no one. The arrogance of the eye: "If you have the ability, let her take off the veil and compare it with you, Miss."

"Okay." The girl next to her smiled wryly, "I'm saying something bad about Her Majesty the Holy Maiden here. If the monks in the front row hear about it, I'll definitely arrest you and whip you!"

"Let me tell you the truth." The girl was still dissatisfied, but her voice was very honest and lowered a lot: "Actually, this is nothing to look at, let's get down to business, the president of the London Medical Association heard that you want to When we arrive, I haven’t dared to close my eyes for two days, if I don’t go, I can’t guarantee that his old arms and legs will crumble on the bed. Then you will have to work hard to save him.”

The girl sighed weakly, thinking that her maid was good at everything, but she was too talkative, so she reluctantly took one last look at the saint who was walking towards the steps of the church, and then was dragged out of the crowd.

There is a long stairway in front of the Oakland Cathedral. Her Royal Highness walked up slowly. People on both sides bowed their heads to express their most sincere respect. In fact, if the coronation ceremony had not started, they should all bow down at this moment. Just kneel down and worship.

"Oh my god, my god!!! Ahhhhhh!!!"

Ms. Mary tried her best to suppress her voice, her left hand randomly snapped Watson's two fingers, and her right hand pinched Mark's thigh. The two grinned in pain.

"Saint! Saint!!"

As an old maid who has never even kissed, her longing for the saint can reach a level that a man can't understand. She would rather deduct three days' salary and follow the security team to take a closer look.

Priest Thompson next to her was relatively quiet, but the pendant of the sun flower in his hand was trembling all the time, and he was chanting scriptures quickly in his mouth. He was the group of people with the highest concentration of piety in London , Although there is no way to meet the Pope in person, it is a great honor to see the Holy Son. Even if you can't see the Holy Son, it will not be a waste of your life to see the Holy Maiden.

He is really persevering now, otherwise, he would have chanted the "Gospel of the Holy Light" aloud, and rushed to the steps to kowtow to the saint.

And at this moment.
Her Royal Highness, who had been walking slowly, suddenly stopped.

She turned her head sideways, and then looked in the direction of the White Briar Security Company. Since the steps in front of the church were not too spacious, the distance between them and the saint was only a few meters away.

Mary almost cried out in excitement, the saint is looking at me, looking at me!And Priest Thompson's legs were trembling. He was a man handpicked by the Holy Light. He seemed to feel the Holy Light shining on him! !

And under the thin curtain, a pair of eyes are looming, unable to see emotions clearly.

"sorry."

A soft apology.

Speak softly from the mouth of the saint.

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On the side of White Thorn, time suddenly stopped.

"It's okay." Sherlock hesitated, and responded with a smile.

Her Royal Highness seemed to be relieved at last, turned her eyes away, walked steadily towards the church again, walked into the bronze gate, and prepared for the next ceremony.

He stopped for a moment just now, although some people noticed it, but no one knew why, and soon no one cared.

Only the people from the White Rose Security Company looked at Sherlock with shocked, dull, and extremely complicated eyes, but they didn't ask anything, maybe they didn't know how to ask, or even didn't dare to ask, anyway, they just stared blankly. with.

Watson on the side had a thoughtful expression: "Could it be that Her Majesty the Holy Maiden is really Sherlock's landlord?"

Although the scene just now had clearly verified this possibility, he already found it unacceptable, so he muttered like this, subconsciously sweeping his gaze towards the crowd.

Suddenly, he froze for a moment.

Because among the crowd, he seemed to see an extremely dilapidated figure, half of his face was hidden under a worn-out hat, and the same ragged clothes had an empty cuff on one side.

But just for a moment, when Watson wanted to look for the figure of the old beggar again, he found that he had disappeared without a trace.

It is as if the visual remnant of a certain night suddenly appeared at this moment.
(End of this chapter)