big devil holmes

Chapter 24 Canonization Ceremony

The rain gradually stopped.

The handling of the battlefield was also coming to an end. Half an hour later, the roaring sound in the distance approached from far away, and Sherlock saw two steam locomotives that were not commonly seen in daily life driving into the block.

This kind of steam locomotive is very heavy and huge in size. It is made of brass and synthetic metal. The twelve thick exhaust pipes in the rear row are almost constantly ejecting scorching air. During the second demon invasion During this period, this thing is responsible for the transportation of short-distance personnel and ammunition, because it is strong enough, and sometimes it will be directly merged into several rows to act as a temporary steel trench.

However, after the tide of magic receded, these big guys had a lot less room to use their talents.

As the locomotive decelerated, the gates at the rear opened, and it could be seen that the medical facilities inside were much better than those in the tent. More than a dozen medical staff rushed down, surrounded by well-trained Catherine and the others. A high priest got into one of them.

Sadly, those guards of the Holy See who were more seriously injured were all crowded in several other cars, and the interior seemed to be empty, like a large container. Sherlock even thought that it would be better to hire a few horses. Ma added a raft to drag the wounded away comfortably, at least it was so breathable.

But it doesn't matter, the guards are consumables, and their value may not be as high as the steam armor they wear.

What happened next was all predictable.

The doors of the car were slowly closed, and with the noisy noise of the steam turbine, the transport vehicle gradually drifted away. During the whole process, only some sharp-eyed people noticed Sherlock sitting on the edge of the battlefield, but they only dared to cast some unsatisfactory words. surprised eyes, but dare not speak more.

A very deserted ending:

A fairly outstanding commoner helped the Holy See solve a case. If it is an opportunity for others, at least they can get a lot of wealth from it. If they are smart enough, they can even start a good enough relationship. The route of serving the Holy See starts from a low-level monk, and climbs up to a priest and even a priest little by little. From then on, he has no worries about food and clothing and is admired by others.

But this was not what Sherlock expected. So he didn't follow the heavy steam locomotive, but just sat on the ruins of the long street, waiting for the morning light to cover the sky little by little.

Due to the overnight rain, the fog in the morning was not so heavy, but there was still billowing steam coming out of the exhaust vents and underground pipes of those factories.

Sherlock groaned and stretched his muscles, then lowered his head and looked at the two letters in his hand.

One of them was delivered to a monastery on the outskirts of London, where Sherlock was supposed to conduct a conferring ceremony for the contractor.

As for the second letter, it was a recommendation letter from [Department of Public Security and Duty].

The noise gradually increased, and the huge separation walls on both sides of the long street were removed, and those who had been evacuated gathered back one after another. They looked at the blood that hadn't had time to clean up the ground, and the destroyed buildings. The expression was either terrified or excited, and the security personnel of the government were busy appeasing him, indicating that the Holy See would make up for these losses as soon as possible, and maybe in a week or two, all the damaged buildings would be restored.

But a week or two!
Looking at his hard-won cheap apartment, Sherlock rubbed his eyebrows in pain.If the landlord finds out that all this started in the house rented to him, he will definitely not want to go back and live in it, and he may have to pay some damages.

So, the safest thing to do now is to take the opportunity to change your residence.

But Sherlock is lazy, he knows Baker Street very well, and he doesn't plan to move to another block.Turning his head slightly, he shifted his gaze to the other side of the long street——farther away, there were several apartment buildings standing, and it seemed that there was no damage to that side.

"Go to the monastery in a while, and see what the canonization ceremony is like. When you come back, find a new place to live."

Thinking this way, he got up and walked out of the long street.

A carriage drove across the meadow, and the morning light didn't last long before it was overwhelmed by the billowing smoke from the factory and retreated into the clouds again.

People always have to live. Since those smokes represent wages and jobs, the comfortable sunshine and breeze are nothing.

At 7:[-] in the morning, on the outskirts of London, a monastery with an unimportant name stands among a patch of green grass. The walls should be made of gray mountain rocks. Big, presumably it was used as a temporary garrison for the crusaders during the war.

Because you can see a statue in the courtyard in front of it.
A warrior in old-fashioned steam armor is holding a heavy long knife and stabbing a demon's throat.

Although the details of the carving are not so exquisite, everyone knows the identity of the statue.

General Dante Alighieri --

It is hard to imagine that one person can bear the respect and love of hundreds of millions of people in the entire empire, and that the existence of one person can give humans a sense of security like a god, just like as long as this elderly general is still alive, Then it is impossible for human beings to be defeated by demons, and the world will continue to operate as before.

Sherlock still clearly remembered that when the Holy See conferred the ceremony to the Emperor of the Empire a few years ago, Lord Dante appeared on the front pages of all newspapers as a witness, and it was rumored that the Pope was feeling unwell that day, so he stood When he was beside the old man, his body was a little stooped.

The carriage gradually stopped, and Sherlock got out of the carriage. After paying, he and the coachman bowed slightly to the statue.

This is a habit that almost every citizen of the empire has developed long ago
After that, he turned around and walked towards the gate of the monastery; and in the distance, he could see a nun standing in front of the wooden round arch, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"Name?" the nun asked with a gentle smile as she approached.

"Sherlock Holmes."

After hearing the name, the nun bowed slightly and performed a common etiquette among devout believers in the Holy See:

"Then Mr. Holmes... come with me."

(End of this chapter)