big devil holmes

Chapter 339 Be Kind
This experiment? ?
Which experiment? ?
No one in the conference room seemed to understand the meaning of old Professor George's words. From a contextual perspective, could it be that that bastard named Sherlock had propped up the entire "Wild Demon Controllable Experiment" by himself?

This is of course impossible. After all, such a grand and vast experiment in human history cannot be achieved by just one person. It must be possible for thousands of imperial talents to go through countless difficulties and dangers. The final result obtained.

However, this group of people did not know what kind of twists and turns the whole thing had gone through, let alone what central role Shylock played in this matter, because it involved a series of reactions by Emperor Augustine. If it were operated by humans, no one would dare to tell the world about this matter without permission in a short period of time.

George Romanis did not dare to reveal more. He just saw the confused expressions of everyone in front of him and continued to emphasize mysteriously:
"In short, the government spent a lot of effort to invite Mr. Holmes, and he is also the most qualified person in the entire empire to do this job.

I hope you can cherish this opportunity and ask him for more advice.

This is the most precious treasure in life for each of you. "

After saying that, Old George showed a satisfied smile, as if as long as Sherlock got on the airship, he would be extremely relieved. Then, he did something to the people in the room. He made a 'try hard' gesture and turned around to leave.

The only people left in this room were shocked at each other, with lingering doubts between their brows and eyes.

quickly
"Oh, I can tell that the old professor wants to use this method to make us have some sense of belief in that guy." The burly Crusader soldier shook his head, seeming to be troubled by the old professor's remarks just now. Some helpless sighs:

“But he never thought that no matter how amazing that guy was, he was only a second-level contractor after all.

And he has never even been on the battlefield.

How could he possibly know what a terrible environment we are in on the battlefield.

What we need is to be able to lead our own demons into battle like those powerful contractor warriors!Demons are used to fight and kill. Each demon must at least have the combat power of three full-quota armored combat vehicles. A third-level demon may be comparable to a company!But that guy doesn't know how to fight at all. Since he doesn't know how to fight, he will only use this cramming method to force us to pair up with a demon's brainwave.

So even if we succeed in the end, can we really take these demons into the battlefield?Can the method he proposed really adapt to the ever-changing battlefield environment?

To be honest, I still don't think he is worthy of this task.

This time, the imperial government chose the wrong person. "

What this soldier said actually has a very obvious personal preference, but as mentioned just now, these soldiers who have been on the front line for a long time have the most indelible admiration for the strong. So, like People like Sherlock who have always stayed in the hinterland of the empire are naturally labeled as weak in their eyes.

This is the inherent thinking habit of soldiers
Only the battlefield is where the strong gather.

……

The airship was still swimming in the dense sea of ​​clouds. Looking out the window, there were all the same reference objects. Even Sherlock couldn't tell where he was sailing to at this time.

In the silence, he couldn't help but start to doubt the reason for going to Redeker Strait this time.

Obviously, writing textbooks on controlling demons is not the whole reason to drag yourself on the airship, because it would be a better choice to arrange this kind of thing in the Academy of Life Sciences, where there are more complete facilities and more talents. Can be called.In fact, when he recalled the two months before and after, he always had a kind of doubt in his heart.

To put it more clearly, ever since the god-like old man appeared in the blood prison and had that simple conversation with him, he felt that there was a mystery lingering around him.

Why would that old guy leave the small town where he had stayed for more than 30 years for his own sake?

Of course, theoretically speaking, Moriarty should have personally invited him as the Pope, so he got the chance to get out of the blood prison.

It seems reasonable.

But this should only be superficial.

Also, what exactly is Nightingale’s contracted demon? If judged by the old beggar’s behavior, her demon may have an impact on mankind’s counterattack on the Demon Gate, then the old beggar knows that there must be others within the empire. Know.

Whether it is the generals who have stayed on the front lines for decades, or the scheming politicians in the ancient Roman city, or even the seemingly old and stubborn members of the Council of Elders, they are not fools.

So why didn't the group arrest Miss Nightingale?

Or even allow her to go to the war front?

This seems to contradict my own reasoning.
Well, standing in front of the window now, looking at the boundless sea of ​​clouds outside, I definitely can't figure out the reasons for these things. It seems that the answer can only be found on the Antarctic frozen soil where the war has been going on for 300 years.

In this case, Sherlock could only focus his thoughts on the present, and it gave him a headache when he thought of facing that group of people every day in the next half month.

Those people are all real talents who are proud of their respective fields, but I am a little detective in lower London who doesn't even have a business license.

Now, I have to make this group of people willingly believe in myself, and do the tests for myself that they think are both difficult and ineffective without hesitation.

No matter how you think about it, it’s very difficult to do.
Especially the group of soldiers deployed from the front line, each of them had developed an aura of unruliness and violence during the fighting. If they had not had military orders, they would probably have been ready to beat themselves up last night. Then he was thrown out of the conference room.

In fact, according to the respect that soldiers have for the strong, Sherlock would like to tell those glorious deeds of his past, and then beat these proud guys to dumbfounding. This is not to show off, but to convince these people of him. The most direct way.

But unfortunately, there are really not many things that I can tell you about.

Thinking of this, Sherlock sighed feebly.
"Do I have to use the same vicious factory owner's attitude towards lower-level workers, point my finger at these guys' noses, humiliate them, scold them, and say bad words to them?"

Sherlock is a kind-hearted, law-abiding citizen. How could he do such a thing?

(End of this chapter)