big devil holmes

Chapter 55 Staggered
In order to fight against the opening of the Devil's Gate, the first generation of King Ferdy, like a tyrant, cut off the new energy research that was rising at that time --- electricity; instead, he sent all the economy and talents to the steam line.

This kind of action is directly equivalent to killing a revolutionary research in its cradle. Even after several centuries have passed, many scholars are still criticizing this crazy behavior.

But the crusader soldiers stationed along the coast of Redek Strait knew very well that without the determination of a strong man to cut his wrists, there would be no vigorous development of steam technology, no steam chariots, no high-power combat armor, no such weapons of war later.

Demons will not give humans the opportunity to slowly develop new energy sources.

So there is such a sentence in 70% of the history books of the empire --- without steam, there will be no human beings.

And it is precisely because of the vigorous development of steam technology that most of the land around the city has been requisitioned to build those huge steam engines for the operation of the entire city. This too fast process has led to the separation of human beings from the natural world. Industrial production And acid rain also makes animals more and more marginalized in the production process.

In this way, the sense of conquest of standing at the top of the biological chain and looking down on other races in human nature gradually cannot find a way to vent.

And so pets appeared!Even in a very short period of time, it swept the entire upper class, and then broke into the lives of almost all classes of people with an unstoppable trend.

There is even a strange phenomenon, that is, the lower the bottom, the more people like to keep pets.

The specific reason is probably because of some kind of love and yearning for life that rich people do not have.

Therefore, in the lower part of London, the pet market is much hotter than that in the upper part of the city.

At the corner of Baker Street, there are several pet supply stores, and there is even a pet hospital at the junction of another block, and the charges are not cheap.

At 6:30 in the morning, Sherlock came to this area in the face of the light rain.

Shops related to pets generally open earlier. After all, if the little ones kept here are not cleaned up in the morning, the whole room will smell like urine.

"jingle jingle."

The wind chime behind the door made a pleasant sound, but this sound did not have the slightest refreshing effect on the shop owner who was forced to get up in the morning.

When he saw Sherlock walking in, he could only force a smile on his face.

"My dear sir, what do you need?"

"A warm cat litter doesn't need to be too big, but it should be closed, preferably with curtains, so that a little guy less than two months old can spend this winter."

As Sherlock said, he gestured to the size of the cat's litter in his mind.

He's a guy who probably has some weird penchant for stuffing things into an enclosed space, as any criminal who's stuffed into a suitcase can attest to.

Now, he wants to find a more closed cat litter for the kitten, with fur inside, so that it will be warm to curl up in, and it can also block the wind.

Soon, the store owner found a few that looked good, and Sherlock picked a darker yellow one, which was similar to the fur color of the little milk cat. It is estimated that it will adapt to the feeling of being at home faster.

There was no telling when the rain outside the shop would stop.

The weather in London has an inexplicably tough attitude. It is windy, rainy, snowy and haily, and the fog will never dissipate until noon.

Fog, homeless people, chimneys, bells, and faith are traces that can never be erased in this city.

And on this hazy long street in the morning, amidst the pattering rain, a carriage slowly appeared with its plain frame, without any decoration, and without any bright colors, just like this After the morning fog opened, stepping on the puddles accumulated on the road, he stopped at a carriage stop on the side of the street.

Even if there are no other cars or pedestrians on the road, it still abides by the most dispensable traffic rules.

Immediately afterwards, a man with glasses got out of the car, he was not tall, and his age may be less than 30 years old, or more than 40 years old, or even 50 years old;
Maybe everyone who sees him will have a momentary sense of his age, because few people can imagine that a person who is still young in appearance will have such a pair of calm eyes.He was so calm that he seemed to have experienced countless years of vicissitudes, even if a demon opened its bloody mouth in front of his eyes, it would not tremble the slightest.

Fortunately, as he stood up straight, the reflection on the glasses covered the eyes that had aged decades ahead of time in a vast expanse of whiteness.

And in the process, a pitch-black umbrella was also opened above his head, not letting a drop of rain fall on him.

"Master, you still have about 15 minutes. If you delay, it may cause unnecessary panic to the people at the reception."

The person holding the umbrella is a girl, at most 20 years old, tall and tall, much taller than the man wearing glasses beside her, wearing the most traditional maid costume, looks very clean, even a little deserted, So even if the eyebrows and eyes are lowered, it will give people a feeling that they dare not approach.

"I just happened to pass by and wanted to take a look. I haven't seen a small animal at home for more than ten years."

"After all, you once had hair allergies." When facing her master, a smile finally appeared on the girl's cold face.

"After so many years, it's been better. It's just that those people are too careful." The man looked indifferent, but his tone was very easy-going.

The master walked towards the first pet store across the street.

"Dinglingling~~" The wind chime rang again.

Even the store owner was a little surprised. On this rainy morning, there were customers coming one after another. Could it be a sign of a lucky day?
"It's already wrapped for you. You only need to use water to clean it. I wish you a happy life." The boss smiled and handed the wrapped cat litter to Sherlock, and then smiled hard at the two guests who just came in. Said: "The two guests came really early, it's cold outside, do you need any help?"

In the process of saying this, Sherlock had already turned around, and looked at the cat litter in his hand with satisfaction. Like every downtown resident who was about to buy a new home for his pet, he felt a little warm and relieved.

And the moment he walked through the door.

He turned his head slightly, looked at the short man beside him, and then raised his eyes casually, and glanced at the girl servant who was putting away the umbrella, as if a passer-by was subconsciously looking sideways at a beautiful lady.

There was no wave in the girl's eyes, and Sherlock's eyes were also very calm, and the two of them looked at each other at this very second.

The door was pushed open like this, and then closed again, which seemed to indicate that there would be no intersection with each other.

"what happened?"

The young man seemed to have noticed the strangeness of his maid at that moment, and asked.

"It's okay, just an ordinary person."

The girl stood the umbrella on the ground, looked at the drops of water dripping down the ribs, and responded respectfully and gently.

The pet shop owner's smile is still flattering.
He didn't hear the conversation between the two guests, he just saw that the quality of the clothes of the two guests was not cheap, and there was a kind of bearing that the residents of the lower city did not have in their gestures. The most important thing was that Maid, although she is not stunning, she is getting more and more beautiful
This made him feel that the two of them must at least be nobles, and they should be able to make a good fortune.

However, to our disappointment, the maid just stood quietly at the door. As for the short man, he just walked into the shop, and then looked at the few kittens in the shop through the cage. Not close.

After three or five minutes, the two left.

"weirdo."

This is the shop owner's final evaluation of the two.

On the way, the carriage began to move forward, and in the carriage, the man and the servant girl sat opposite each other.

Even though the window was not opened, the man's glasses still glowed with an unknown white light.

"Tell me about that person just now." He asked suddenly.

"that person?"

"The one I met in the shop just now." The man said, "Even if you meet the Pope or even the Archbishop, you wouldn't take a second look."

The girl was silent for a while. As a servant, she naturally did not dare to disobey her master, but she didn't know what to say to the resident of the lower city who passed by, and she didn't even know why she wanted to. Looking sideways at that time was just a subconscious reaction.

"I'm just a very ordinary citizen of the empire with a very low contract level. I might just be a little absent-minded at that time." The girl said humbly.

The man in front of him didn't think too much, or maybe countless thoughts rushed through his mind in an instant. In short, he nodded: "You are indeed a little tired after rushing all the way to London. You should take a good rest after you settle down in a while."

He said, looking at a corner of the car, thinking that he is only 26 years old, and he will meet a woman next month; the two will be together for a lifetime, but they have never seen each other, he feels ridiculous from the bottom of his heart extreme.

"We will get off at the Oakland Cathedral in a while, and we will be greeted by special personnel. All the security personnel have been carefully selected, and their whereabouts are absolutely confidential. You can rest assured, my master."

"In places other than [Sacred District], don't use too respectful titles."

"Then call you Mr. Etimoray directly?" The girl asked tentatively. She couldn't directly call him His Highness the Son.

After hearing the name, the man's eyes flashed with annoyance, but it was well covered by the glasses, and he shook his head slightly: "The surname Ai Timorui is too eye-catching, so I have to change it a little bit, and call it Mo Riati."

he scrambled the alphabetical order of the names
"Okay, Mr. Moriarty." The girl said with a icy smile.

The carriage gradually drifted away and disappeared in the late morning light. The rain fell from the sky and landed on the deserted long street, washing away all traces.
(End of this chapter)