big devil holmes

Chapter 58 In every field, there are amazingly talented people
This young postman has only one mission these years, which is to deliver newspapers to this small town, or Mr. Dante;
So there are channels for knowing a lot of undisclosed information.

"Electricity?" After hearing this word, old Dante was stunned for a moment. It seemed that it took a few seconds before he remembered this "noble energy" that was once a flash in the pan but has now been squeezed out to the field of small machinery.

Immediately afterwards, he almost subconsciously recalled over the past few decades, those increasingly huge steam chariots, the thick steam pipes coiled like a train on the other side of the Redek Strait, countless people were killed by the high temperature of the steam armor. Allied soldiers welded to death in their armor.

"Hehe." He smiled: "If you take a big step, sometimes it's not necessarily all bad things."

The young postman managed to maintain a calm face, but he was constantly guessing the meaning of the old man's words.

Fortunately, the moment Lord Dante left the battlefield, he had already renounced all his privileges, and promised that he would never interfere with anything between the imperial government or the Holy See.

For many years after that, he did not pay any attention to it, quietly living in the small town, and became the most ordinary fisherman.

Otherwise, if he came forward and expressed his preference for a certain side in the transposition ceremony, then that person could almost ascend the throne directly.

Even the Pope himself could not possess such a terrifying influence.

"Okay. It's not good to sit here for too long. Don't make the newspaper subscribers in the town wait." The old man said lightly.

"Yes!" The postman subconsciously wanted to raise his right hand that was beating his chest, but he held back immediately.

He just bowed respectfully, then stepped back and left the room.

One last look before closing the door.

He saw Master Dante took off his fishing coat and was about to change into a cloth shirt for home use.

The hideous scar on his back seemed to be soaked in hot tar, which was shocking. On his left chest, there was a small, imperceptible dark red scab.

Due to the need to go fishing frequently, Lord Dante occasionally exposes shocking scars on his body. Some fishermen in the town have seen them, but the answer they get after asking is that it was caused by a fire when they were young.

Only the postman knows that this ferocious body was severely injured when he faced the evil god when he broke into hell.

Dante-sama has encountered two near-death situations in his life.

For the first time, it was naturally the evil god from hell.

And the second time, it originated from a human being.

When the young postman heard this, he thought it was a joke made by Lord Dante. How could anyone hurt the gods of the empire.

Until the old man sitting across from him pointed to the inconspicuous blood scab on his left chest... and chatted about it, telling himself the story of that year...

"This is the trace left by a bullet. It was shot from the front into the gap between the four and five ribs, and then shot from the lower part of the shoulder blade. It passed through my chest cavity and lung lobes. If it was an ordinary person, then this bullet would also will pass through its heart.

Fortunately, my heart is biased to the right, and the probability of one in 1000 million, I survived. "

What the old man in front of him said was very simple, just like an old fisherman telling his experience of going to sea when he was young.

However, those who heard it were like being stuffed into the Big Ben on the banks of the Thames, and their minds were filled with deafening buzzing.

"That was not an ordinary bullet, the gun was not an ordinary gun, and the one who wanted to assassinate me was naturally not an ordinary person.

In fact, there are too many amazing and talented people in this world, but they all exist in different fields.

For example, in this environment, the empire can still show the prosperity of Augustine the Great
For example, Miss Nightingale who traveled the empire and healed her wounds.

For example, General Patton, who was stationed along the coast of Redek Strait and was invincible on the battlefield.

I won't say hypocritically, I'm an ordinary person, and I know I'm powerful, but if it's just killing people with a swing, the guy who shoots is the most terrifying existence in the world. "

Lord Dante gave such an evaluation of that person.

And the reason why we call that person 'that person'.

Because so far, 'that person' has not been caught, no one knows who he is.

A man who dared to assassinate the gods of the empire escaped.

Although Master Dante chased after him violently with a gunshot wound, and blasted half of the killer's face and half of his body into rotten meat, tore off a piece of arm on the spot, and his leg bones were probably shattered into dross, but the opponent still escaped.

And after that, the government and the high level of the Holy See also seemed to propose to ask for help from the Temple of the Holy Light in order to find the assassin, but Master Dante refused.

"Why do you refuse? That man has committed the most unforgivable crime against you!" asked the then young postman.

However, the old man in front of him just smiled and shook his head:

"That man was seriously injured, he should never be able to lift a gun again, and even if he is alive, he should not be able to do anything, he can only live by begging.
In this case, if he can appear again and kill me again, then maybe I should die. "

An old man who has been wandering in the long river of life for decades can always say something that young people cannot understand.

Even, the young postman at that time could vaguely hear some kind of helplessness and hope in these words...

"Okay young man, I'm just an old man, I don't want people to spend too much attention and experience on me.

It should be you who deserve attention. "

After saying this, Master Dante patted the shoulder of the young postman
Until now, he can still clearly remember those heavy touches, and at the same time, remember those words of Lord Dante even more clearly.
[In every field, there are amazingly talented people. 】

Of course... He definitely doesn't think he is a person with amazing talent, and even his field has nothing to be called "amazing talent".

After all, I am just a soldier delivering newspapers
The weather in the small town is always so warm, with more than 6 hours of sunshine every day, but at this time, London, thousands of kilometers away, is more gloomy than ever.

The cold air coming all the way down from the north tightly wraps the water in the clouds, like the full and swollen milk of a pregnant woman, anxiously waiting to be sucked.

Grosvenor House Hotel is located next to the London Municipal Gardens. It has an excellent location, overlooking the Thames River without being disturbed by too loud bells. The specially selected window angles can clearly see every time Sunrise, that is one of the rare times in a day when you can feel the sun.

Today, the entire top floor of the hotel, with a total of 110 rooms, a 300-meter-long open-air corridor, a luxurious banquet hall, and all facilities, are all closed and not open to the public.

In fact, if it is not an important political figure, a high-level person in the Holy See, or other prominent figures, the entire hotel today refuses to receive them.

Even for many days to come, it will be like this.
The reason is very simple, because just today, a pope came to London and chose to live here.

This is undoubtedly a great honor, even if the owner of the hotel pays a full two months of turnover, he must create the most peaceful living environment for this distinguished guest.

Of course. For Pope Theodore Sloan, this piety did not attract his attention at all. A few days ago, he received a piece of precious information that His Royal Highness the Son had arrived in London. So, he came to this city a full month in advance.

At this time, he was wearing a satin gown and sitting on the sofa, while behind him, a nun was massaging his temples.

The experience of training on the battlefield many years ago caused him to suffer from severe migraines. As he grew older, this pain gradually became an unspeakable torture.

The room was very quiet. The wind from the street blew through the window, leaving some slight noises. Pope Theodore felt that the pain in his head was slightly relieved, so he slowly sat up straight:

"What was that man's name?"

"Sherlock Holmes, a detective in the Lower London area, has no background at all, but has some intersections with Miss Catherine in the mission of Deacon Bardell." The nun in charge of massaging behind lowered her eyebrows, respectful Speaking of.

After hearing this, Pope Theodore nodded casually:
"Then arrange someone casually and find time to kill them. That family member sent me his name all the way, so I can't let him make a trip for nothing."

(End of this chapter)