big devil holmes

Chapter 97 Human, Can't Wait!

"Moriarty...?" Sherlock clicked on the name, feeling a bit convoluted.

Then I tidied up the coat that was blown by the wind.

At the same time, he had to re-examine the identity of the guy in front of him.

By observing facial expressions, tone of voice, posture, and clothing, Sherlock can greatly guess a person's class.

There must be an extremely obvious difference between civilians and nobles, and the natural aloofness of the clergy cannot be pretended by just anyone.

So he had known for a long time that this guy named Moriarty was not an ordinary person. He was probably a member of a large group of people with a name and surname in the Holy See who once had a cardinal in his family.

But until the moment the maid appeared.
Sherlock was a little surprised after all.

Who is it that can make such a person become her own maid.

This girl is only in her teens. And the speed and strength she showed just now almost reached the limit that could only be shown after Deacon Baldr sacrificed his body before!
Moreover, the other party obviously didn't use all their strength, because she could stop her behavior in an instant under such an attack. This kind of switching between movement and silence is not something that can be done under normal circumstances.

The thing that made Sherlock even more miraculous was that the maid seemed to have a little too much respect and... uh... attachment to the guy paralyzed at the base of the wall. Seeing that her master was injured, she rushed towards her, crying pear blossoms with rain .

If you didn't dodge that punch just now, you could have smashed a cow in half. Now you are lying next to someone with a weak look, is it appropriate?

Hey, these upper-class people really don't understand.

"Okay, don't cry." Sherlock reminded with a headache: "This guy won't die for a while, but his hand should be considered a burn. If you guys want to find a doctor, I happen to know one, and his medical skills should be pretty good." , but. Forget it"

Thinking of the opponent's posture, it is estimated that a whole medical team with full equipment can be called over in a few minutes. Fortunately, he didn't talk nonsense.

If Watson knew that the holy son he had been thinking about for the past few days was equivalent to saying "forget it" to Sherlock, he must have greeted all eighteen generations of the other party's ancestors in a very gentlemanly manner.

After listening to Sherlock's words, the maid finally recovered from the remorse, sadness, and self-blame in her head. She got up, hesitated for a moment, and then hugged Moriarty in her arms.

Uh, this picture is a bit incongruous, because Moran is taller than Moriarty, so she hugged her in a princess hug, which just makes her master not use so much force and avoids getting involved Wound.

"Thank you, this act of kindness will definitely receive the greatest thanks!"

Moran gave Sherlock a slight salute, and after that he didn't say much, and trotted away in the direction he came from.

During this process, Sherlock saw Moriarty being hugged in his arms, and there seemed to be a trace of discomfort finally appearing in his pair of indifferent eyes.
Understandably, letting other people see themselves being hugged by a princess is indeed a bit difficult for a narcissist with bursting self-esteem.

But Sherlock was too lazy to care about that, and now he could finally find a place to store his luggage.

In the garden villa less than a hundred meters away, His Royal Highness the Son of God, under the service of Moran, took off his clothes and was put naked into a pool embedded in the ground.

His maid grew up with him, and things like dressing and changing naturally happened frequently. Moriarty would not care if there was anything wrong with his body being seen by a girl, but Moran would never have even the slightest blasphemous thoughts towards his master. The relationship between the two of them was just a pure master-servant relationship. It was like this before, and it must always be like this.
In that pool is a repairing solution developed by the Academy of Life Sciences. It is extracted from a root plant that has spread from hell to the real world. After artificial breeding, it can be mass-produced, and it can quickly restore human physical damage without any damage. It has no side effects, is easy to carry, and will not deteriorate after exposure to air. Among the materials on the front line, this solution is the most important way to reduce the casualties of the crusaders.

But
Moriarty had always had an odd feeling about the plant that produced the healing solution.

It's not that he resists the effect of the repairing liquid in his heart, but he always feels that a plant that lives in hell can have a repairing effect on the human body, which seems to be contrary to common sense.

Naturally, he has never been to hell, so he doesn't know what it looks like there, but from the description in the Divine Comedy, we can know that hell must have a completely different environment and rules from the human world, and the things bred there are definitely different from the human world. A very different life.

So, under the two laws, is it really just a coincidence that one kind of creature can repair the body of another kind of creature without any side effects?

Or is there some unknown connection between hell and the real world?
Soaked in the liquid, he felt warmth from the pores all over his body, some blood oozed out from under the skin, and his burned hands were itchy, which was the feedback from the repairing of the muscles and epidermis.

Moriarty seldom had this kind of time when he could only lie down quietly. In his more than 20 years of life, except for the initial ignorant childhood, he hardly slackened even a single day.

As I said before, Moran could feel a kind of fear from his eyes.

Moriarty is indeed afraid
He is not afraid for himself, but for the whole race. He is afraid that the human world will stop and go to doom; but at the same time, he finds that this is also a fear for himself.

Because I am too tired.

On the spiritual level, he has absolute confidence that he can be a tireless person, but he can't bear it physically. With such high-intensity consumption of the brain, muscles, and organs, he predicts that he can only live to 50 years old. age.

This is one of the reasons why he must become a contractor because he needs to continue to live!

Even in the end, I have to rely on the extremely complicated machines of the School of Life Sciences to maintain my life, and I must continue to live, because I can't die before I complete the huge leap of human society, otherwise. How many years will humans have to wait? Only then will I meet another person who is as amazing and talented as myself?
Humans can't afford to wait! !
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