Pastor's Tantra

Muwan County, Yingjiao Village. Seven o'clock in the evening.

The sun was setting outside the window, and the icy storm that accompanied the arrival of the Wild Hunt was sweeping in.

At Haina's house, the family gathered in the blazing blacksmith shop. A fire lit by a fire spirit drove away the chill, and people gathered around the diminutive little Sherlock.

"——Try it, Arthur. There is also a part of your own efforts in it."

The magnetic hammer master handed the cane to Sherlock encouragingly.

Sherlock was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He had almost forgotten that the pseudonym he used in Eagle Point Village was Arthur Conan Doyle.

He lowered his head and looked at it - it was an inconspicuous black cane. It looked like a burned tree, with a few sparks in the darkness.

Little Sherlock slowly took the cane with both hands and put it on the ground.

This cane is even taller than him. He had to work hard to lift his hand up to barely hold the handle of the cane.

But as Sherlock tried to pull down, he saw that the cane spiraled in and fell down.

——It can be used normally even with the current body shape of children.

And Sherlock aimed it at the air and flicked it hard——

I saw the cane unfolding like the spine of a beast and turning into a bladed whip. Countless sharp and cold blades are reminiscent of coiled snakes.

He turned the handle slightly, and it snapped back into a cane.

Sherlock aimed at the air and waved his stick menacingly.

The cane made a sharp sound as it cut through the air, drawing dark snake shadows in the air.

Then little Sherlock took hold of the cane again and pushed it forward slightly. A ball of fire rumbled and gathered in front of him.

Before the fireball shot out, he pulled his leaning staff back. The flame slowly shrank and went out.

The bottom of the cane was like a machine emitting steam, spitting out white smoke.

"You really can't add bullets. It would cause too much damage to the structure, and it might not cause much damage."

The magnetic hammer master encouraged from the side: "But the substitute you proposed is indeed installed - give it a try?"

"Let me try……"

Little Sherlock solemnly raised his cane and turned the secret key.

The curled cane was suddenly fully unfolded, and its end suddenly turned into a sharp thorn.

Its length is about two meters and three meters.

If it is at a close enough distance, it may be able to penetrate directly through the opponent's chest and abdomen.

It can be used as a self-defense hidden weapon when there is no mana.

At this distance, the power of this weapon is not much worse than that of a shotgun.

"very perfect."

Little Sherlock politely returned the cane to its original state, nodded and said, "In a few days, I will send you the reward I agreed on before."

"Hey, I don't care about that either."

The drunk Master Magnet Hammer took a sip of beer and laughed loudly: "Would you like to have a few sips with me?"

"No, Master. I'm afraid we have to leave right now—"

Sherlock put on his newsboy hat and said seriously: "Haina will probably be back early tomorrow morning, but I guess it will take some time."

Looking at Haina, who had already put on her clothes, the magnetic hammer master asked: "What, you have a mission?

“What kind of tasks would involve two kids on vacation?”

Even now, he doesn't know Sherlock's true identity.

"It's not a mission," Sherlock explained with a sigh, "Isabelle...the queen has already ascended the throne."

"Queen, ascend the throne..."

Master Magnetic Hammer muttered. 【】

He raised his head in shock and realized what little Sherlock meant.

"Queen Sofia...died?"

"Yes, die of old age."

Sherlock sighed and replied with a complicated expression: "The funeral is in two days."

"...Hasn't it been almost a week already?"

Magnet was a little annoyed: "Oh... the news in Yingjiao Village is like this. Forget it, the Wild Hunt outside has gone... You guys, please leave too!"

As he said this, he waved his hand and drove the two of them out quickly.

The news that Yingjia Village receives is basically out of order - sometimes it doesn't come for a few days, and sometimes it comes for several days. It is also possible that the news of the following day was sent directly in advance.

Sherlock even sent back the letter "I won't go back for the New Year this year" first, and then received the important news that Isabel had ascended the throne and Aiwass served as the monarch's assistant.

He suddenly had mixed feelings in his heart——

If I hadn't become smaller, if I hadn't stayed in Yingjia Village, maybe there would still be someone like me in this position.

But... that's okay.

When they left their warm home, they felt the cold wind of late December outside.

Haina mounted the gryphon Liz, tucked little Sherlock behind her, and asked worriedly: "Want to go faster?"

"It's okay, actually it's okay. At least when I received this letter, there were still nearly two days before the Queen's funeral... I still have some room to prepare."

Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief, with a complicated expression: "Your Majesty Sophia was kind to our family. I had to attend her funeral no matter what."

"What about your current body shape?"

Haina was a little worried: "Just go like this?"

Sherlock shook his head: "Just go ahead."

"Having Sherlock Hermes absent? Isn't that bad?"

Haina had a bad idea: "How about you try to be promoted tomorrow night? I remember you said that you would be back to the original status if you were promoted again, right?"

"It's not that fast!"

Sherlock shouted angrily: "I have only been promoted for less than a month!"

If he advances further on the path of wisdom, he will reach the fourth level.

Promotion from third to fourth is not that easy.

Perhaps only Aiwas can do it - for some reason, this thought came to Sherlock's mind.

...Not to mention, he has done basically nothing in the past half month. Yingjiao Village is really too remote. He devoted all his energy to studying the special geography of Eagle Point Village. During this period of time, he didn't read a book or solve any case. He couldn't seem to find anything by relying solely on this bit of research. It can be said that there is no progress in the cultivation of the path of wisdom.

Not to mention that he wouldn't be promoted tomorrow - he estimated that he might not be promoted in the next few months.

Then I would have to maintain such a shameful, stupid, clumsy childlike appearance for several months!

Although it is sometimes convenient...

But most of the time, this only makes him feel that a child's body is so inconvenient, and Sherlock misses his original body even more.

——Sherlock Hermes How could he be absent from the Queen’s funeral!

...But there is really no way.

"But even if 'Sherlock' can't come, I have to go myself. This is not for others to see, but what I think from the bottom of my heart."

Little Sherlock said.

"Hey, there's someone down there!"

Suddenly, Haina shouted: "Did you see that?"

Sherlock squinted his eyes and tried a little harder, but found that he couldn't see so far away.

He stretched out his hand and added a state to himself - the flowing water frame circled around, which made his eyes sharper.

He soon saw that there was indeed a person there.

He was lying on the ground, seemingly unconscious. He looked like he was about to die.

This is obviously because the body temperature was sucked away by the Wild Hunt when it passed by. A layer of ice has actually formed on my body.

...A foreigner?

If he didn't take care of it, he might die soon.

And when everything is refreshed the next morning, his body will probably disappear without a trace.

Sherlock hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and patted Haina hard on the shoulder.

"Go down and have a look!"

"I've been waiting for your words!"

Haina replied cheerfully: "Go down and save people, Liz!"

Although she is nominally Shylock's junior... but after Haina advanced to the fourth level, her confidence and confidence really increased a lot.

"……Huh?"

Even before the gryphon landed, Sherlock made a surprised sound.

Because he recognized that person's identity.

"Mr. Watson?"

"An acquaintance of yours, Sherlock?"

"Sort of. A bad detective, an okay surgeon."

Sherlock said quickly: "And a writer who likes to write detective novels - he opened a detective agency, but usually he only did work such as finding mistakes and collecting evidence of affairs. But he once put some The case was sent to me, so I had some dealings with him.

"Get down quickly, Haina - and remember to call me Arthur Conan Doyle!"

updated! Today is 7,000 words!

Hmm, the epidemic seems to be quite serious in Singapore, and I’m starting to hesitate about whether to go to the Qidian Annual Meeting next month...

...But then again, with my physique, I might get infected even if I don’t go out. Last time I got infected without going out at all. Then it would be a big loss if you got infected even if you didn’t go...