Pastor's Tantra

At two o'clock in the afternoon, a large griffin with variegated feathers, carrying two adults and a child, slowly landed in the backyard of Watson Detective Agency.

"Thank you both so much."

Detective Watson wiped his sweat and thanked Haina and Sherlock: "Without your help, I'm afraid I would have died last night. Please be sure to stay for a meal."

Haina touched the head of the gryphon Liz with some distress: "You should also thank Liz... I didn't know she could actually carry us back."

Liz has not completely transformed into Bai Yu, which means she is not yet an adult.

Even the steam train had to drive a whole night's journey, and it flew back directly carrying two adults, one child and two people's luggage.

"——Thank you too, Miss Liz."

Watson bowed respectfully to the gryphon, which was only one shorter than himself.

Liz shook her head and proudly let out a clear cry like an eagle. She can't speak yet, but she can still understand people's words.

Little Sherlock on the side crossed his arms and said abruptly: "Actually, this weight is nothing to her. Griffins have to carry fully armed adult men on their backs to fly long distances... Obviously, Haina, you It won’t be much heavier than the armor and weapons combined. Don’t be too spoiled, you can’t just buy a bicycle and then just carry it around if you can’t bear to ride it.”

Liz shouted angrily at Sherlock.

I don't understand what it means. But he was probably swearing.

Haina quickly comforted her beloved griffon, holding it and making a meaningless whine like a child.

She really likes her gryphon. I've only known it for less than half a month, and I'm already doting on it.

"There is no need to eat or anything like that at night," Haina responded with a smile after comforting Liz. "If there is fresh meat, you can give Liz some, and then some water. Let's take a rest here, and then we have to Hurry back...if you go quickly enough, you should still be able to make it in time for New Year's Eve.

"Ah, there are some. Miss Liz, please come with me..."

With that said, Watson walked into the home with the little gryphon with his head held high.

Haina looked at little Sherlock and asked in a low voice: "I plan to go home, what should I do here?"

"……What do you mean?"

Sherlock asked rhetorically.

"Didn't you send a letter home?"

Haina glanced at Watson's back, lowered her voice and asked, "I said I won't be going home for the New Year this year..."

"yes."

"Then what should you do now? Rush home again? Or go find Aiwass?"

Haina was a little worried.

Spending the New Year alone on a bustling glass island... this sounds too lonely. Even Haina, who usually doesn't socialize much, would feel as cold and lonely as snow just imagining such a scene.

"It's not necessary," Sherlock said coldly, "New Year is just a holiday. I'm too lazy to go out tomorrow... It's rare to come back, so it's more comfortable to rest at home and read a book."

"Speaking of which, don't you have a crush on the opposite sex?"

Haina asked curiously: "Your good friend Mr. Edward Moriarty is already married. Aiwass may also...have you really never been in love in all these years?"

She has been curious about this question for a long time. But her relationship with Sherlock wasn't that close before, and she didn't dare to ask.

Although Sherlock is not the type to hit someone when he is angry...but it would be very sad if he stared at him like he was looking at trash.

Now that they have become more familiar with each other, she finally dared to ask this question at this more appropriate time.

"No."

Little Sherlock reached out and pulled his newsboy cap and responded coldly.

"Why? Is there no chance?"

“Because a detective’s worst enemy is his own emotions.

Little Sherlock said calmly: "Those things on the path of love are too emotional, chaotic, elusive and unreasonable for me. In order not to affect my judgment, I will never marry for life."

"Is this the oath you swore?"

"You can think so too."

Sherlock sighed, and seeing that Haina was really curious, he explained a few more words: "The path of wisdom is a lonely and selfish path.

“If dedication is beneficial to others, then wisdom is self-interest; if love is emotional, wisdom is rational; a balanced person pursues results and meaning, while a wise person pays more attention to the process.

"A person who is self-interested, not impulsive, and does not seek meaning is difficult for the world to understand what he does. Because of this, walking on the path of wisdom is destined to be lonely. When two devotees meet, they are probably somewhat A common language; when two artists meet each other, they will become each other's inspiration.

"——But it is impossible for two wise men to walk on the same road. Although they are not competitors like the transcendent, at least we are strangers to each other. Even if we are in the same way, we will never You will become a companion who can accompany you until you grow old.

"If that's the case, it's better to stay away from those beautiful things that will be broken sooner or later from the beginning. This is a choice that a wise man will make."

Sherlock replied.

But at this moment, Watson's voice suddenly came from inside the house: "I think... not necessarily."

He walked out and looked at Sherlock, whose eyes suddenly turned cold. He raised his hands with an innocent smile and said, "I really wasn't eavesdropping, I just have better ears... the sound came by itself.

"Well, I don't know how old you are. But at least I think a wise man doesn't have to stay away from feelings."

Watson said, using himself as an example: "You know, my father is a mage lord, and my mother is the son of the moon on the path of love. They are very loving to this day... He is the fourth ability A high-level archmage even has the opportunity to be promoted to the fifth level. And even such a mage still falls in love with others, right?"

"……snort."

Little Sherlock just snorted coldly and responded sharply: "That's why you are an illegitimate child, Mr. Watson. Your birth was not praised and recognized."

"No," Watson just replied calmly, "I think it is precisely because I am an illegitimate child that it means that my birth is the crystallization of pure love. Because whether it is my father or my mother, they can terminate My birth; and my birth will bring them no good, only trouble.”

He did not reject his origin in any way, but laughed as he spoke: "It is precisely because I am an illegitimate child that I can come to Avalon. Because I cannot represent anyone...except for the blood flowing in my body. , and my last name, I have nothing directly related to my father.

"From this point of view, isn't this my luck?

"I was born out of love, into a wealthy family, with loving and strong parents. But I don't have to bear any compulsory requirements, because I have nothing to inherit, so I don't need to bear expectations that I can't bear."

Watson spread his hands and said calmly: "I am indeed not a qualified mage, let alone a wise man. I have lived for so long, and the path of wisdom is only the second level."

——You came to Avalon not because of freedom, but because you are a spy.

Sherlock opened his mouth, as he originally wanted to refute the other party. But these things are really not suitable to be spoken directly.

But he suddenly realized... His father was able to send him here to perform the mission, and then entrusted him to protect the other party with his own favor. Isn't this a kind of love?

...Can a mage also have love?

This caused Sherlock's thinking to fall into a brief lag.

Seeing the newsboy hesitate, Watson smiled with satisfaction: "Under your description before, I have changed my view of Mr. Aiwass - after putting aside the old prejudices, now I can fully understand that he is a great man." of people.

"Then I hope, Arthur, you can also put aside your own prejudices. Go and celebrate the New Year with your own family."

Watson said sincerely and handed Sherlock a box of exquisitely packaged snacks: "I planned to buy this to eat during the New Year. As a thank you for saving me... take this home." Bar.

"Don't worry about losing face if you write a letter saying you won't go home for the New Year and then suddenly go back. As long as you are a family member, you won't really care about such a thing. Bring this snack home, and your family will definitely be happy. happy."

Watson even conservatively said "family" instead of "parents." Because he didn't know whether the parents of "Mr. Arthur Conan Doyle" were still alive, for fear of accidentally touching the other person's pain point.

Although there are always many loopholes in reasoning, he is very comprehensive in terms of human relations and sophistication.

——You are really not a qualified spy, let alone a qualified detective. Sherlock thought.

Although part of the reason why he doesn't go home is that he doesn't have a good relationship with his family... But the more reason is because of his current childish attitude, which would be very troublesome to explain, and he doesn't like to explain. It's not about letters at all.

Watson didn't notice the sense of disobedience in him at all, let alone see through his disguise that was so poor that he barely tried to hide it. No wonder that as a spy, he received full protection from the Inspectorate.

...But as a friend, this idiot can be dealt with.

Mr. Watson is an unqualified spy, but a good man.

Sherlock glanced at him, and finally sighed helplessly: "Okay...but I must solemnly remind you two that I am not homeless. I have not been hated to this extent. At least I still have a place to celebrate the New Year.”

For example, to Bishop Mathers' house. Sherlock added in his mind.

He should be able to take him in...probably.

But after being mentioned by Watson, Sherlock had a new idea in his mind -

He wondered if his parents would recognize him when he was smaller.

"Well, you two," little Sherlock pressed the brim of his hat again, "Goodbye... I'm going home."