Sherlock Holmes

The Pope did not admit that Shylock might know His Royal Highness the Son.

Maybe it was because he didn't have much interaction with His Highness, or maybe he didn't dare to face this possibility. In short, he roared angrily and drove everyone out of the room.

As for the execution order, no matter how much he deceived himself, it was impossible not to collect it. However, after a short investigation, his men discovered that one of them had not been recovered.

In other words, there is such a piece of paper that is in someone's hand right now.

The high-ranking Pope began to panic, but he did not dare to check who had this exiled execution order. He was afraid that he would be exposed, so he could only lock himself in the house, feeling anxious and hoping at the same time. That detective and His Royal Highness the Holy Son really have no interaction at all.

In a villa behind Auckland's Cathedral, several cups of hot tea are wafting with a faint fragrance.

The decoration in the room is very simple, but definitely not ordinary. Some paintings with obvious artistic styles are hung on the walls. It can be seen that just stealing one is enough for an ordinary person to live happily for more than ten years.

Sherlock didn't understand why the guy wearing glasses insisted on making the room look like this. He was obviously not much different from his own age, but he insisted on making it look like he was seventy years old and had seen all the vicissitudes of the world.

But at this moment, the person sitting in front of him was not the extremely arrogant little man, but his servant - Moran.

The girl lowered her head slightly, but her eyes always stayed on Sherlock.

"Say, why do you always look at me like this?" he asked a little puzzled.

"Because I can't imagine that a first-level contractor can avoid my attack so easily." Moran responded expressionlessly, as if he was treating people other than Moriarty. This girl He always shows a kind of indifference that repels people thousands of miles away.

In front of the guy in front of him, there is a layer of fog that makes it difficult to see through.

Moran didn't like this kind of person who was unexpected, especially since he was always so close to his master.

Of course, she checked Sherlock and knew that he had participated in Butler Bader's mission, but in the mission report, Sherlock's responsibility was a detective found in the Lower City.

If she knew that this detective was the one who personally killed Deacon Bader, she probably wouldn't be so resistant to him.

After all, a civilian can kill a second-level contractor with a pistol, so it is reasonable for him to be able to dodge the attack of a third-level contractor after reaching the first level.

Okay, that's a bit convoluted

Anyway, Sherlock didn't want to continue this topic, so he just waved his hands and said, "Come on, you just think I'm too close to your little dwarf. Don't worry, I won't compete with you for him."

"What did you say!!!" Moran suddenly became extremely angry, but his face turned red: "Please take back what you said, what did I steal from my family? I am just a servant!"

It could be seen that she was a little panicked, and she didn't even immediately refute the title of 'little dwarf'.

"Okay, okay." Sherlock nodded vigorously: "You are a servant, that guy is your master, okay~ Sit down quickly, your master only gave me an hour, let's get to the point quickly, please. Please tell me what it is like to be a second-level and third-level contractor."

As I said before, Moran is the most powerful contractor Sherlock has ever seen.

And she has also reached the level of the third level. Except for the god of the empire, the third level is the highest level that a contractor can reach.

Sherlock is also a contractor, but there is obviously a problem with his contracted creature. He doesn't know what this problem means and what it will lead to. Therefore, he has always wanted to find a more powerful contractor to have a good chat with him.

But clergymen like the old priest or Catherine, although they were a little stronger than me, seemed unable to give me any useful revelations.

So now that he has encountered a powerful and powerful maid of the third level, how could he let her go?

So this one-hour conversation began. Although it was short, under the little man's instructions, Moran didn't hide anything from Sherlock, so it could be considered fruitful.

First of all, Sherlock asked some questions about how to jump from the first stage to the second stage. He felt that his relationship with the little tentacles was already very harmonious, but he just couldn't touch the threshold of the second stage, which was very frustrating.

And Moran's answer was.

To enter the second stage, you need a certain amount of talent. Some people just stay stuck at the peak of one stage their entire lives and are never able to enter the other stage.

In addition, it means that the contracted creatures are not used enough. In other words, the contractor has not reached the limit.

If you want to enter the next stage, you must try your best to squeeze out all the abilities you have at the moment. Only then can you peep into things beyond the limit.

When Sherlock heard this, he finally realized something. He found that the process of his little tentacles reclaiming territory in hell was a bit too simple. After all, the numerical advantage was too great, and in the real world, he I have experienced too few battles. For example, going to that loan company to commit massacre cannot be considered a serious 'use' of contracted creatures, and I seem to be used to using some observation and reasoning to make the battle more complicated. To put it simply, this leads to many situations where the problem is solved without the contract creature using its full strength.

‘So, the brain is sometimes a burden! ’

Sherlock muttered in his heart while wondering, when can he find a powerful guy and have a real battle that can push him to the limit? Otherwise, it would be too strange for these little tentacles to occupy the dog with all their heart. How could he be in hell? There are dozens of dogs under control, and the quality needs to be improved urgently.

Now that we have talked about the second stage, Moran also expressed his opinion, that is: Only when you reach the second stage can you be considered a true contractor. In contrast, compared with the first stage, it is actually like When a child learns to walk and talk, it is just a process of understanding his own abilities.

Therefore, there is not much difference between the contractors in the first stage. After all, we are all children. No matter how well developed you are, you cannot start smoking and drinking in three months and follow your father to prostitute girls on the street.

And in the second stage, that is the real reflection of the gap between people!

The gap between the strong and the weak can be reflected dozens of times here. Some people can walk as fast as flying, while some people can only sit in wheelchairs, and the wheels are still square; some people have never touched the hands of the opposite sex until they die, and some people can only sit in wheelchairs. I wake up every morning, but I am worried about which girlfriend I should choose to accompany me today.

What stands out is the huge difference!

For example, the guy who died in the garden just now, although he was in the second stage, he was actually a very bottom guy.

As for the third stage.

In fact, at the third stage, the gap between the contractors themselves has become less big.

No, it should be said that it has become less important.

Because at this level, human beings have basically reached the limit that the concept of "contractor" can reach.

Controllers, with the help of various instruments developed by the Academy of Life Sciences, can increase their maximum operating distance to within two kilometers, and powerful ones may reach three kilometers. There is actually no difference, and you will definitely not be able to find it anyway. Even if the opponent's property is found, it will still be under heavy guard.

As for the symbiote, its physical strength is completely close to that of a large demon. When two people meet, neither can kill the other, so with one punch, it doesn't matter whether three or four ribs are broken. The difference is that it recovered quickly anyway.

Therefore, in the third stage of the battle, it depends on which of each other's demons is stronger and more restrained; and the gap between demons is naturally much greater than that of humans, so in the third stage, the overall balance between everyone The strength gap is much larger than in the second stage!

It is said that in the third stage, Lord Dante's combat power was already terrifying to the extreme. One man took his contracted creature on a solo mission and rushed directly into the demon group. After a few days, the reinforcement team arrived, and he would I saw demon corpses piled up like a hill.

If calculated, he would probably be able to face the siege of nearly a hundred third-level contractors by himself.

Of course, what I just said is just a theoretical statement. After all, it is almost impossible for two third-level contractors to attack each other with all their strength. Because under the holy light, these large demons that have grown to the third stage are all in the Holy See. Under their control, it is impossible for them to tear open a crack in the void and then summon their own demons.

Even if you want to meet your contracted devil, you need to submit various applications to the Holy See and take a ship to the giant island in the sea - Odilia.

And on that land and sea with an area of ​​2 million square kilometers, there are more than 400,000 priests and monks who are never-ending chanting prayers given by the Holy Light, in order to suppress those giant monsters that are too far away from the contractors. Demons.

This reduces the activity of those terrifying giant beings to a minimum, often sleeping for several years. All the nutrients needed for the body are provided by the medicine of the Academy of Life Sciences, so the giant island of Odilia has also become a breeding ground for demons. Field, they do not eat or move, waiting to be transported to the frontline battlefield to fight with the wild demons pouring out of the gate of hell.

Hearing this, Sherlock also felt that the name "Devil Breeding Farm" was very appropriate, and there was even some weird black humor in it, so he smiled:

"What about your contracted demon? He is also being cared for?"

"Yes." Moran said lightly, but it could be seen that she didn't miss her contracted demon that much.

Sherlock had reason to suspect that it was because her demon didn't look very good-looking, so she didn't want her master to see it, thinking that it would affect her image in his master's mind.

"So, what will my little tentacles look like if they evolve to the third stage? Become big tentacles?"

He inevitably started to think about it, but as he thought about it, he found that the images he imagined were getting weirder and weirder, and finally shook his head and gave up the idea.

And just when Sherlock was in Moriarty's small villa, he was crazily tutoring Moran on the knowledge of contractors.

The door of the White Thorn Security Company was pushed open by a person.

The man looked to be about sixty years old, skinny, but very well-dressed. Under the round hat, you could see a thin face with some age spots.

He took out an envelope similar to Captain Victor's, then took out a piece of letter paper from it, read it several times, then looked at the photo inside, and tried his best to put the person's face on it Keep the face in mind.

Then he stepped into the porch and knocked on the first door.

3500 words, I'm late. Sorry, there will be another chapter in a while.