Sherlock Holmes

There were probably only a few pubs still open in London at this time.

And even if it is open, it is almost impossible for anyone to come and patronize it.

But Erin's Bar is different. Even if the third demonic invasion really happens one day, it will still be open. The people who can work here are all carefully selected, and the wages are outrageously high. , to put it to the extreme, even buying the lives of these people is more than enough. Everyone who can work here knows this very well.

This does sound a bit inhumane, but compared to those workers who work in factories for a lifetime, until they suffer from injuries and are eventually fired miserably, the treatment at Erin's Bar is the best in the world. humane.

Boom~boom~boom~

The man whose face was covered with a hood knocked on the small door of the inconspicuous bar in front of him. Soon, a waiter opened the door. He was not surprised at all that there were customers coming at this time. He still acted very professionally. made an inviting gesture.

It was still the same corridors and the same box. The visitor took off the hood on his head, revealing his extremely beautiful but still tired face.

Ms. Adler handed Nightingale a glass of red wine.

The woman in front of her has the unique ability in this world. No matter how serious the injury is, she can remain intact. However, this ability cannot resist fatigue, and wine certainly cannot relieve it. After half a month of long journey, Nightingale's clothes are wrinkled. Dirty, full of dust, messy hair, and a pair of eyes that have fascinated so many people are missing some of the moving look.

Like an alcoholic, she quickly picked up the wine glass and drank the cherry red liquid in it. The spicy taste went straight to her forehead, making her temporarily forget the hardships along the way.

"Dria Administrative District has announced that the city is closed. The garrison and the Holy See Knights fought. Twenty people died. I pretended to be a wounded person and slipped out." Nightingale said a few simple words. It makes people feel that the chaos of the empire has reached the extreme: "I don't understand why it has become like this just a few months after the Translocation Ceremony."

"It seems that our Emperor is in a hurry."

"No hurries?"

"He wants to make people realize that the Holy Light is no longer useful. It can't solve any problems for the people of the empire." Eileen said, but she shook her head to herself: "Actually, before Sherlock asked I have similar questions. At that time, I felt that Moriarty wanted to create a kingdom of God with completely unified beliefs and political power. But now it seems that he wants to do the exact opposite.

He wants to crush everyone's beliefs. "

The high degree of red wine made Nightingale's face turn slightly red. She was just a medical worker, so she didn't understand why a pope wanted to banish people's belief in the Holy Light in the empire.

Moreover, people have believed in the Holy Light for centuries, and the collapse of faith seems to only bring chaos.

But this kind of thing is not what she should consider now. She actually came here just for one thing:

"True information from the army, the new gate to hell was created by Shylock, and Lord Dante has arrived at the Elbes Mountains."

Hearing this, Ms. Irene's hands froze slightly. Since the last time Sherlock was sent to the front line, he has never received any news about this man. He is like a scum who always gives up. Like a man, he suddenly plunged into the gate of hell, and then disappeared without a trace.

In fact, Irene had already prepared that Sherlock would never come back, and she treated him as dead.

But I didn't expect that I would hear news about him again, I didn't expect that he would come back, and I didn't expect that he would make such a big fuss as soon as he came back.

Nightingale continued: "You know very well what will happen if Lord Dante and Shylock meet. Shylock will die, and Lord Dante will kill him with his own hands."

Erin was silent for a moment: "So what do you want to do?"

"Of course I'm going to save her. I can't get through it alone, so you have to help me!"

"." Irene was silent again. She looked at the woman in front of her who was almost ten years younger than herself with some strangeness: "That guy Sherlock has made a new door to hell. Lord Dante is going to kill him, and Are you going to save him?" She said something that even she thought she had heard wrongly: "Your behavior is considered betrayal of the empire."

"How can you care so much?!"

Nightingale responded without thinking: "What is an empire now? The people of the empire themselves don't know how the empire became like this.

Or can Moriarty represent the empire? Look at it, less than half a year after he took office, the empire has already started a civil war. Or do you think Lord Dante is the will of the empire?

You know, the two people he was most optimistic about have become heroes of mankind, but the first hero is now being hunted by him, and the second hero is about to split the empire's military power.

So forget about the empire or not, Sherlock has saved my life, more than once!

I want to save him! "

Nightingale said in a very firm tone, which made Eileen stunned.

Only now did she suddenly realize that most of the Nightingale she knew was actually from various reports and the media's descriptions of her glorious deeds, and the real Nightingale did not seem to be like people. The temper I know.

That's right, someone who can get along with someone like Sherlock must be a bit paranoid in character. The girl in front of her was able to run away from home ten years ago and embark on a tour around the world, regardless of her family's dissuasion and opposition. From the beginning, he was definitely not a person who would be bound by normal thoughts.

So Irene smiled, thinking that Sherlock really had some kind of magic. People around him were not normal, but since she got to know him, everything became extremely interesting.

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's set off now!"

In the next few hours, within the jurisdiction of certain administrative districts and parishes in the empire, some airship landing points suddenly started operating without any orders. Dozens of airships slowly took off, flying from all directions. Heading towards the Elbes Mountains, normally such a situation would definitely attract the attention of the Imperial Aviation Control, but under the current chaotic situation in the Empire, no one would know why these airships took off, let alone take care of them.

Two days later in the morning, Nightingale looked through the window at the airships scattered over the mountains and the huge dark curtain below the clouds. Her inner anxiety could no longer be concealed. Judging from the destruction of the landscape around the mountains, Lord Dante Sherlock and Sherlock must have had an unimaginably brutal battle here.

So, what is the outcome of this battle, and will Sherlock still be alive?

In the mountains, a search and rescue team of nearly a thousand people was struggling to search in the complex terrain. Everyone was shocked by these unnaturally formed giant pits and ravines. It was hard to imagine what kind of battle would destroy the surrounding areas. To this extent.

And in a certain gravel col in the southwest of the mountain range, several searchers climbed over the scattered rocks.

Looking down at the huge hole dug out by sheer force, the person in the cold mask couldn't help but take a few deep breaths.

Suddenly, someone was stunned for a moment and pointed to a certain location in the pit.

The team members next to them looked in the direction that the man was pointing. Among the messy rocks, they seemed to see an old man sitting on the rock and resting.