Sherlock Holmes

Holy Journal.

This kind of newspaper, jointly written and published by the Holy See and the government, is almost the most popular, authoritative and famous publication in this century.

Even in the realm of Devil's Gate, where there is only blood and fighting, there are reporters and editors from the Holy Journal following the Crusaders all day long, risking their lives to report the battle situation on the front line as quickly and directly as possible. The method is reported to the newspaper headquarters.

What is even more shocking is that in this newspaper, there may even be negative information about the Holy See such as a certain clergy who violated the law and was dismissed from office.

This kind of reporting intensity seems to be the government using this method to suppress the faith and public opinion of the Holy See, but the citizens of the empire are the ultimate beneficiaries. To use a very appropriate word to describe it, they are: happy to hear about it.

This brings the sales volume of the Holy Journal to nearly 1 billion prints per day!

You know, the population of the entire empire is less than 1 billion.

Some people believe that the front-page message in the Holy Journal has a higher popularity rate than the Holy Word of the Pope!

Of course, the above is not all of the Holy Journal.

Naturally, a newspaper covering the entire empire cannot treat everyone equally. Among the top leaders of the Holy See, the Holy Parish District, or some important government officials, there is also a Holy Journal of their own, which records information that only their circle deserves to know.

This newspaper is published in the form of "tape tape". Every Monday, it will be delivered to various urban areas by special delivery personnel. In the hands of people who are qualified to read this newspaper, if something important breaks out, it will be Urgent recording.

And the film has undergone a one-time softening process, which means that after being played once, the entire film will be flattened and become a silent record that cannot leave any information.

At 11:30 noon, a small town near the edge of Vilnis.

This town has no name, and there is no platform for steam trains. The only way to get here is by horse-drawn carriage. If you want to describe its location, you only need to say to the coachman, 'After leaving the city of Vernis, go west for 20 seconds. km', just fine.

The city of Vernis is close to the seaside. This geographical environment served as a unique protective barrier during the second demonic invasion.

Because when the void cracks opened, the demons didn't know where they would be when they came out, so there were many poor guys who fell into the sea as soon as they came out and sank to the bottom.

Although it sounds silly, coastal cities are indeed much less damaged than inland cities.

Moreover, the industry here is not that developed. The power provided by steam can be made up for a large part by the ocean. The sky is clear and the air is fresh. Compared with London, this place is more like a place for people to stay.

In a roadside teahouse in that unknown town, several old people were chatting as usual.

Young people all yearn for life in the big city. When they leave, they also pack up the liveliness and hope in the town, leaving only some old people behind to fish, drink, chat, sleep, and enjoy the sea breeze. , look at the sunset;

This is almost all life in this small town, slow, comfortable and quiet

At this time, the sun filled the streets, making the cool sea breeze warmer.

The door of the tea room was suddenly pushed open, and a man dressed like a postman walked in.

"Today's daily report!" he said with a huge smile.

An old fisherman had just fallen asleep. He slowly opened his eyes after hearing the voice: "Isn't it usually delivered in the morning? Why did it only come at noon today?"

Another old man with rosacea who looked like he had been soaking in wine for decades yawned: "What do you care about this? You can't read."

"That's true~"

The old fisherman changed his position indifferently, and soon fell asleep on the chair again.

In this teahouse, one of the few literate old men slowly stood up. He was a bit stooped and had an easy-going face. He was wearing the most ordinary common clothes. Judging from the pair of over-the-knee rubber shoes on his feet, he stood up slowly. He also makes a living by fishing. The only thing that may be a little eye-catching is that the white hair on his head is extremely hard and stands upright, like countless pale pine needles.

"Is there anything interesting in the newspapers today?" The old man walked slowly towards the door, preparing to take the newspapers.

"I'm not sure." The postman said with a smile, and then he seemed to suddenly think of something: "Oh, but the journal you ordered seems to have a new issue."

"Really?" The old man smiled, took the newspaper back to the tea room table, and put it down gently.

The midday sun was too warm. Several fishermen around were enjoying the most pleasant moment of the day. No one cared about today's newspaper, and no one cared about an old man slowly opening the door and walking out. .

The long street of the town was blown clean by the sea breeze. The old man strolled towards his home, and the postman was also distributing today's newspapers along the way. Although the two people seemed to have no relationship, the young postman was very subtle. will always appear around the old man, neither far nor near, and never one step ahead of the old man from beginning to end.

More than twenty minutes later, the old man returned to his home, which was a blue brick house by the seaside. It looked no different from other fishermen's residences, except that the first ray of sunlight streamed through his window every day. That’s all.

As luck would have it, the postman happened to deliver the newspaper nearby. He naturally came to the old fisherman's room and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

After hearing the sound, the postman opened the door and walked in, then closed the door gently, as if he was afraid of disturbing the sunlight coming in from the window.

Immediately afterwards, he knelt down on one knee with great piety, his back straight, and he hit his left chest hard with his fist; at the same time, he also took out a portable record.

"There are some stories in today's Holy Journal that may be of interest to you."

There was obviously some surging energy in his voice that could no longer be suppressed:

"Lord Dante."