Sherlock Holmes

In order to fight against the opening of the Devil's Gate, the first generation of King Ferti, like a tyrant, cut off the new energy research that was emerging at the time - electricity; and instead transferred all the economy and talents to the steam line.

This kind of move is directly equivalent to killing a revolutionary research in the cradle. Even after centuries, many scholars are still criticizing this crazy behavior.

But the Crusaders stationed along the Redeker Strait know very well that without the determination of such strong men to cut off their wrists, there would be no vigorous development of steam technology, no steam chariots, no high-power combat armor, no such Later weapons of war.

The demons will not give humans the chance to slowly develop new energy sources.

Therefore, 70% of the history books of the empire have this sentence - without steam, there would be no human beings.

It is precisely because of the booming development of steam technology that most of the land around the city has been expropriated to build huge steam engines that operate the entire city. This too-rapid process has led to the separation of humans and the natural world, and industrial production has and acid rain also make animals increasingly marginalized in production processes.

As a result, the sense of conquest inherent in human nature, standing at the top of the biological chain and looking down on other races, gradually cannot find an outlet.

Then pets appeared! Even in a very short period of time, it became popular among the entire upper class, and then broke into the lives of almost all classes of people with an unstoppable trend.

There is even a strange phenomenon, that is, the lower the class, the more people like to keep pets.

The specific reason is probably because of a certain love and yearning for life that wealthy people do not have.

Therefore, in the lower towns of London, the pet market is much more popular than in the upper towns.

At the corner of Baker Street, there are several pet supplies stores, and there is even a pet hospital at the junction of another block, and the fees are not cheap.

At 6:30 in the morning, Sherlock came to this area in the light rain.

Pet-related shops usually open early. After all, the little ones stored here will make the house full of urine smell if they are not cleaned up in the morning.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding."

The wind chime behind the door made a pleasant sound, but this sound had no refreshing effect on the shop owner who was forced to get up in the morning.

When he saw Sherlock walking in, he could only force out a smile.

"Dear sir, what do you need?"

"A warm cat nest doesn't need to be too big, but it should be closed, preferably with a curtain, so that a little guy less than two months old can spend this winter."

Sherlock said, gesturing at the size of the cat's nest in his mind.

He probably has some weird quirks and likes to stuff things into enclosed spaces, as criminals who have been stuffed into suitcases can attest to.

Now, he wants to find a more closed cat nest for the kitten. The inside should be furry, so that it will be warm when curled up in it, and it can also block the wind.

Soon, the shop owner found a few that looked good. Sherlock picked one that was more dark yellow, which was similar to the little cat's fur color. He estimated that it would adapt to the feeling of being at home more quickly.

It's hard to tell when the rain outside the store will stop.

The weather in London has an inexplicably tough attitude. It is windy and rainy, with snow and hail falling, and the fog will never dissipate before noon.

Fog, homeless people, chimneys, bells, and faith are all traces in this city that can never be erased.

And just on this hazy morning long street, amidst the patter of rain, a carriage slowly appeared with its simple frame, without any decoration, not even any bright colors, just like this. After driving through the morning fog, we stepped through the puddles accumulated on the road and stopped at a carriage stop on the street.

Upright, even if there are no other cars or pedestrians on the road, it still obeys the most dispensable traffic rules.

Immediately afterwards, a man with glasses got out of the car. He was not tall, maybe less than thirty years old, or more than forty years old, or even fifty years old;

Maybe everyone who sees him will feel confused about his age for a moment, because few people can imagine that a relatively young person has such calm eyes. He was as calm as if he had experienced countless years of vicissitudes. Even if a demon opened its bloody mouth in front of his eyes, it would not tremble at all.

Fortunately, as he stood up straight, the reflection on his glasses covered his eyes, which had aged decades ahead of schedule, into a vast whiteness.

In the process, a dark umbrella was opened above his head, not letting a drop of rain fall on him.

"Master, you still have about fifteen minutes. If you delay, it may cause unnecessary panic to the people at the reception."

The person holding the umbrella is a girl, at most 20 years old, with a tall figure, much taller than the man wearing glasses next to her. She is wearing the most traditional maid costume, and her appearance is extremely clean, and can even be said to be a bit deserted. Therefore, even if the eyebrows are lowered, it will give people a feeling that they are not afraid to approach.

"I just happened to pass by and wanted to take a look. I haven't seen any small animals at home for more than ten years."

"After all, you have been allergic to hair." When facing her master, the girl's cold face finally showed a smile.

"After so many years, it has long been cured. It's just that those people were too careful." The man looked indifferent, but his tone was very easy-going.

The master and the servant walked towards the first pet shop across the street.

"Dingling bell~~" the wind chime rang again.

Even the shop owner was a little surprised. On this rainy morning, there were customers coming in one after another. Could this be a sign of a lucky day?

"It has been wrapped for you. Just use water when cleaning. I wish you a happy life." The boss smiled and handed the packed cat nest to Sherlock, and then smiled hard at the two guests who had just entered. He said: "The two guests came very early. It must be very cold outside. Do you need any help?"

In the process of saying this, Sherlock had turned around and looked at the cat nest in his hand with satisfaction. Like every Lower City resident who was about to buy a new home for his pet, he felt a little warm and relieved.

And the moment I walked through the door.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at the short man next to him. Then he casually raised his gaze and glanced at the girl servant who was putting away her umbrella, just like a passerby subconsciously looking sideways at a beautiful lady.

The girl's eyes were calm, and Sherlock's eyes were also calm. The two of them looked at each other for a second.

The door was pushed open and then closed again, which seemed to indicate that there would no longer be any intersection between them.

"What's wrong?"

The young man seemed to have noticed something strange about his maid at that moment and asked.

"It's okay, he's just an ordinary person."

The girl stood the umbrella on the ground, looked at the water drops dripping down the umbrella ribs, and responded respectfully and gently.

The owner of the pet shop still had a flattering smile.

He didn't hear the conversation between the two guests. He just saw that the quality of their clothes was not cheap, and they all carried a kind of magnanimity in their movements that residents in the lower city did not have. The most important thing was that the Maid, although she is not stunning in appearance, she is getting more and more beautiful.

This made him feel that these two people must at least be nobles and should be able to make a good fortune.

However, what was very disappointing was that the maid just stood quietly at the door. As for the short man, he just walked into the shop, and then looked at the several kittens in the shop through the cages. He did not touch them, or even touched them. Didn't get closer.

After three or five minutes of this, the two people left.

"weirdo."

This is the final evaluation of the two of them by the shop owner.

On the road, the carriage began to move forward. In the carriage, the man and the girl servant sat opposite each other.

Even though the window was not open, the man's glasses were still glowing with an unknown white light.

"Tell me about that person just now." He asked suddenly.

"that person?"

"The man I just met in the store." The man said, "Normally, even if you meet the Pope or even the Archbishop, you wouldn't take a second look."

The girl was silent for a while. As a servant, she naturally did not dare to disobey her master. However, she did not know what to say to the Lower City resident who passed by, or even why she wanted to do so. The sideways glance was just a subconscious reaction at the time.

"I'm just a very ordinary citizen of the empire with a very low contract level. I might just be a little absent-minded at that time." The girl said humbly.

The man in front of him didn't think too much. It might be that countless thoughts were rushing through his mind in an instant. In short, he nodded: "You are indeed a little tired after traveling all the way to London. Take a good rest after you settle down soon."

He said, looking at a corner of the carriage. When he thought that he was only 26 years old, and he would meet a woman next month; the two would be together for a lifetime, but they had never seen each other, he felt ridiculous from the bottom of his heart. Extremely.

"We will get off the bus at Auckland University Cathedral in a moment. We will be greeted by dedicated personnel. All security personnel are carefully selected and their whereabouts are absolutely confidential. You can rest assured, my master."

"In places other than the [Saint Parish], don't use too respectful titles."

"Then let's call you Mr. Edimory directly?" the girl asked tentatively. She couldn't directly call him His Royal Highness the Holy Son.

After hearing the name, the man's eyes flashed with boredom, but it was well hidden by his glasses. He shook his head slightly: "The surname Aitimo Rui is too eye-catching, so I have to change it a little and call it Mo." Riati.”

He shuffled the alphabetical order of his names and said

"Okay, Mr. Moriarty." The girl said with a civilized smile.

The carriage went further and further away, disappearing into the late morning light. The rain fell from the sky and fell on the deserted long street, washing away all traces.