The capital of London, the Jefferson family estate in the suburbs of the city.

In the study, Justin didn't sleep all night. The hairstyle, which was originally meticulously combed, is already a little messy. He sat on the carpet, surrounded by books and papers.

At this moment, he also had paper on his legs, and an ink pen in his hand, and while pondering, he quickly put down the pen and recorded all the ideas in his mind.

“...... The projection of the old creator is the most mysterious phenomenon in the transcendent system, but it is also the most dangerous, terrifying, and unfathomable phenomenon......"

“...... In the past, only when you were promoted to the fourth rank and touched a trace of the transcendence of the divine person, there was a faint possibility of spying on the projection of the Creator. But there are too few such examples, and too little information remains, and ...... need to be collected."

“...... In the nearly 2,000-year history of the founding of the British state, there has been no knowledge of any other region except for the mysterious fog sea in the near sea and the distant fog sea in the far sea...... We only know about the existence of the Western Continent, so there are no other continents? ”

“...... Is there anything else in the legend of the most hidden and mysterious 'Dusk Ocean' and the direction of the apocalyptic maelstrom at the end of the ocean? ”

"I've met three transcendents from different regions, and if they're all at the ends of the worlds, then I'll be able to gain knowledge like no other. Even some ancient relics that have disappeared from the world, and rare news of some broken inheritance, I can collect them through gathering and trading......"

"The prophecy that I am the chosen one is gradually being fulfilled. Praise be to our Lord! I know my mission and the direction of my struggle! And one day, I will be the king! ”

Justin took a deep breath and stopped writing.

Then he flipped through a treasured collection of classical notes, and on the flaked, somewhat decayed, folded cover was his grandfather's vague handwriting. The inner pages are yellowed and old, recording some of my grandfather's memories.

Among them, there is a bookmark.

The bookmark appears to be a sheet of gold foil, glowing with a strange and vague sheen. There was even a faint murmur lingering on the golden bookmark.

Justin turned the bookmark so carefully that he could barely breathe.

On the back of the bookmark, there is a line of small print.

The font is "824 password" that Justin doesn't recognize.

This block cipher font reads:

"I have a tiger in my heart, sniff the roses......"

And then below, there is a note written by my grandfather in English:

"If you have a tiger in your heart, you should also appreciate the beauty of roses. Great ambition also requires careful gentleness...... This is a gift to the descendants of the Jefferson family......"

Justin gently closed the page.

Tranquility and silence were restored throughout the study......

......

The night in the southern continent will always seem longer and deeper.

In every corner of the city of Seine, there is always evil roaming.

After another night of patrolling and sweeping, Kakamyo sat wearily on the eaves of a towering tower, looking out at the faint dawn in the distant sky.

The cold morning breeze swept over Kakamiao's body, making the hunting suit hiss. Her long dark brown hair fluttered in the wind, but every strand of hair seemed to reflect the coming dawn and morning light.

She lifted the tip of her right finger slightly, staring at the trace.

"It turns out that this world is not only the Kingdom of Ledland, there are other unknown regions......"

"Are those transcendent in other worlds like us? Fighting evil monsters all the time......"

“...... It's a good start, and we're no longer alone. As long as I can get more knowledge and help at the meeting, I will do my best to restore peace and tranquility in the city of Seine......"

"The long night has come, and I keep the light with my life. A spark can set the prairie on fire......" Kaka recited the aphorism of the night watchman.

At the same time, she prayed again in her heart:

"Praise be to my Lord! Praise all the gifts! ”

......

In the sacrificial hut of the Chaos City.

Lilith held a thick book in her arms, slept on a golden wooden chair, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and in her deep sleep was the scene she sincerely hoped for:

The bright figure with flowing blond hair holds the "light of the sun" in his hand, dispelling the gloom and darkness that hangs over the city......

The enemies who hide in the fog of filth and vicious mystery are crushed and destroyed in dazzling light......

The people of the City of Chaos have come out of the darkness and welcomed the light......

In the endless vicissitudes of the distant sky, surrounded by stars, the vast and magnificent pillar-like "True Creator Eye" looked downward, gazing at everyone who bathed in the holy light......

"Praise the Gift of the Creator......"

Lilith murmured in her sleep, immersed in her dreams.

......

In the early morning on Baker Street, it was still damp and misty. The hundred-year-old bell tower shrouded in smog at the far end, with its ancient spire reflecting the light of dawn.

Brooke transforms into a pointy-eared black cat, running and leaping across the rooftops.

She ran almost all night, almost half the city, and although she was tired, she felt that she could not finish it.

Then she stopped, gasping for breath as she watched the dawn rise in the distance.

“...... I used to think that I was lonely, that fate was tormenting me, that I would never know the truth, and that I was chasing in the wrong direction......"

"Thank you that fate has given me new hope and praise all the gifts of great existence! I've found an ally, and it's only temporary, but it's a new path......"

"More gatherings, more pursuits, more gains...... I will find my true consciousness and I will awaken my ......"

Brooke looked at apartment 23, meowed, and ran forward again.

......

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang, bang bang!

Sherlock hurriedly opened the door.

"Huh? Mr. Sherlock, you've slept so deeply!! ”

At the door stood a ragged newsboy, his face freckled with sweat, his hair disheveled, wheezing, clutching an envelope in his hand.

"Your letter, Mr. Sherlock!"

"Thank you! Who told you to send it? ”

"I don't know, it's a very old, decent old gentleman. Tell me your room and your name, and let me deliver the letter. ”

Sherlock nodded again in acknowledgement, took four crowns from his inner pocket, and stuffed it into the newsboy's hand.

"Ah, what a generous and good man you are! Thank you, Mr. Sherlock! ”

The newsboy grinned excitedly, bowed deeply, and then clutched the silver coin and ran away without looking back.

Four crowns was enough for the child to live for three days, and he ran away quickly, also fearing that his employer would regret it. After all, the work of temporary letter delivery is generally only half a kroner or 1 kroner.

Sherlock watched the newsboy run away in an instant, shook his head and smiled, turned around and closed the door.

He looked down at the envelope in his hand.

Very ordinary paper, with a scribbled line on the cover:

"Sherlock. Kidd, pro-Qi. ”

Sherlock's eyebrows suddenly raised slightly, this kind of scribbled but personal handwriting was very familiar to him.

Tearing open the envelope, Sherlock pulled out the letter paper and read it carefully:

"Dear Sherlock, I am deeply sorry to learn that you have suffered an unjustified disaster, and that you have suffered a great loss of life and property. I remember your excellent academic performance very well. Later, when you ran a private firm and stayed away from historical and archaeological research, I felt even more regretful as a mentor. ”

"After considering your current situation, I think that your private practice can be carried out in a different way. It not only balances career and life, but also can get a good income. ”

"Sherlock, I formally recommend you to join the 'Ninth Secret Service of the City of Birzinham' as a special adviser to succeed me in my unfinished work due to health reasons."

"Of course, you have the right to choose whether you want to or not. If you wish, please go to the 9th Parish Street outside the Municipal Street North Station and contact Mr. Rooney from the Social Research Commission's Counseling Office. ”

"I wish you all the best!"

The letter ends with the signature of Professor Hoffmann, Department of History and Archaeology, City University of Birzchenham.

After reading this letter, Sherlock was immediately emotional, confused, happy, and a little crying and laughing.

Feeling and confused, because although Professor Hoffman was his mentor, the original owner, Sherlock. Kidd's withdrawn personality, and the relationship between the two outside of school, is not very good.

The reason for the happiness is naturally because the tutor still remembers him and is willing to help him as a student.

As for crying and laughing, it is because of the two sentences that Reintes said:

"The Sheriff's Department doesn't have Secret Service 9, Mr. Sherlock ......"

“...... Mr. Sherlock, maybe it's not me looking for you, but you're looking for me to do something. For example, moving or something, hehe......"

Well, going around and around, or back to that non-existent department.

Did Reintes know that Professor Hoffmann was going to recommend me?

Sherlock shook his head, I am afraid that I will have to ask Ryantes in person to find out the reason.

"I can balance my career and life, and I can get a good income......

Sherlock stared back at the passage, focusing on "income".

The private office will definitely not be able to open in the short term, and it seems that the only way to do this is to go to the Ninth Parish and ask what is going on with this good income.

......