"Join the House of Cards?"

Sherlock pondered for a moment, then asked in an indifferent tone:

"I'm not against joining some kind of covenant, but it depends on what advantages you have."

Grindelwald's voice immediately came from the cards:

"Maybe you really should think about it!"

"In the underworld, there are only one or two 'houses of cards' per city. The point is that only transcendents who are close to certain divine personalities can build a house of cards as the rules of the underworld allow! ”

When Sherlock heard this, he couldn't help but frown.

"Approaching the Divine Person"?

All transcendents know that only those who have attained the 4th rank or above can be called close to a divine person. Generally speaking, the 4th rank is referred to as a "demigod".

Grindelwald's voice continued:

"I beg your understanding that I am not in a position to reveal who the creator of the House of Cards in the City of London is. But as you can see, we have the responsibility and the ability to gather, organize, and maintain the lost throughout the City of London. ”

"If you join House of Cards, you have priority access to the latest and most useful first-hand information. It is possible to know the trading of a large number of prayer materials and instinctive weights. ”

"Of course, if you don't care about any of this, we have an even more enticing special ability - the 'House of Cards' can be used to temporarily sink down to the oldest plane, such as the Third ......Age, under the influence of seals."

Grindelwald said this, silent.

Sherlock felt some shock in his heart again.

The division of the epochs of world history, beginning with the transformation of creation, to the promulgation of the Old Testament Apocalypse by the "original God", is called the First Age; After the War of the Gods, the "original Creator" issued the New Testament Revelation, known as the Second Age;

Later, due to the decline of ancient mythical creatures, human beings prospered, and the continental kingdoms rose together, until the most powerful British kingdom was established, the Mad King. Solomon's prestige and authority reached its peak and became known as the Third Age.

After the "Mad King's Rebellion", Britain turned from prosperity to decline, the territory was divided, and the coastal free states and island nations began to challenge British authority, announcing that world history had entered the fourth age, until now.

Based on Sherlock's current experience in the city of London, this unreal world is in the early 1499 period, during the Fourth Age.

If according to Grindelwald, then this unreal world can be subsided? Go straight to the Mad King. British History in Solomon's Age?

Mad King. The Third Age of Solomon's Age is known as the most brilliant and colorful era in human history, with many heroes and the most colorful epic pictures.

Because the first and second periods are too far away from ordinary people, and they are the old era of myths and legends, it can almost be said that they do not exist in today's records, and the historical materials are so scarce that they can be ignored.

However, in the Third Age, there are countless true stories and countless legends that can be sung and cried, and it is a history that ordinary people can feel.

And not only for ordinary people, but also for the mysterious and unknown majority of the transcendentals, it was also in the Third Age that they came to the stage, forming organizational factions and knowledge systems until today.

Therefore, the study of the Tertiary has always been the most tireless and necessary topic for occults and transcendents, with the most extensive subjects.

Grindelwald's "tempting special ability", "sinking into the third age space-time", can indeed be called a top-level temptation, and no transcendent person can refuse.

Because this represents a series of promotion conditions such as more extraordinary resources, extraordinary knowledge, theological secrets, and so on. It can even be said that it represents a great path closer to the divine person.

Sherlock was silent for a long time.

The first was to digest the somewhat shocking proposal, and the second was to give Grindelwald the illusion that he was seriously considering the possibility of joining.

But Sherlock didn't want to join, at least at this time, and it wasn't the right thing to join any other organization.

The World in the Mirror Foursome and the Orderkeeper Team are enough for him to experience this British world that he has crossed over. His goal is to survive, integrate, and develop again, not to cause all kinds of trouble......

"I need time to think about it." Sherlock replied nonchalantly.

"Okay, if you need more advice, I'm here to help." Grindelwald said with some respect.

"Alright, thanks for the answer." Sherlock stood up and gently shook the card in his hand, "So, this card?" ”

"It's done with its mission, and you're free to leave."

With Grindelwald's voice, the cards vanished in Sherlock's hands.

Sherlock nodded, turned and walked into the fog, and sure enough, the exit of the small door appeared in front of him. As soon as he stepped out, he went out and returned to the tavern.

......

At this moment.

In the other room, which is understated and luxuriously furnished, it is full of British old-era decoration, with dim lighting, dim painted carpets, mottled oil paintings on the walls, and tables and chairs and sofas in the shape of classical gold curves.

Grindelwald sat on the independent brown leather soft sofa, his long white beard piled up on his chest, and slowly moved his hands to throw away a whiteboard wordless playing card in his hand.

Opposite him, on an old stool with smooth logs, sat a lady cross-legged. Her face was covered in heavy makeup, which concealed her face. The eyeshadow is smeared with a dark gray background, revealing all-red eyes like blood gems.

She was slightly shorter and emaciated, and wore an exaggerated wizard's hat topped high in pitch-black fabric. The robes on his body are layered on top of each other, but they are not bloated, and various dark colors are intertwined, with a weird, mysterious, and temperament that makes people dare not look too much.

If Sherlock was here, he would definitely recognize this lady at a glance, this lady is the wizard hat lady who lined up in front of the tavern before.

At the other end of the room, near the taupe masonry fireplace, there was another chaise longone. At this moment, there is a middle-aged man with a shiny hairstyle and an old-fashioned face. He wore the standard old-time gentleman's attire, with meticulous attention to detail in his waistcoat, bracelets, epaulettes, and buttons.

"What do you think of Grindelwald, the mysterious prophet who claims to have awakened from his slumber? Is it really worth wooing? The gentleman middle-aged man said in a lazy tone as he flicked the cigar ash between his fingers.

"At least he knows some 824 passwords, which is of great value to us, isn't it?" Grindelwald replied calmly, then his tone turned to a hint of mockery, "Mr. Snake, your progress is too slow, I have to pour more effort into our goal!" ”

The gentlemanly middle-aged man known as "Mr. Snake" hummed:

"As far as I know, there is no transcendent person in the real-life capital of London who can easily decipher the 824 code. So this 'J of Spades' prophet is extremely suspicious and does not necessarily come from a place that we are familiar with. ”

This may prove that he is really in a deep sleep stage, and he has just woken up. It shows that I am luckier than you, and I am faster than you to succeed. Grindelwald said with a blank face.

Mr. Snake said without showing weakness:

"I think that historical archaeologists who have been trained, collected, and lured are the chess pieces worth controlling. What we are doing now is to obey the oracle of our Lord absolutely! Any slightest delusion will bring stupidity and ridiculous disaster! ”

"Enough!"

The Wizard Hat Lady stopped in a deep voice, "We don't have much time, and it is the greatest blasphemy against our Lord to engage in such a ridiculous quarrel!" ”

"Mother, are you also questioning my actions?" Mr. Snake's face was agitated, and he pinched the cigar between his fingers.

"You didn't get any better results in Birzingham, so Grindelwald is in House of Cards, and there's more chance of correction, you know?"

The Lady in the Wizard Hat, known as "Mother", had a dark glow overflowing with a seeping glow as if the pupils of blood were all red in her eyes, and continued:

"There are fewer and fewer sacrifices available to us. There are fewer and fewer tools to pry open the 'Tomb of Solomon's Ruins'. Then collect everything that can be a sacrifice at any cost! ”

"As long as you don't come into contact with the transcendent of the Divine Person, no matter what the person or what level you are, it's not a problem. The more the merrier, no matter the cost! ”

Her voice was fierce, even like a low growl.

Mr. Snake and Grindelwald both looked at the "mother" in silence, looking a little frightened, and did not dare to refute anything.

There was a terrible silence inside, like a pool of stagnant water.

......

Sherlock stepped out of the side door and looked in.

The guests in the tavern have all dispersed. But Nicholas was the only one who sat alone, and when he saw Sherlock, he immediately rushed forward in high spirits.

"Dear Prophet Watson, although I am just a small person chasing extraordinary knowledge, there are some aspects, such as aspects that you don't care about: the trivial things in reality, the small details that are inconvenient for you to do, the small processes you need to serve, and so ......on."

"I've got you covered! I'm competent if you need it. It's my business card, and of course, it's the identity of reality. I'm always ready to hear your call! ”

Nicholas handed over a thick piece of paper in a respectful manner.

Before Sherlock could figure out why he had become so enthusiastic and respectful, he took the piece of paper and looked at it, which read: "Pelican Harbor Free Trading Company affiliated with Royal Goliath, London."

Sherlock looked up, about to ask a few questions.

"I'm sorry, my time is up...... Nicholas was already bowing, and his two companions, Davis and Henrys, were waving at the door, and he had already run away in a panic.

Sherlock: "......"

Is this to run to the underworld to introduce business to pull customers?

After complaining to himself, Sherlock glanced around and felt that there was no need to stay any longer.

He thought for a moment, pressed his fingers to the center of his eyebrows, and silently gave a hint:

"I need to leave ......"

In an instant, Sherlock felt his body drift.

......