A few hours earlier, when the operation had just begun, Holmes and Dr. Watson had been in their apartment-style house at 221B Baker Street, watching the scene outside through their windows.

After all, Baker Street is a long street that goes straight to and from, and at the end is the Baker Street subway station, and the house they live in is numbered so low, it is naturally a house in the area near the end, which belongs to the observation point with a good view.

Even the Scotland Yard police officers who were in ambush were partly hiding in an apartment-style house at 221B Baker Street, while others were waiting inside the station. The plan was to wait for the criminals to go out late at night as usual, and when they walked to the street between the station and 221B, everyone would flank each other back and forth.

If it weren't for the rapid development of the situation later, although this arrest plan had no bright spots, it would not have any big flaws, and it would simply not give the other party any chance to escape.

"It's a strange thing, it's tricky and dangerous, and the more I look at it, the more I don't like it......" Holmes thought for a moment in the face of Inspector Lestrade's question, then shook his head.

"Sherlock, are you inclined to the myth of the gods too? That kind of nonsense? Dr. Watson frowned and waved his hand excitedly.

The detective maintained that gentle and calm face and a calm gaze: "Dear fellow, I didn't say that, but I can't say anything else specific, because I don't know anything specific. ”

Dr. Watson was momentarily speechless, and he knew that he was a little irrational now.

In fact, the surging crowd and boiling sound around at this moment indicate that there are few people who can be rational at all, and no one can be rational about their feelings and doubts at this time, and everyone believes that what they have seen before is absolutely indifferent from the facts.

What they saw and heard tonight shocked everyone inexplicably, and there was a sense of disbelief and incredibleness, and even the rational and calm detective began to wonder if there really was something beyond the laws of nature in this world.

Even in the past, no matter how much people scoffed at the claims of gods and monsters, it was difficult for them to stick to their own ideas now, after all, some things could not be explained, but they saw it with their own eyes, and this was not a fact that could be denied by shaking their heads and saying something pale and weak.

And it's not just them, they see it, but the police, the soldiers, the gentry, the common people, the newspaper reporters...... I don't know how many people have seen it.

There is no way to predict what London will look like tomorrow when the sun rises.

Inspector Lestrade also seemed to see the future, so he looked rather pessimistic and cursed at the evil wizard through gritted teeth. The Golem incident on Baker Street was so big that almost half of the street was demolished after the battle, and not only the police could not deal with it, but even the army was dispatched.

Although it was night, there were a lot of witnesses, because it took too long to finally solve the incident-

The main reason is that no one expected such a thing to happen in advance, so no preparations and countermeasures were made in advance.

There was no traffic blockade, no early evacuation of residents of Baker Street and its neighborhoods, no ...... Anyway, I didn't do what I had to do.

It was only when they realized that something was wrong that the police at Scotland Yard began to report from level to level, calling for reinforcements, and dragging their feet, and those who did not come to the scene would not believe the ridiculous statements they were saying.

came and went, it took a lot of time, and the reinforcements that were originally called were often discounted because of communication and trust problems-

You want the other party to send a legion to deal with the evil wizard's vicious spells, but the other party doesn't believe it at all, so you only send two people over to check on the situation...... Then the person who sent over noticed that something was wrong and continued to report it.

It was precisely because of the inevitable repetition of this process that a lot of valuable time was wasted, and it took so long to deal with the three clay golems that appeared on Baker Street.

Fortunately, the three clay golems were originally consumed by Mr. Smith, so as long as they insist on dealing with them, they will not voluntarily leave the battlefield and destroy other areas, so people can control the scope of destruction on the street of Baker Street.

This is also a helpless thing, after all, no one can predict the prophet -

Originally, everyone who knew about this operation only thought that it was an operation to arrest the most vicious prisoner in London, against the most scalp-tinging demon in British history. But no one really thinks that the target is a real evil wizard with high mana.

At most, they think that this is a crazy, distorted, psychopathic madman, the kind of person who thinks and behaves abnormally.

But being able to get dozens of people from Scotland Yard to arrest at once is already a very important performance, which fully shows that the effect of the other party in dyeing his name with blood and life, and whitewashing his existence with cruelty and fear in the past few months, has reached a level that can make countless British children stop crying.

His evil deeds are known to everyone from Britain to the whole of Europe.

In the face of such a vicious and inhumane criminal, Scotland Yard was also worried that such a madman would be afraid of death when he was arrested, so he dispatched dozens of people to organize such a arrest operation.

They feel that this is already a sure thing, and the other party's information has already been investigated, just an unknown little lawyer, without any special background, and his past performance has always been decent.

It's just that I don't know why, after having an illness a few months ago, the whole person is different, as if he has suddenly turned into a super criminal who is dozens of times more ferocious than "Jack the Ripper" a few years ago.

But that's it, maybe his mind is full of blasphemous madness, dehumanizing, demonic evil ideas, and he can devise something terrifying, unpredictable, very terrible and deadly to torment his victims, and yet he is still just an ordinary person.

As long as he is not given time to react and given him the opportunity to arrange, then what waves can he still turn over?

That's what everyone thought before the action began.

If they really knew that it was an evil wizard with incredible magical powers, how could Scotland Yard be so arrogant as to think that this was a business they could meddle in?

As a result, the other party sneered and slapped them hard.

This is not an ordinary person at all, and it is difficult to say whether it is even human or not, maybe it is the agent of the devil in the world!

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Mr. Smith left Baker Street Station on the subway, but no one could trace where he went.

As if after being exposed, he decisively chose to withdraw and leave London. However, in fact, he did not leave the center of this world, the capital of the empire on which the sun never sets.

Although the Victorian period is nearing its end, and the reign of Queen Victoria is coming to an end, Britain's global supremacy is still quite secure, at least from now until the next few decades.

It was probably not until the 70s of the 20th century that the industrial dominance of this powerful empire began to lose its position in the world, and how could Mr. Smith go far and wide? Although the third level of the mystical system is powerful, it is still difficult to continue to walk in the mystical realm if you fight alone.

He was determined to use the power of the United Kingdom to become a boost he could draw on.

However, this matter can't be rushed, first use a few low-level elemental creations like golems, and give the British guys in this world a good shot in the arm, so that they can be prepared, and he will still do his part according to the predetermined plan.

One of the most striking features of the Victorian era was its affluence, but this affluence was more of a sin because wealth was always unevenly distributed and the contrast between rich and poor was very stark.

On the one hand, there is the aristocratic palace-like manor life; On the other hand, there are the dilapidated thatched huts and grass huts of the farmers......

On the one hand, it is the comfortable life enjoyment of the factory owner; On the other hand, there is the desperate struggle of unemployed workers......

The standard of living of people varies so much that there is a chasm between heaven and hell in this country at the same time.

Moreover, while digesting the fragments of knowledge in his mind, Mr. Smith keenly discovered a dark magic called "Arcane Link", which he felt should be the most important piece of the puzzle in his plan.

Because if you want to popularize magic, it is not something that can be done in a short period of time, because not everyone has a talent for magic, and has the ability to learn and understand the equivalent of a plug-in. Even learning from China's universal nine-year compulsory education will hardly achieve results in the short term.

It is even more difficult to start with alchemy potions or magical magic items, such as clarity potions, which require very low requirements, and alchemy potions that are easy to refine are always a minority, and more advanced potions require various magical substances as the main material. In the same way, magical items also pay attention to the material, and without the contribution of magical creatures or magical ores, don't think too much.

Dirt can't make gems, that's the truth.

However, if a power organization makes its members hopeless, it has absolutely no future.

If others join in, support Mr. Smith and provide money, connections and other help, then it is definitely not for the sake of doing a good deed every day, but only for the sake of obtaining magical powers, magical items and other benefits.

If he can't offer anything, who will follow him?

Having taken care of the trivial matters of the Order that had been established and functioning, Mr. Smith began to visit some of the men on his list, in order, the bankers, the industrialists, and the nobles.

Compared to the slum-like East End, the West End is undoubtedly a wealthy area. It is the seat of the British royal palace, the Prime Minister's residence, the parliament and government ministries, and the living environment is relatively the best in London, and of course the price is also the highest.

At this moment, Mr. Smith appeared in a luxurious private mansion, and expressed his earnest desire to meet and meet the owner of the mansion.

Today in London is another rare day of good weather.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. Robert was in his garden, chatting with his wife, son, and daughter while enjoying the sun.

The family spent the afternoon tea in a gorgeous but not vulgar elegant atmosphere, which should have been a happy scene, if not interrupted by an uninvited guest.

The moment he heard the sound of footsteps, Mr. Robert frowned in displeasure, and when he looked up, he saw a mature man in his thirties in a bowler hat and suit walking towards him from the garden path.

"What's going on? Do I have an appointment for this person in my schedule today? ”

Mr. Robert asked, frowning, and could be heard in his deep voice that he was a little angry.

His wife pursed her lips and didn't speak, and his son and daughter were silent, this was not a forgivable mistake, even if this person really had an appointment, he shouldn't have just let him come to the garden like this.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sir, I don't know...... No, I'm going to deal with it......"

The personal valet standing not far away hurriedly bowed his head and apologized, and beckoned several servants around him to step forward to stop the unwelcome guest, secretly complaining in his heart, but he didn't dare to defend himself.

However, the man raised a hand and snapped his fingers.

The next moment, several servants, who were walking briskly towards him, suddenly stopped, their eyes blank and their expressions empty, as if they were sleepwalking.

The man walked over to himself, then unceremoniously stretched out his palm, and a chair in the distance slid across the ground with a snort, so that the back rested in his palm.

He sat down in the corner of the table and reached out to remove the hat from his head: "I'm glad you took time out of your busy schedule to meet me, Mr. Robert. ”

Compared with his wife and children, who widened their eyes in horror, covered their mouths, and even screamed, Mr. Robert, although he was also shocked in his heart, was suddenly shocked by what the other party had done.

But he still barely kept his composure, or should I say it was like instinct, and subconsciously responded:

"No, you're welcome...... I'm also glad to meet you, please...... What should I call you? ”