"So, after the lion can't hunt the antelope, finally wants to hunt hyenas?"

Magellan was well aware of why Arthur would want to trouble the explorers, who had all but disappeared since they appeared, and not only because the explorers had taken away the mission. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Aren't you afraid of finding poisonous snakes in the hyena pack?"

"Huh. ”

Arthur smiled, his eyes full of contempt.

"I won't have time to participate in your hunt, anyway, have fun. ”

"Don't be a nerd, maybe one day I'll throw a viper for you to play with. ”

......

Leaving Baker Street, Magellan walked into the dark streets of the city known as the City of Fog.

The power of steam has brought prosperity to the riverside city, but it has also left a relentless curse that hangs over the city all year round.

The air of the foggy capital has its own unique smell, which is usually a pungent smell of coal burning mixed with water vapor, and the smell is strong.

The smell and the darkness created by the thick fog are the complexion of the city.

Magellan liked such cities, even though it made him feel like a rat in the sewers.

Before entering the narrow, gloomy alley, Magellan looked around for the last time.

"City ...... of Rats"

Beneath the brick and stone buildings, the corners are the color of black iron, and from time to time rats poke their heads out of the sewers, their eyes shining beyond the limits of human comprehension.

Then footsteps sounded, and the tiny creatures disappeared silently into the darkness.

"Why are we following him?"

The man's voice echoed through the narrow alley, converging into a vague low hum.

"He is Magellan, the chosen one who always finds treasures. ”

"But now ......"

With the sound of footsteps, the sound of the conversation faded away.

The silence lasted only a little while, and then the rats returned to the sewers.

"There are too many of them......"

"That's why you want to kill these people," the man's voice was low and hoarse, with some irrepressible impulse hidden, "If you don't die, they will never understand that the underground of the fog is Professor Moriarty's territory." ”

"......"

"No, there are no rules to talk about with this group of people, only kill them all!"

The rat waited patiently for the quarrel to fade away, then poked its head out of the sewer mouth to look for the odd food, but saw only two people.

It was the familiar figure of the mouse, it had no fear, just stood quietly in the dark.

"Professor Moriarty? ”

"That's not good news, Watson. ”

Sherlock Holmes was tall and thin, and he was dressed in a hunting suit, as if he was going to hunt deer on the outskirts of Wudu.

"I don't understand, the explorers were encouraged by the decree of the king of the world, why are there so many explorers in the capital in Brittany?"

"Greedy people are everywhere, and so are stupid people. Holmes sipped his pipe and stared into the darkness, "But maybe we'll see something interesting this time." ”

"Let's go, Watson. ”

"Let's go. ”

They didn't know that right up, on the top of a tall building, there were people like them, staring into the darkness.

"The glorious fog capital, the gathering place of mankind, the stronghold of heresy...... How pathetic......"

"Science has foreseen all this, and the power of the king of the world, in the name of my Lord, is unstoppable. ”

"But explorers are just despicable villains, blind people controlled by greed. ”

"That has nothing to do with you, and it has nothing to do with me, remember, we are the shadow of Magellan, who ended up strangled him on the gallows. ”

"The blade of sacrifice, I understand. ”

The two figures seemed to have no weight, and they skimmed over the roof like birds, but they still failed to detect the eavesdropper hidden in a corner.

"Sacrifice...... Scientologists can't forget this kind of thing. ”

"However, I still like you, after all, in this city, a lackey of the Holy See is worth five thousand gold Victoria......"

"Praise the Queen. ”

The human figure is a crow, jumping over an alley in a gray fog.

On the ground, two people in the crowd passed by.

Maybe it was an illusion, maybe it was a heart, and when they walked around a corner, both of them turned and looked at each other where they should be.

And yet they couldn't see anything.

The streets were sparsely populated, and an elegant and beautiful woman was walking through the streets, she raised a hand and brushed a strand of hair on her face, like an elf, and even the strange smell of the fog faded.

It's a foggy day.

Magellan's destination was the Royal Academy, and he was now a student, a good student.

He walked briskly down the dark alley, oblivious to what was behind him—at least on the surface.

And where he couldn't see, malice was brewing in the darkness, and blood would eventually bloom.

It started out as an ugly brawl.

Moriarty's loyal men walked up to the explorers in the darkness and swung their fists at their backs. The explorers were not ignorant, they turned around and scuffled together.

It eventually turned into a life-and-death battle, with a muffled sound in the middle of the men's tangled bodies, as if a bag full of something had been squeezed through, and a smell of blood spread through the air.

The man was a little flustered, but his companion was only fanatically excited.

"This is what happens to the provoking professor!"

"And you'll soon see what happens to the murderers. ”

Sherlock Holmes never thought of him as an emperor or anything like that, but when he stood in front of criminals, the man was no different from a tyrant.

"Please lay down your arms. ”

Watson pointed a handcuff at Moriarty's men, like a Bretanian soldier on a foreign battlefield.

"Sherlock Holmes ......"

It's hard to say what was in the man's mind when he was pointed at the handcuff and squeezed this phrase out between his teeth.

"It's an honor, the professor seems to have mentioned me to you. ”

Holmes walked up to the man, and in front of him was a villain's face, and then there was a bloody hole in the face.

What is the expression on a person's face when he dies is an unanswered question. But if you've ever seen that kind of scene, you'll know that life that is about to die is so greedy.

Holmes turned abruptly and looked at the source of the light in the dimly lit alley, and in that narrow white vertical strip the figure of a man had just passed, leaving a fleeting shadow.

"Gone Watson. ”

"Let's go. ”

They didn't notice that just above the alley, a man was dying and struggling.

Arthur stepped on the man's chest, feeling the softness of the ascetic ascetic's Mithril inner armor with the soles of his feet, with the dangerous smile of a carnivorous beast on his face.