Although because of the emergence of mecha technology, the technology of various mechanical creations in this era has advanced at a speed beyond the times.

However, due to the constraints of the times, distance and energy costs, long-distance travel still has to be carried out by empty boat.

In addition to this, the engine technology brought by the mecha revolution has made the speed of ships and airships much faster than in the past. Sherlock came back by boat.

Although inside the military there are fast airboats with a speed of more than one hundred and eighty kilometers per hour. However, this is not wartime, after all, Europe is a sovereign state, and it is too arrogant to fly in a military airship over someone else's house.

So Mycroft had to take some civilian airships. Of course, these are all just minor episodes.

After landing in Europe, they just rested for two days and took a closer look at the town called Montney.

McCroft and Sherlock finally decided to go into town together.

They chose to keep most of their men outside the town, as no one knew how many members of the group were inside the town.

It's easy to get caught in too much at once. At the same time, McCroft kept them ready to respond.

Monteney itself is a town with a tourism as its main business, so it's not uncommon for a fresh face to appear.

As long as there is no overly obvious investigative activity, the town is relatively safe.

At this moment, Sherlock and McCroft were sitting by the window in a café in the small town of Monteney.

After the war, tourism flourished over time.

The so-called tourism is to run from a place where you are tired of staying to another place where others are tired of staying.

Therefore, there are a lot of tourists from Beichen here, and as a completely different place from East Asian culture, it is very popular with Beichen people.

Of course, there are a lot of people who come to Britania here, so they are not unobtrusive.

Sherlock and McCroft each ordered a cup of coffee, which was steaming hot, but neither of them moved.

After a brief pause, Sherlock said, "Did you pay attention to the coffee shop owner?" ”

Mycroft didn't answer immediately, just silently picked up the coffee in front of him and gently stirred the sugar cube in it with a spoon. The spoon made a crisp sound when it collided with the edge of the porcelain.

"It's not too cold right now, it's just spring. And he is a barista, in order not to let the coffee spill on his clothes, he should habitually pull up his clothes a little. But he didn't. ”

"There's a part of the wrist that's protruding, like something." Sherlock muttered softly, "I've investigated the dead who were assassinated by them, and all of them were killed with a single hit, with a prick in the throat or heart. ”

"So, this should be the weapon under the wrist." Mycroft gently blew on the hot air on the coffee, and then took a sip, "Carrying such a weapon anytime, anywhere, even at work, is really worthy of an organization that has existed for hundreds of years, and has a very systematic way of training." ”

"He has a lot of calluses on his fingers." Sherlock continued, "It should be the marks of a freehand climb. They should have also done some climbing training at the same time, which they used to fly the cornices and walk the wall. What's more interesting is that."

His words paused, "I've seen at least ten or more passers-by along the way. ”

"Looks like you guessed right." Mycroft nodded, "This should indeed be the 'headquarters' in some sense." ”

After a pause, he hooked the corners of his mouth, "You're right. ”

"What?"

"Their counter-detection capabilities." Mycroft slowly drank the coffee in his hand, "We've been targeted. ”

Sherlock opened his eyes slightly, as if to look around, but was stopped by Mycroft.

"Don't turn your head."

Sherlock looked at him quietly.

"The boss, and two waiters, and two men and women who just came in pretending to be tourists." Mycroft said slowly, "As soon as you entered, you were staring at us. We should have been eyed as soon as we entered the town. ”

"How the hell did they find out so accurately?" Sherlock's eyes glistened with a glimmer, "It's clear that we're just acting like ordinary tourists, and we haven't even started the investigation. ”

After a pause, he said, "Speaking of which, the person we sent in at the beginning was the same, and he lost contact before he even started the investigation. ”

"I guess there's some supernatural power we don't know about." Mycroft spoke.

"Supernatural powers, it's really troublesome." Sherlock muttered, "There are indeed some troubles in the face of poor information. ”

He looked up at Mycroft, "What now?" ”

"Zhiya~"

The chair stepped back.

Mycroft slowly stood up and walked straight to the counter of the coffee shop.

Seeing this, the waiter at the counter had a formulaic smile on his face.

"What do you need?"

Mycroft took out the pendant his father had given him and placed it on the table, and said in a low voice.

"All things are false, all things are allowed"

The waiter hadn't recovered from the pendant yet, and when he heard this, he froze in place.

He was silent for a moment. But then, McCroft continued.

"I want to meet the person in charge here"

The waiter slowly raised his head and stared at Mycroft, and after a brief pause, he looked at the waiter on the other side.

"Dickens." He said, "It's up to you." ”

Dickens was stunned as he looked at the café full of people.

"No, Rooney, you're going to give me one of so many people here?"

"I'll be right back." Rooney Road.

As he spoke, he took off his apron and hung it on a hook on one side.

"Come with me." He said to Mycroft.

Sherlock also got up from his seat and walked to Mycroft's side.

A thoughtful look in McCroft's eyes flashed before he picked up the pendant that had been placed on the table again, and followed Rooney.

They walked out of the café and into the street.

The streets are full of people, and many tourists from different countries are walking, talking to each other, and it is very prosperous.

However, among these people, Mycroft could sense that many eyes were focused on him, and perhaps more or less glance at them.

He led them straight to the middle of the town, the manor on the top of the hill, which is also one of the highlights of this tourist city.

"Aren't you afraid that we're bad guys?"

Following behind the young man named Rooney, McCroft asked with interest.

"You trust us like that?"

"You'll find out after that." Rooney continued.

Mycroft frowned slightly, as if he had noticed something, "You know we're coming?" ”

"All your doubts will be answered later." Rooney continued.

Then he fell silent, and no matter how much McCroft asked, he did not answer.

Sherlock, who was following behind Mycroft, said with interest, "It's a mystery." ”

There was also a faint glimmer in Mycroft's eyes, but there were no words.

The town was not very large, and they walked for about ten minutes before they were soon standing at the gate of the manor.

The first thing that catches your eye is the tall city walls.

The walls are built according to the outline of the mountain, which is roughly circular in shape, and the total length is about several hundred meters.

There are 14 equally spaced towers and 2 gates, and the main street connecting the two gates is roughly in a straight line.

Inside the manor, you can find a Romanesque church with a simple façade and Renaissance-style residences for nobles and merchants.

The small streets outside the main square give way to houses and small shops facing the garden. In times of war, these gardens could provide the food necessary to survive when surrounded by enemies.

Rooney led them straight to the Romanesque church in the middle. There is a sign at the entrance of the church that prohibits entry.

However, Rooney ignored the sign and walked over, and slowly opened the door of the church, making a sound of branches.

The heavy sound of the door opening showed the ancient history of this door.

But instead of going in, he took a step back to the right, and then motioned for them to go in.

"Go in, they're waiting for you inside."

Mycroft narrowed his eyes slightly, he looked at Rooney, and then at the inside of the church.

After a moment's hesitation, Sherlock strode straight past him.

Mycroft smiled helplessly at this, but still followed.

"Peng!"

After they entered, the door behind them slammed shut.

The air here smells of decaying old wood. Soft light shines through the tall stained-glass windows on both sides, and the cathedral grandeur is still visible in the dimness.

On both sides of the hall are places for pedestrians who come to the confessional service.

And at the end of these chairs, on a slightly higher platform, a quaint black metal cross stands, simple, solemn, solemn.

The God of the Bible does not like idolatry, believing it to be a sign of ungodliness and worshipping only idols, not God himself.

So the Catholic Church chose to use the cross instead.

Mycroft soon noticed a man sitting at the front.

Some white hair was mixed in with his original hair color, and he must have been forty or fifty years old, wearing a long black coat with a hood.

If it weren't for Mycroft's sensitive senses, he might not have been able to spot this person at all.

Mycroft walked slowly behind the middle-aged man, and then he heard a whispered murmur.

The man was praying earnestly to the cross.

However, there is something strange about the prayer, normal people pray either in praise or in confession of their sins, but his prayer is like a declaration of war

"Beg me!

I will give your kingdoms an inheritance,

To the end of the earth are thy things.

Thou hast thou the staff of black iron,

Break them to pieces,

Shattered like pottery.

Therefore kings!

Bow down,

Receive the teachings of the Judge of the earth.

Serve your Lord with sincere fear,

Gladly prostrate.

Kiss your child!

For the wrath of heaven will send you into the way of destruction,

His wrath will spread so quickly,

Burn everything.

They will have no one to rely on. “

It seems to have originated from some biblical theological story, where Mycroft seems to have seen it, but he can't remember it for a while.

After a brief silence, he slowly opened his eyes and drew a cross in front of him.

"Amen."

Then he stood up and looked at Sherlock and McCroft. (End of chapter)