Sherlock and McCroft didn't spend much time in Montney.

Instead, he got on an airboat and left the town quickly.

Mycroft clearly didn't want to get involved in this fraternity infighting.

It was sunset when I was on the airboat, and the sun was shining on the clouds like golden mountains, and the airboat flew between the golden peaks. The view from the window of the airship is magnificent.

Sherlock and Mycroft drank hot chocolate on the deck.

"What's next for you?" Sherlock continued.

"Gotta investigate Arthur the Great." Mycroft took a sip of hot chocolate, "His legends may not be groundless, and time has only passed a hundred or two hundred years, and many things can actually be answered." ”

"Like that sword in the stone?"

When Arthur the Great mistakenly killed a woman, he felt that he was no longer qualified to use the sword in the stone, so he plunged it into the cliff.

Since then, the village where the sword in the stone is located has become a tourist attraction.

Many people tried to pull out the sword in the stone, but in the end they all failed.

"The sword in the stone on the wall of the sword in the stone is fake." "It's really on the sixth basement floor of the headquarters of the Seventh Organ," McCroft said. ”

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, this was the first time he had heard of it.

"But the sword in the stone really can't be drawn."

"It's poured with reinforced concrete, and unless you use a crane, of course it's impossible to pull it out." McCroft said. "When it was taken away, the local government wanted to make it a tourist attraction, so it spent a lot of money to make a replica, and it was not disguised as in the past. Some of the older villagers there actually know about it, but most of them know it. ”

"If you think about it, it's not surprising." Sherlock muttered softly, "How could such a national treasure be left out in the wind and sun." ”

"When the Seventh Agency brought it back, it also wanted to protect this national treasure."

"But then our research found out that the sword was much stronger than we thought. Not only has it gone through a hundred years, but it is still brand new and even sharp.

We believe that an alloy unknown to humans is used on it, so we have been researching it all these years without destroying the sword in the stone, which has allowed us to make a lot of progress in our armor technology.

What's even more interesting, of course, is that none of us can pull out that sword. ”

"You were taken with a stone?" Sherlock asked.

"Attach the stone near the blade of the sword, so as not to destroy the sword.

Originally, we were going to slowly clean the stones around the blade.

But at the end of the cleanup, it was found that the stone around the blade had become a special metal that we couldn't parse at all, and it couldn't be broken at all.

We didn't dare to try to use powerful destructive tools, for fear of destroying the sword in the stone. ”

After a pause, Mycroft whispered thoughtfully, "Now it seems that it may be the embodiment of supernatural powers." ”

He looked up at Sherlock, "Maybe we can split up." ”

"It takes coordination for someone like me to go to the Great Egyptian Empire, and it's more troublesome, and there's a high probability that others won't tell us these secrets.

After all, they're not like the Brotherhood, and they have nothing to do with us.

But you're different, you're just an ordinary person. ”

"It is estimated that only the royal family of the Great Egyptian Empire knows about him." Sherlock muttered softly, "But it's not that easy to reach, and I've heard that there are many terrible punishments there. ”

"Some claims that are just false rumors." "I've read their laws, and if you expose them, just tell them who you are, and I'll use some diplomatic tricks to get you out," McCroft said. ”

"What identity?" Sherlock teased, "A spy from Britannia? ”

"My younger brother, a curiosity-driven researcher of Egyptian culture." "You're a detective yourself, and people won't suspect you," Mycroft said. I'll arrange a case to "attract" you over there. ”

After a pause, he touched his chin and said, "And in fact, some of our investigators actually suspect that the Great Egyptian Empire actually has some special powers that we don't know about. Now it seems that there should be a great possibility. ”

He looked at Sherlock, "You've handled a lot of cases, why didn't the newspapers put your name on them?" ”

"Gregerson said he was afraid that the killer would take revenge on me." "But I think it's even more because the cops are afraid of losing face, and they have to find an amateur." ”

"Society is always like that." Mycroft shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'll find someone to put your detective story up and publish it in the newspaper." The more famous you are, the more secure you will be on the Egyptian side. ”

Mycroft looked at Sherlock and teased, "You're going crazy, aren't you?" ”

With what McCroft knew about Sherlock, his flamboyant personality was too much for others to know how smart he was.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"Whew!"

As they talked, a distant whiner caught their attention.

The hot chocolate they were holding also rippled in vibrations from the whine from far to near.

The sound was ethereal, some like the chirping of a whale.

But here is the air, where do the whales come from?

For some reason, an inexplicable chill rushed from their tail vertebrae to their brains.

Mycroft and Sherlock's eyes froze, and together they turned their heads to look into the distance.

The sun had not completely set, and the setting sun was still hanging in the distance, a dull golden afterglow waving through the clouds.

Faintly, a pitch-black behemoth could be seen flying towards them.

The muffled wheezing whine was getting closer, and just by listening to it, you could tell that it was a behemoth approaching.

Sherlock and Mycroft's breathing froze in unison.

They remained motionless, staring at the clouds.

I don't know how long it took, but the thing finally came out of the clouds.

The cold wind hit their hair and danced, but the chill outside was far less than the trembling in their hearts at the moment.

The volcanic scales shimmered in the setting sun, and the massive claws could easily snatch through the airbags of their empty ship.

And the hideous teeth that grinned slightly seemed to be able to tear open even a warship.

It was a dragon, and Mycroft judged with absolute certainty.

There is no doubt that this monster fits the legendary description of a dragon.

Mycroft had a lot of work on airboats, and he spent a lot of time above the skydome, but he never thought there would be such a thing on the sky.

The invisible coercion emanating from the dragon directly immobilized Sherlock and Mycroft.

And the personnel of the secret agencies inside the airship, needless to say.

The moment the dragon flew out of the clouds, they had lost their breath, their souls trembling.

As it flew over them, the fear in their hearts reached its extreme. Even the brain is racing and thinking about how to leave a suicide note.

Thankfully, the dragon flew over them, ignoring them and heading straight into the distance.

But just as Mycroft thought they were safe, the wind from the dragon's flight sent the airship slammed into one side for some distance.

Standing on the edge of the deck, Sherlock and McCroft both nearly fell into the air.

Thankfully, they were much quicker to react when they ran out of the Brotherhood's underground, quickly grabbing onto the railing at the edge of the deck to stabilize their figures.

After that kind of professional training, their combat effectiveness now actually surpasses that of the vast majority of ordinary people.

After a brief deathly silence, Mycroft gasped.

He looked in the direction of the dragon's departure, its form completely hidden in the fog, and its figure was out of sight.

The dragon's aftermath remained even in their hearts, and the goosebumps on Mycroft's body still hadn't receded.

After a brief silence, Mycroft took a deep breath and murmured in a solemn voice.

"This world is really getting stranger and stranger"

(End of chapter)