How do you listen to this, how can it have a taste of wanting to cover up.

And......

"I've killed some~'

This answer is also awkward.

It's not that a detective can't kill people, but from Sherlock's mouth, coupled with what he has shown before, it always feels like there are countless strange stories hidden behind this sentence.

Catherine squinted at each other and was silent for a moment; She actually wanted to continue to ask, but as a clergyman of the Holy See, it was impossible to really put down her identity to ask about a civilian's past.

Fortunately, at this time, Sherlock took the initiative to change the subject: "Eh, did you mention it just now...... Reward? ”

"How can the Holy See give it a reward! ...... It should be called a gift! Catherine corrected sharply.

"Of course, dear lady, you are what you say."

Sherlock's smile always seemed to her to be full of hypocrisy. It even took a lot of effort to barely be able to combine the guy in front of him with the figure that turned the tide just now.

But then, she tilted her head slightly,

"So what do you want?" She asked, a tone that was already naturally high to her.

There is no way, behind her is the Holy See, and giving rewards to the Holy See is enough to make anyone feel superior, because the Holy See will not tell you what you can get, but let you say it casually, after all, your wishes can basically be fulfilled by the Holy See, as long as you have that qualification.

But it was such a question that carried the supreme glory that suddenly stopped Sherlock.

Reward...... Do you want to think for yourself?

Seeing the dazed look of the detective in front of her, Catherine thought that he was shocked by the grace of the Holy See, and finally smiled from the bottom of her heart:

"I know it's a bit hard to answer...... But money, power, honor, all right, and even if you want to serve the Light better, I can apply for a church of your own in the suburbs of London! ”

Sherlock didn't speak, but his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and the rain flowed down his cheeks into the stubble that had not been taken care of for a long time.

He hadn't been so embarrassed when he had killed a deacon of the Inquisition Division just now.

Because he feels that things such as money and power are not very attractive to him, in fact, he just likes to catch murderers, solve a few cases, and let his brain not always be idle, that's all.

So ten seconds passed...... Thirty seconds..... One minute......

"Give me some time, I've got to think about it......"

He finally replied.

......

The cumulonimbus cloud in the sky was like a bladder that had been plugged in the urethral opening, and it was finally released, frantically splashing the liquid that had been stored in it for an unknown amount of time.

Under the rain curtain, the battle that almost destroyed half of the street was actually not long, and it was estimated that it would only take five minutes before and after.

After the war, the staff had set up simple tents, and the gas stoves in the tents were lit, and even hot water and food were provided very intimately; Because the wounded, the heavy steam armor, and the clergy could not be hoisted away by the airship, and the supporting convoy would take more than an hour to arrive, they had to be repaired in place for the time being.

Sherlock was sitting in a tent at the moment...... This detective gentleman, who was abandoned on the battlefield at the beginning and no one cared about his life and death, seemed to have suddenly been promoted from cannon fodder to a very valued position at this time.

For the time being, at least, only Catherine and the old priest had tents to shelter from the rain.

And from time to time, some nuns come in with the most professional battlefield medical equipment to examine and treat Sherlock's injuries.

In the planning of the positions of the Holy See, the nuns were generally responsible for the reception between daily prayer and the church in the city, and only a few people with specialized medical training were allowed to go to the war zone. These field nuns were more proficient in almost all baptismal rites and prayer vows than ordinary medical personnel, so they could appease soldiers whose faith had collapsed due to killing or fear, and was considered the highest-ranking position among nuns.

Of course, Catherine's [Judgment Nun] is not counted, but she is a second-order contractor, and she is no longer a grassroots member of the Holy See.

In any case, this kind of treatment is certainly not something that a civilian can enjoy......

Some extremely fine needles and threads ran through the wound on Sherlock's back, although he had only appeared for more than ten seconds just now, but in order to be able to better observe the battle situation on the edge of the battlefield, he inevitably suffered some injuries, but they were not serious, and they were not even paralyzed or amputated, which caused him to feel ...... The nun behind her was a little too careful.

A few times he wanted to remind the other party that he could be rude, and he didn't get a few shots in total, so don't use tweezers when we dig up bullets, how convenient it is to clasp them directly with your hands.

But looking at the fine sweat on the other party's forehead, and the frightened gaze that has not dared to look at him, he is embarrassed to disturb the other party.

After a few more minutes, when the wounds on her body were almost finished, the nun performed a "prostration" to Sherlock in the most humble manner, as if she were facing a clergyman of the Holy See.

It must have been the old priests who had specifically instructed the nun......

Anyway, Sherlock felt embarrassed, and he responded with an embarrassed response to unskilled etiquette: "I'm really bothering you." ”

This sentence made the other party's body tremble, and he subconsciously looked at the other party with panicked eyes, and quickly lowered his head humbly, recited a prayer in his mouth, and withdrew from the tent.

Soon after the nun went out, the tent was lifted again.

This time it was a Papal guard who was not equipped with steam armor.

After entering the door, this person first glanced at Mr. Detective in front of him, there was curiosity and gratitude in his eyes, and more fear, but they were all well hidden, and he just said in a respectful tone:

"Lord Priest...... Please come over. ”

......

......

Lifting the curtain of a tent not far away, Sherlock shook off the rain from his body.

There were some medical equipment piled up inside the tent, some of which even needed electricity to drive, and I don't know where the Holy See guys got the portable energy source.

And in the middle of the tent was a bed, which looked a little nondescript, and the old priest was lying on the bed at this moment, although he didn't look badly injured, but there was a hanging bottle hanging above his arm, and some kind of bright red liquid was flowing down the tube into his body.

"A nutrient solution that can relieve mental stress, reduce pain and so on." Seeing Sherlock's gaze, the old priest reluctantly explained, "Those medical staff always thought that I would die for all sorts of strange reasons. ”

"You're really not old enough to fight." Sherlock smiled and replied, as if he had come to visit an old friend who was bedridden: "So what did you call me for?" ”

The old priest moved back, leaned himself half-back on the bed, and looked the other man up and down again:

"You...... Do you want to be a contractor? ”