His tone was soft, and there was even a little frustration that he couldn't light a cigarette.

But...... But inexplicably reveals a huge arrogance and self-confidence...... In this era when the contractors are becoming the pillars of the empire, the Holy See and the faith maintain the social structure, and the Light and the believers are present in every corner of the world.

He, a mortal who had not yet been canonized by the contractor, a commoner in the lower city of London, and a private detective whose beliefs were not so solid, made the old priest in front of him slightly stunned like this.

Later, the appreciation in the old man's eyes did not weaken at all, and even became stronger: "Your canonization ceremony, I will make a phone call to arrange it for you in a moment." ”

"Uh...... Isn't it a bit fast, I've been quite busy lately. ”

This unobtrusive tone made the appreciation in the old priest's eyes instantly collapse, and he slapped the edge of the bed hard: "Can you pay attention to your attitude, I am a high priest, a clergyman of the Holy See!" Could it be that this kind of thing requires me to bow to you and discuss it?! ”

"Good, good." Sherlock quickly nodded awkwardly.

The old priestess glanced at him, then regained the bearing of a clergyman, and said slowly, "Also, I am going to give you a very good job as a thank you for saving me...... The Sheriff's Association in London needs a detective, a joint body between the Holy See and the government, which usually deals with some demonic invasions, or strange events, and the church sometimes sends some tasks, and ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Sherlock interrupted with a smirk:

"That...... I've been really busy lately......"

"This agency is much stronger than your private detective, and you can directly get the full cooperation of the sheriff and the police department in the city during the mission."

Sherlock scratched the tip of his nose and looked at a broken stone beneath his feet.

"£15 a month, £16 if no accommodation is provided."

"Oh." Sherlock still looked unconcerned.

"And you have the right to see all the case files in the entire city...... If there is any difficult case on the part of the Holy See, I will also ask you for cooperation. ”

Sherlock finally raised his head: "I can also participate in the case involving the Holy See?" ”

"Of course, if your ability is valued enough, there will even be some very difficult, very difficult, very unbelievable cases, if you are just an ordinary private detective in the lower city, it is impossible to come into contact with that kind of case in your life......"

The old priest didn't hide it anymore, and just put on a rogue expression of 'I knew you ate this'.

Sherlock hesitated, then laughed, and put on a flattered gesture without shame.

"Oh my God...... Praise the Light! ”

But then, as if he had suddenly remembered something, he added with a smile in his eyes:

"But first, I'm just interested in the case, and the rest...... I don't care. ”

......

Sherlock stepped out of the tent, and the rain on the long street faded, and in a short time the curtain was lifted again, and Catherine entered.

The nun never seemed to like to be accompanied by attendants, much less to carry an umbrella, so her hair and body were wet when she came in.

However, the rain that flowed on the surface of her skin seemed to be absorbed quickly, as if the dry vegetation had been nourished, and her mental state seemed much better than before.

"Why do you admire him so much?" She said directly.

"Isn't it worth appreciating that a civilian killed a second-order contractor?"

"Deacon Badr died of sacrifice." Catherine said, but after a moment's hesitation, she reluctantly let go of her attitude: "Okay, this detective does have a hand, but is it just because of that?" ”

The old priest lay back on the bed tiredly, but there was still a smile on his lips:

"Of course it's not just because of this..... If I'm not mistaken, this Mr. Detective is undoubtedly a genius. ”

"Genius? Didn't he even have a dream of awakening? ”

"Haha, I'm not talking about talent, but about his personal talent, you were far away at the time, you shouldn't have seen the shots he fired clearly." The old priest closed his eyes slightly, and seemed to begin to recall the unbelievable picture before: "When that guy fired, it was calculated. ”

Catherine was suddenly stunned: "Calculation?!" ”

"That's right, the position, the speed of the bullets, and even the route of Badr's actions, all taken into account.

Moreover, the first shot must have been his early discovery that Deacon Badr was not dead;

He is not yet a contractor, and he certainly can't perceive the change in the power of the abyss in the smoke and dust, so this young man can only judge it by his own way, maybe by reasoning, or by some other way, in short, faster than you, faster than me! ”

As the old priest explained, Catherine's expression became more and more solemn, and he couldn't help but remember that he was standing at the top of the bell tower, looking at the strange figure running below.

It was so weird, it seemed that all the mud and obstacles could not affect his speed, and every leap and landing was so peculiar, like a waterfall falling horizontally, stacking power with power, pushing his body forward in a surging manner.

Could it be that this is also the result of pre-calculation and reasoning?

At this point, she finally looked at the old priest in surprise: "You mean, he's a manipulator-type contractor?" ”

"That's right, like me, he's the type who can manipulate demons from a distance, so as long as his contract creatures aren't so bad, he'll be more accomplished than me in time."

Catherine listened to the old priest's evaluation, and finally nodded unprecedentedly.

Manipulative contractors are rare, as they require strong reflexes, reasoning, calculations, imagination, memory, willpower, and so on...... Maybe their frontal combat effectiveness is not so strong, but their functionality is undoubtedly impossible to reproduce, just by virtue of 'being able to control a demon from a distance of tens of meters, or even hundreds of meters', it has an advantage that others can't match.

But Catherine also knows that the disadvantage of this kind of contractor is that the consumption of the brain is very huge, and the specific reason will be discussed later;

In short, like the extremely strong implementation of Sherlock in the previous battle, the brain must be like an overclocked steam turbine, if it is overloaded for a long time, it may burn the brain directly.

Therefore, it is almost impossible for a manipulative contractor to evolve to the third stage, after all, controlling a large demon must exceed the upper limit of the human brain.

......

And at this moment, next to a ruin outside the tent;

Sherlock didn't smoke, which made her feel a little unpleasant, so she sat casually on a collapsed stone and looked up at the rain falling from the sky.

Dense rain threads entered his line of sight.

One of the drops of rain will fall on the tip of his nose after 0.7 seconds, and then flow down his cheek from the right side, converging with the previous rain and sinking into the edge of his neckline.

The wind in the night was thinning, the temperature was kept at 5 degrees Celsius, and footsteps could be heard sporadically in the distance, and these sounds naturally condensed into some kind of picture in his mind:

Two aftermath personnel from the battlefield were carrying a scrapped armor, one of them was more than 190 centimeters tall, the other had just twisted his left foot, and further away, a wounded soldier had been wailing for more than five minutes, his ankle was completely shattered, and the medical staff over there should be reminded not to bandage it too hard, otherwise the broken bones would be displaced.

There are further ......

A ...... that goes farther

Sounds, rain curtains, breezes, lights, wailing————

The myriad of messages flowed silently in Sherlock's mind.

If Catherine or the old priestess knew that his calculus reasoning ability was not an explosive brain overload, but just a subconscious normality.

I don't know what they'll be shocked about.