The rain gradually stopped.

The processing of the battlefield was also nearing its end, and half an hour later, the distant roar came from far and near, and Sherlock saw two steam locomotives, which were not very common in everyday life, drive into the block.

The steam locomotive was heavy and massive, made entirely of brass and synthetic metal, with twelve thick exhaust pipes in the back that were almost constantly spewing hot air, and during the Second Demon Invasion, it was responsible for the transportation of personnel and ammunition for short distances, and was sturdy enough that it sometimes even joined directly into several rows to act as makeshift steel trenches.

However, after the demon tide receded, there was a lot less use for these big guys.

As the locomotive slowed down, the gates in the back of it opened, and the medical facilities inside could be seen to be much better than those in the tent, and a dozen or so medical personnel rushed down, and the trained crowd around Catherine and the high priest into one of them.

Sadly, the more seriously injured papal guards were all crammed into several other cars, and the interior seemed to be empty, like a large shipping container...... Sherlock even felt that it was not as comfortable as hiring a few horses and a raft to drag these wounded people away, at least it was so breathable.

But it doesn't matter, the guards are consumables, and maybe their value is not as high as the steam armor they wear.

The rest of the matter was all expected.

The doors slowly closed, and the transporter drifted away with the noise of the steam turbines, and in the whole process, only a few sharp-eyed people noticed Sherlock sitting on the edge of the battlefield, but they only dared to cast some surprised glances, but they did not dare to say more.

A very cold ending:

A fairly outstanding civilian helped the Holy See solve a case, if for others, this should be regarded as an opportunity, at least they can get a lot of wealth from it, if they are smart enough, they can even start a good enough route to serve the Holy See, starting from a grassroots monk, little by little to climb to a priest, and even a sacrifice, and from then on worry-free food and clothing, and be admired.

But none of this was what Sherlock was expecting...... So he didn't follow the heavy steam locomotive, but still sat on the ruins of the long street, waiting for the morning light to fill the sky.

......

The morning fog wasn't so heavy because of the overnight rain, but there was still billowing steam pouring out of the exhaust outlets and underground pipes of those factories.

Sherlock groaned and stretched his muscles, then lowered his head and looked at the two letters he was holding.

One of them was given to a monastery on the outskirts of London, where Sherlock was supposed to perform a canonization ceremony for the deed.

As for the second one, it is a letter of recommendation from the [Public Security Duty Department].

The noise gradually rose, the huge separation walls on both sides of the long street were carried away, and the evacuated people gathered back one after another, looking at the blood that had not yet had time to be cleaned, and the destroyed buildings, looking frightened or excited, and the government's security personnel were busy reassuring them, indicating that the Holy See would make up for the losses as soon as possible, and perhaps in a week or two, all the damaged buildings would be restored.

But...... A week or two!

Sherlock looked at his hard-earned cheap apartment and rubbed his brow in pain. If the landlord finds out that it all started in the house he rented to him, then he definitely doesn't want to go back to live there...... It is estimated that there will be a loss fee.

So, the safest thing to do now is to ...... Hurry up and take the opportunity to change your accommodation.

But Sherlock was lazy, and he knew Baker Street well enough to move to another neighborhood. Turning his head slightly, he moved his gaze to the other side of the long street———— and farther away, there were several apartment buildings standing in front of each other, and it seemed that there was no damage on that side.

"I'll go to the monastery and see what the canonization ceremony is like, and when you come back, find a new place to stay."

Thinking so, he got up and walked out of the long street.

......

A carriage drove past the meadow, and the morning light did not last long before it was defeated by the billowing smoke from the factory and retreated into the clouds again.

People always have to live, and since those thick smoke represent wages and jobs, then comfortable sunshine and breeze are not fart.

At half past seven o'clock in the morning, on the outskirts of London, a monastery with a modest name stood among the grass, and its walls were supposed to be made of gray mountain rock, which did not look as grand and bright as the churches in the city, but it occupied a large area, and it was supposed to be used as a temporary garrison for the Holy Army in times of war.

In front of it, in the courtyard, you can see a statue......

A warrior in old-fashioned steam armor, armed with a long, cumbersome knife, stabbed into the throat of a demon.

Although the details of the carving are not so exquisite, everyone knows the identity of the statue.

General Dante Aliquieri———

It is hard to imagine that a person can carry the respect and love of hundreds of millions of people in the entire empire, and the existence of a person can give mankind a sense of security like a god, just like as long as this elderly general is still alive, then it is impossible for mankind to be defeated by demons, and the world will continue to function as always.

Sherlock still vividly remembers that when the Holy See consecrated the Emperor a few years ago, Dante appeared on the front page of all the newspapers as a witness, and it was rumored that the Pope was a little unwell that day, so when he stood next to his old man, his body was a little rickety.

As the carriage came to a halt, Sherlock stepped out of it, paid the money, and bowed to the statue with the coachman.

This is a habit that almost every citizen of the empire has long developed......

After that, he turned and walked towards the gate of the monastery; In the distance, a nun can be seen standing in front of the wooden round arch, as if she has been waiting for a long time.

"Name?" As she approached, the nun asked with a gentle smile.

"Sherlock. Sherlock holmes. ”

Upon hearing this name, the nun bowed slightly and made a common etiquette among the devout believers of the Holy See:

"So Mr. Holmes...... Please come with me. ”