Moriarty's muscles tensed for a moment, and he subconsciously looked around.

Even this small space is unobstructed as soon as you enter; He knew there could be nothing else hidden in this room, but he instinctively did so.

Because it didn't match the established perception, he couldn't understand why the book had been flipped.

And look at the cortical pages almost exactly the same as the turning arc. The reader at least saw the third page, or in a few minutes

It's impossible!

The only key to this room is in Moran's hand, and no one can enter this room without destroying the solid materials around it, let alone reading that much at once.

In this world, even if a cardinal archbishop is present in person except for the old man, after watching it for a few seconds, he must close his eyes and meditate for several hours to remove the pollution of the evil god from his mind.

It doesn't even have to be cleaned.

Unless someone didn't read the contents, but deliberately turned up a corner of the book, and made the illusion that he had read it

But what's the point?

Moriarty is not sure for the time being, but it seems that this is the only way to explain.

At this point, he exhaled deeply, put aside all the worries and doubts in his heart, and entered the most focused state.

He doesn't have the time to think about that now. I'm going to stare at it.,But the picture book that has been polluted by the evil god.,He doesn't know what's going to happen in a while.,He has to put all his energy in the right place.。。

So, he gently opened the cover of the Divine Comedy, and his gaze fell on the first page.

Right now!

With a bang, the pendant of holy dew on his chest exploded, because in an instant all the dew boiled and evaporated, turning into the hottest gas, breaking through the shackles of crystal; At the same time, Moriarty's entire body, wherever he had touched the Holy Dew, evaporated with a huge amount of white mist, and his eyes were accompanied by a sharp pain that went straight to his brain, making him snort and almost spurt out a mouthful of blood.

However, these physical pains were nothing compared to the fear in the depths of his soul, and even for a moment, he seemed to have experienced a baptism that was a million times more terrible than death, and he felt that only by completely abandoning his reason and completely going crazy could he be liberated.

But!!!

Moriarty couldn't go crazy, and his pride as a son wouldn't allow him to go crazy!

Even in this case, he still maintained the highest level of concentration, even if a mouthful of blood gushed into his throat in his chest, it did not make his body shake a bit.

He just stood quietly, slowly closed the page, and carefully put it back in its original place to finish it, and then he finally sat down on the couch, closed his eyes, and began to recite all the chapters of the Gospel of Light in his mind, over and over again, until the white mist around him dissipated and he was sweating profusely, and finally stopped, and exhaled heavily.

And then

"Hahaha————"

He laughed.

"Hahaha————"

He laughed so presumptuously, he hadn't laughed so much since he was 12 years old! Fortunately, this room is soundproofed, otherwise it will be heard by the maid outside, and I guess I really think my master is crazy.

Just now, he glanced at the drawings on the Divine Comedy.

Although there was only one glance, and his gaze stayed for about 1.3 seconds, he was not crazy, let alone dead, at this moment, he was still sitting in the room with great sanity, everything around him was not distorted, and the Gospel of the Holy Light recited did not turn into a strange murmur.

This proves that you can read this book, and your willpower can carry the pollution of evil gods.

Although there is only one eye, although he needs the protection of a large number of holy dew, as long as there is a first glance, there is a second and third eyes, he is never afraid of the accumulation of quantity, he is just afraid that he will never be able to take the first step.

He was afraid that he would never be able to become a contractor.

Moriarty is a genius, genius in every sense, mathematics, astronomy, physics, theology, politics, military and so on, as long as it is the field that human beings have set foot in, he can almost do it to the extreme, and even if he wants to commit crimes, then the most powerful detective in the world can't help himself, at the same time, he is the Holy Son of the Holy See, and at the level of power, he has reached the peak of the entire empire.

The only regret is that he turned out to be just a 'mortal'.

He has no way to establish any connection with Hell, and naturally there is no way to become a contractor.

It's like a perfect puzzle, but one piece is missing.

Moriarty couldn't accept that!

Of course, the reason why he can't accept it is not because of those ethereal self-esteem and unwillingness, maybe a little unwillingness, but certainly not all.

But because he has a dream, or a mission!

'Humanity should not go on like this, it should not be confined to the war against the devil, it should not live in the shadow of the steam, it should not worship the Light every day, it should not worship other things, it should not be shrouded in confusion and fear, in short, there are too many that should not be

To sum up, you shouldn't stop there! ’

He thought so from a very young age. And he always believed that he was the one who made humanity take a crucial step.

Moriarty knew of course how arrogant this idea was, but he always believed that this was the reason why he was born as a human.

Humanity needs a true savior.

And becoming a contractor is only one part of this difficult road.

He had visited many powerful contractors, and even exchanged several letters with the gods of the Empire.

Although he never expressed his claim, he finally came to a conclusion through some clever methods.

This conclusion is very simple and crude, that is:

The best way to get an ungifted person to connect with hell is to get him close to hell, or even throw him into hell. ’

The obvious way

But everybody knows that nowadays. No one has ever been able to set foot in hell anymore.

Fortunately, there is one thing in this world that has the strongest hellish atmosphere, and that is this book that has been polluted by evil gods, this "Divine Comedy" that was drawn in hell and returned to the world.

It. It's the closest way to hell!

As the minutes ticked by, and another two hours passed, Moriarty was finally able to determine that he was temporarily free from the possibility of falling into madness.

He stood up, pushed open the door, and walked out of the room.

Looking up at a glass on the other side of the hallway, the sky outside the window was gradually getting some morning light, and Moran was still standing in the doorway, maintaining the same posture as before, as if he were a finely carved sculpture.

"Mr. Moriarty, you've been in for 5 hours, please pay attention to your body." She said with great respect, trying to hide the worry in her tone.

Maid Code 21, don't let your emotions affect the master!

Moriarty nodded, then turned around and looked at the book on the shelf with some hesitation.

At this moment, he didn't know how many thoughts surged through his mind, and in the end, it condensed into a faint touch of helplessness and displeasure.

"Someone has been to this room today." He said.

"What?" Moran was taken aback, and thought he had misheard: "But master. This room is impossible"

She knew that as a maid, she couldn't refute what her master said, but she really felt that her master must have made a mistake.

However, the man in front of him just waved his hand slightly:

"I'm not blaming you, the day of Divine Love, though it hasn't been announced yet, is not a secret after all, so I can't go unnoticed about my arrival in London and my stay in Aucklando's Cathedral

This is the first time I've traveled in an official capacity as an adult, and as the Emperor's Transposition Ceremony is approaching, there must be many people who want to get in touch with me.

Coupled with the fact that you've been inquiring about the British Library these days, you should be able to guess what I want to do if someone looks into it carefully.

Therefore, it is not unacceptable if someone finds a replacement for this portkey in advance, or uses some other method to enter this room.

You know, the white-eyed foxes in the council, or the old fellows in the templars, have done whatever it was to get my attention, no matter how unthinkable.

I just think what they did this time was a little too stupid. ”

Moriarty said calmly, although the girl in front of him was only a maid, he almost never showed blame or reprimand in front of the other party.

"Oh, do you have a pen?" He said suddenly.

"Pen?"

"Yes, you can check the fact that people have entered the room, just check it slowly, give me a pen and paper first."

"Good"

Soon, Mo Lan respectfully handed over a pen and a piece of paper, as a qualified maid, she can take out what her master needs at any time.

Moriarty took it and returned to the room.

Followed by

[No one can read it that fast]

He wrote down on a piece of paper a reminder, or a warning

(End of chapter)