"Moriarty.?" Sherlock smacked at the name, feeling a little tongue-twisting.

Then I tidied up my windswept coat.

At the same time, he had to re-examine the identity of the guy in front of him.

By observing expressions, tones, gestures, and clothing, Sherlock is able to guess a person's class.

There must be an extremely obvious difference between the commoners and the nobility, and the natural condescending posture of the clergy is not something that can be pretended by just anyone.

So he had long known that this guy named Moriarty was not an ordinary person, and he was probably a member of a large group of people in the Holy See who had a cardinal archbishop in his family.

But until the moment this maid appeared.

Sherlock was still a little surprised.

What kind of person can make such a person become his own maid.

This girl is only a teenager. And the speed and strength she had just shown had almost reached the limit of what Deacon Badr had been able to show after sacrificing her body!

Moreover, the other party obviously didn't use all her strength, because she could stop her behavior in an instant under such an attack, and this kind of switching between movement and stillness was not something that could be done under normal circumstances.

The thing that makes Sherlock feel even more magical is. The maid seemed to have some excessive respect for the guy who was slumped at the base of the wall. Forehead. Attachment, seeing that his master was injured, he rushed over at once, crying pear blossoms with rain.

If you hadn't dodged that punch just now, a cow would have allowed you to smash it in half, and now you're lying next to someone and looking weak, is it appropriate?

Hey, these upper-class people really don't understand.

"Okay, stop crying." Sherlock reminded with a headache: "This guy won't die for a while, but his hands should be considered burns, if you want to find a doctor, I happen to know one, and the medical skills should be pretty good, but. Forget it"

Thinking of the other party's posture, it is estimated that a whole medical team with all equipment can be called over in minutes, but fortunately, he doesn't talk much nonsense.

If Watson knew that the Holy Son he had been thinking about for the past few days would be equivalent to a 'forget it' here in Sherlock, he would definitely have greeted all the eighteen generations of the other party's ancestors with a very gentlemanly demeanor.

The maid finally recovered from the remorse, sorrow, and self-reproach that filled her mind, and she got up, hesitated, and then took Moriarty in her arms.

Forehead. This picture is a bit incongruous because Moran is a bit taller than Moriarty, so the position in which she holds it is. The princess hugs, which is just right to make her master's body less forceful and avoid involving wounds.

"Thank you, this kind deed will be the greatest thanks!"

Moran bowed slightly to Sherlock, and then didn't say anything more, and trotted away briskly in the direction he came.

In the process, Sherlock saw Moriarty in his arms, and there seemed to be a trace of it finally in his indifferent eyes. uncomfortable

Understandably, letting others see the scene of being hugged by a princess is indeed a bit difficult to accept for a narcissist with a burst of self-esteem.

But Sherlock was too lazy to bother with that, and now he was finally able to find a place to store his luggage.

In the garden villa less than a hundred meters away, His Royal Highness the Holy Son was served by Moran and stripped off his clothes and was put naked into a pool embedded in the ground.

His maid grew up with him since childhood, and things like dressing and changing clothes naturally happen often, Moriarty doesn't care if there's anything wrong with his body being seen by a girl, and Moran will never have even the slightest blasphemy about his master, the two of them are just pure master-servant relationships before and will always be.

In that pool, is the repair solution developed by the Academy of Life Sciences, extracted from a kind of rhizome plant that has spread from hell to the real world, and can be mass-produced after artificial breeding, which can quickly restore human physical damage, without side effects, easy to carry, and will not deteriorate after contact with air.

But

Moriarty has always had a strange heart for the plant that can extract the repair solution.

It's not that he resists the effect of the healing liquid, but he always feels that a plant that lives in hell can have a healing effect on the human body, which seems to be contrary to common sense.

Naturally, he has never been to hell, so he doesn't know what it's like there, but from the depiction in the Divine Comedy, he can know that hell must have a completely different environment and rules from the human world, and what is bred there is definitely a completely different life from human beings.

So. Is it really a coincidence that one creature can repair the body of another creature without any side effects?

Or is there some unknown connection between hell and the real world?

Soaking in the liquid, he felt the pores all over his body exude a warm feeling, some blood seeped out from under the skin, and his burned hands were itchy, which was the feedback of the muscles and epidermis being repaired.

Moriarty rarely had such moments when he could only lie quietly, and in his more than twenty years of life, except for the first ignorant childhood, there was hardly a day of slackness.

As I said before, Moran could feel a kind of fear in his eyes.

Moriarty was terrified

Not for himself, but for the sake of the whole race, he feared that the human world would stand still and lead to doom; But at the same time, he found that he was also afraid of himself.

Because I'm too tired.

On the mental level, he has absolute confidence that he can be a person who is never tireless, but physically he cannot bear it, and his brain, muscles, and organs are consumed at such high intensity, and he expects that he will only live to be 50 years old.

This is one of the reasons why he has to become a contractor because he needs to keep living!

Even in the end, if you have to rely on the extremely complex machines of the Life Science Institute, it is difficult to maintain your life, and you must definitely continue to live, because you can't die before completing the great leap in human society, otherwise. How many years will it take for humanity to meet someone as amazing as oneself?

Humans, we can't afford to wait!!

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