[Human, can't wait! 】

It was a sentence that bordered on arrogance to the extreme, but in Moriarty's mind, not even the most insipid ripples could stir up.

Because if we want human society to really move to the next stage, we have to go through a more difficult road.

The opening of the gates of hell laid the foundation for almost all the history and modern thinking of mankind after the first years of the Holy Calendar, and everyone habitually believed that as long as the Holy See remained, it would be impossible for mankind to perish, and that the Holy Light would forever protect this race, which was the foundation of 'life'!

And the existence of the empire and the so-called law can also make the days continue as always, although a little bitter, a little tired, watching those well-dressed rich people enter and exit high-end restaurants will have some psychological gap, but in the end it will not force everyone to jump off the building, this is the foundation of 'life'.

Life and life are already everything that most people are pursuing, no one wants to change, no one cares about the more and more casualties on the front, no one cares about the annual conscription getting more and more difficult, no one cares that the dark clouds and rain in the sky are getting more and more dense, the bankers are becoming more and more scarce because of the acid drop, the growth of trees has gradually failed to keep up with the rate of burning, the river has gradually been soaked with the smell of rancidity, the production of steel is getting less and less, and the frequency of the imperial currency has been engraved from once every two years in the past. It became once a year and four months now, and no one cares. The world is slowly dying.

The world must change!

And change will inevitably bring labor pains!

Unless there is a supreme person who dares to bear the pain of this kind of slander, insult, slander, and the population plummet, economic collapse, and industrial depression brought about by the reforms, all by one person!

And this man will be regarded as the most heartless and notorious sinner in the entire history of mankind!

But he still wants to set off a cruel change!

Even if it seems, it is more like the greatest crime ever committed against all of humanity!

Oh, to put it simply, in fact, it is already impossible to let this crime happen, after all, the government of the Holy See, two old rivals who have been doing it for centuries, cannot let all of the above happen.

The pope of the Holy See and the emperor of the empire could not be fools.

Unless, the Pope and the Emperor are the same person!

"What is that guy doing?" Moriarty asked, soaking in the repair solution, with his eyes closed.

He knew that Moran must be by his side.

"Someone from Intelligence Group 1 called and said Mr. Holmes was carrying his luggage."

Moran was just reporting, but her voice was a little choked, and she couldn't stop crying at the thought of the pain her master had just endured, but she still forced her tone to be normal.

Moriarty smiled gently as always: "You're worried about me"

"Ahh I'm sorry! Mo Lan hurriedly knelt straight on the edge of the pool, her expression suddenly became extremely firm, and she realized that her mentality just now had a faint sign of transcending the relationship between master and servant, which could never be forgiven.

"Hahaha———" Moriarty laughed, "my life is actually quite boring, if you do everything according to what is written on the "Professional Maid Guidelines", I will suffocate to death." ”

“.” Moran didn't dare to answer, she didn't dare to speculate about what her master meant.

"Crying, or laughing, is an expression of inner emotions, you once swore that everything belongs to me, then the true emotions in your heart must also belong to me, so. Don't hold it all the time, we've known each other for almost 20 years, and I want to know your joys and sorrows. The man in the pool said gently.

The girl next to her still didn't dare to guess the meaning of this sentence, but she began to panic inexplicably.

"What do you want to ask me?" Moriarty spoke suddenly.

"Do you hurt?" Moran asked subconsciously, then was stunned and quickly covered his mouth.

"It's a little bit, but it's not in the way" His Royal Highness the Holy Son naturally answered her question: "It's just that I lost a book, and there are still some unfinished things, I want to go and relax for a while, don't be too far away from me"

"Yes!" The girl's tone was still a little shaky, but she didn't quite know what it was, she just felt her brain buzzing warmly.

"By the way, you just said that guy was carrying luggage?"

"Yes." Moran quickly retracted his thoughts: "Mr. Holmes seems to want to move some clothes and household items into that room. With some kind of perception, he will always find intelligence officers to monitor his location, and within an hour, he has changed three groups, and each time he has been blown away, the feedback given there is a little unbearable. ”

Moriarty laughed dumbly.

That guy had just made head-on contact with him, so the security personnel he brought with him would inevitably keep the most intense watch on him.

And their own security personnel are definitely the most elite people selected in the entire Holy See, they even have some ability to penetrate visual barriers, filter chaotic sounds, and even detect the whereabouts of targets from hundreds of meters away, even if they are asked to spy on a clergy, they will never be exposed.

But it's funny that such a group of people were forced to be monitored by that guy.

So, Moriarty burst into one of the most real laughs in the past few days.

"Hahaha——— worthy of being a guy who reads faster than me!"

Mo Lan on the side looked at her with a bewildered expression, and at the same time, she also thought that the man who had only been a contractor for less than two months had dodged her attack so easily, and she always felt extremely strange.

She wanted to open her mouth to warn her master and advise him to stay away from the man, but when she remembered that he had called him a 'friend,' she quickly swallowed back the words that came to her mouth!

Morning.

The heavy snow has no intention of stopping, and the sunlight outside the window can barely penetrate the snow curtain, and it already looks drowsy.

In such weather, even horse-drawn carriages could not walk normally, and most factories were forced to close down, because the fuel consumed would make the boss lose money if the machines were forced to work in this environment.

As a result, today's London has become extremely deserted, and there are hardly a single pedestrian on the street.

Sherlock reluctantly moved a few large boxes into the small room of the library, but in fact, it was quite a habitable place, with good air circulation and soundproofing walls, and the book had already burned, so the only kid who would frequent it probably wouldn't come back.

In this way, Sherlock's temporary stay here for a few days cannot be called 'occupying the common area'.

When the snow stopped, he was ready to go out and find a new place to live, or. Do you want to try again if you can live back at 221 Baker Street?

I don't know what happened to Mrs. Hudson, or else. Go check it out.

Sherlock suddenly felt that he was so hesitant to investigate something, a little too much like his usual style.

And at the same time.

Just outside the British Library, on the long empty street, a figure wrapped in a thick coat walked silently from the snow, pressing his hat on his head to avoid being swept away by the wind, and at the same time pulling out a photograph from his pocket with his other hand.

The man squinted at the picture of a man walking into the British Library with several large boxes, and determined that this person was the person ordered by Pope Theodore to be executed

What's it called?

Zirod ???

Shedick ???

Forget it, I heard that it's just a one-stage contractor.

He didn't quite understand why he had to deal with a first-stage contractor and let himself be an advance force from the front line of the Holy Sect Legion. Maybe it's because I'm passing through London.

In short, the Pope's instructions are just a matter of respect.

So, he put the photo in his pocket, braved the wind and snow, and walked towards the British Library.

(End of chapter)