The city of London has a resident population of 600,000, of which at least 590,000 struggle every day.

They are entangled in work, making money, life, children, daughter-in-law, alcohol, weather, horse manure, asshole, prison sentence, etc.

And tonight, two of the 590,000 people are the most entangled and distressed.

First, he is the Holy Son of the Holy See, the future candidate for the Pope, the savior of amazing talents, and the protagonist of the Day of Love.

The second is the Holy See Saintess chosen by the Holy Light, the luckiest woman in the world, who is destined to be a noble identity for a lifetime when she is not born, and another protagonist of the Day of Holy Love.

They will be the focus of the entire empire for the next few days, if not months, but at this moment, no one can understand their emotions

"Master, the ceremony venue of the Day of Divine Love is set at Aucklando's Cathedral, the time is 12 noon sharp, the climate in London is a bit gloomy compared to other cities, so the noon sun will be particularly precious and beautiful."

In the villa, Moran smiled and said to the man in front of the window, her smile was incomparably bright, and she was like the usual cold maid, and then, her eyes fell on the two sets of clothes in her hands:

"These two outfits are so hard to choose!

The robes were brought all the way from Jerusalem and were the same style you had when you attended the Holy Parish Celebration, but in a more vibrant colour scheme.

But this suit is also good, maybe some of my personal shallow cognition, I think at the wedding, you wear a suit, must be the most"

She said, but suddenly closed her mouth embarrassedly, she probably wanted to say adjectives like 'handsome', but she didn't feel that it matched her master's identity.

Moriarty stood at the window, looking at the other side of the garden, the glittering light from the window of the church, and he knew that it was for the celebration of the Day of Divine Love, and that the workers were working all night to decorate it, and that tomorrow morning the church would be one of the grandest and most splendid in all of London.

"You seem happy." He asked suddenly.

Moran also looked at the two pieces of clothing in his hand, and after hearing the master's question, he immediately nodded: "Of course!" Tomorrow is the day of Sacred Love, and you can finally meet Her Highness the Holy Maiden! ”

As she spoke, she seemed to subconsciously raise her head, wanting to look at the stars in the sky, and a certain yearning for happiness appeared in her eyes: "Her Royal Highness the Holy Maiden must be a beautiful woman, she should be the same age as you, have a happy family, be good at cooking, have a gentle personality, like flowers, and her voice is like a bird, listening to it can make people feel like a spring breeze."

Moriarty was silent for a moment, thinking of when he was very young.

At that time, Moran was also very young, before she met herself, she was an orphan without parents, begging for a living, outside her dilapidated mud house, there was a large field of beautiful wildflowers, all of which were unnamed species, and at that time she always seemed to want to practice a good song, because a beggar with a good voice can always attract more attention, and her dream is to have a good cook, because she wants to make her hard-won food more delicious.

However, she has no talent for singing, and her cooking skills have always been terrible, and even those wildflowers that are carefully raised will wither after a heavy snowfall.

And after meeting herself, she has been by her side, and the things she once longed for have never been mentioned again.

"Have you ever liked someone?" Moriarty asked again without a trace.

"What?" Moran froze for a moment.

She never seemed to think about it.

The man with the glasses didn't continue to ask, maybe he didn't care, maybe he knew the answer, anyway, he just looked at the church not far away.

Until a long time later,

"I want to go to bed early today." He said lightly: "You go and tidy up the room and get a new quilt." ”

Moran was slightly surprised, because in her memory, the master rarely seemed to sleep so early, but when she thought that tomorrow might be an extremely busy day, she quickly nodded:

"Yes, master."

As the personal maid of His Highness the Holy Son, she was naturally comfortable with making the bed and folding the quilt, and after 5 minutes, she returned to the study.

"Master, it's already packed, you can go to bed whenever you want."

Moriarty took one last look out the window, then slowly turned around and walked to the door of the room.

But just as he walked in front of Moran, he suddenly stopped.

"What is the first rule of the maid's rule?"

"The master's orders are above all else!" Moran replied subconsciously.

But she didn't know why her master suddenly asked her this.

I don't know why the owner suddenly hugged him

She didn't know anything anymore.

She felt that the whole world was deprived of sound, she felt that the tired body was attached to herself, the heartbeat passed through her chest, as if sharing a beat with herself, she smelled the familiar smell, she touched the familiar temperature, she was stupid, extremely frightened, staring, but she didn't dare to make any movement, in a daze, she felt a wet mark across her cheeks, but she didn't know if it was her own or the person in her arms.

Finally, at the last moment when she could barely think.

She only remembered that she seemed to be. Possessed a kiss

The sun shines through the clouds, and the snow is like a quadrillion of tiny mirrors, reflecting London in a holy white.

The green trees around the Oaklanddo Cathedral are covered with a layer of frost, and they are as beautiful as the jade trees of the Qiong Palace. It is hard to imagine that in the same field of vision, there can be so many senses, noble, elegant, holy, solemn, gorgeous, romantic, and so on, let alone imagine, so many senses, the main color is just a simple white, and it is incomparably harmoniously combined.

It has to be said that the architectural designers trained by the Holy See have reached a level of control over beauty that is beyond the reach of normal people.

As the main venue of the Day of Holy Love, in addition to solemnity and beauty, there must also be the strictest security measures, and White Thorn, as the security management agency of London, must participate in the security deployment of the venue at this time.

Watson stepped on the snow, walked over to Sherlock, and then frowned at his long trench coat, which was obviously outdated, and couldn't help frowning:

"This is the best image you can present in a formal setting?" His tone was full of incredulity.

"Certainly not the best."

Sherlock didn't know where to take out a wooden comb, carefully combed his hair, and then solemnly put on his hat and straightened his collar.

"It's now."

As soon as the words fell, I heard some exclamations and exclamations around me, and people invariably began to look at the other side of the long street, and some even covered their mouths excitedly.

Sherlock and Watson followed these lines of sight in that direction.

I saw a team of white-clothed nuns facing the sun, bowing their heads reverently and reciting prayers in the snow-covered road, and a carriage slowly drove in the crowd, which was like a scene peeled out of a fairy tale

(End of chapter)