No one saw the man in the carriage, but everyone knew that it was Her Highness the Holy Maiden.

The crowd naturally moved out of the way to the sides, as far as possible out of the long street leading to the church, and on such a sacred festival it was naturally impossible to let the steam armor of the security patrol make noise around, so the monks of the Holy See pulled up a long procession and stood on both sides of the street, erecting a uniform wall of people for the carriages.

In fact, in the eyes of most citizens of the Empire, the Day of Holy Love should be regarded as a festival for the saint alone, because today is her 20th birthday, a turning point for her to move towards another life, and a node to wave goodbye to the past, just like in the story of Cinderella, the protagonist is always the gray-faced girl who lost the crystal slipper, and on the other hand, His Royal Highness the Holy Son seems to have become a supporting role to witness the transformation of the saint.

Finally, the carriage stopped in front of the Oaklando Cathedral, the door slowly opened, and the saint gently took the nun's hand and stepped out of the car.

It was a dress that was whiter and more dazzling than snow, or a wedding dress, or a sacred robe, the skirt of the back placket dragged the ground, but no snowflakes dared to stay on it, the crystal carved crown of the Holy Maiden seemed to have some kind of magic, so that its whole body was shining with divine light, although the crown hung a thin layer of light veil, waiting for His Royal Highness the Holy Son to take it off with his own hands, but the breeze blew, and the faint glimpse of the light veil after it was raised, you can also feel the beautiful face under the light cover.

Unlike the men, who were afraid to make too casual noises because of their status and demeanor, they could only look at the distance with amazement and reverence, but the girls began to whisper excitedly, and said that if one day they could step down from the carriage so beautifully, they would have no regrets even if they died.

In the crowd, a very conservatively dressed girl was also watching this scene from afar.

"Your Highness is so beautiful," she murmured.

The girl's voice was nice, but she didn't know what it looked like, for she was wearing a mask, like some patient who had sneaked out of the hospital for the Day of Love, and she was wearing a less conspicuous winter coat that obscured most of her figure, and a cute, but very thick, plush hat on top of her head.

But the eyes that only leaked out, after being occasionally swept by a person next to them, aroused a moment of surprise:

How can there be such beautiful eyes in the world.

"Hmph, what's so nice to look at, it's just that it's just beautifully dressed." A little girl beside the girl muttered a little displeased, her age was estimated to be sixteen or seventeen years old, but with an arrogance that no one looked down on: "If you have the ability, let her take off the veil and compare with Miss You." ”

"Alright." The girl next to her smiled bitterly: "It's not good to say that Her Highness the Holy Maiden is here, if those monks in the front row hear it, they will definitely arrest you and whip you!" ”

"I'll tell you the truth." The girl still looked unconvinced, but her voice was very honestly lowered: "Actually, it's nothing to look at, let's hurry up and get down to business, the president of the London Medical Association heard that you were coming, and he didn't dare to close his eyes for two days, and if he didn't go, I didn't dare to guarantee that his old arms and legs would not be paralyzed on the bed. When the time comes, you will have to work hard to save him. ”

The girl sighed weakly, thinking that her maid was good at everything, but she was too good at chattering, so she had to reluctantly take one last look at the saint who was walking to the steps of the church, and then she was dragged out of the crowd.

There was a long staircase in front of the Cathedral of Oaklando, and Her Highness walked slowly upward, and the people on both sides bowed their heads in the most sincere respect, in fact, if the coronation had not begun, they should all have bowed down at this moment.

"Oh my God, oh my God!! Ahh!!hhhh ”

Ms. Mary desperately suppressed her voice, her left hand smashing Watson's two fingers indiscriminately, and her right hand pinching Mark's thigh, the two of them bared their teeth in pain.

"Holy Maiden! O saint!! ”

As an old virgin who has never kissed, her longing for the saint can reach a level that a man cannot understand, and she would rather deduct three days' salary to follow the security team to take a closer look.

And the priest Thompson next to her is relatively quiet, but the pendant of the sunflower in his hand has been trembling, and he is reciting the scriptures quickly in his mouth, as the group of people with the highest concentration of piety in the whole of London, although there is no way to see the Pope in person, but it is also a great honor to see the Holy Son, even if he can't see the Holy Son, then seeing the Holy Maiden is not in vain to live this life.

He was really desperately persisting now, otherwise, he would have recited the "Gospel of Light" aloud a long time ago, rushed to the steps and kowtowed to the Holy Maiden.

And that's when .

Her Highness the Holy Maiden, who had been walking slowly, suddenly stopped.

She turned her head sideways, then looked in the direction of Whitethorn Security. Since the staircase in front of the church is not too wide, the distance between them and the saint is only a few meters.

Mary was almost crying out with excitement, the saint was looking at me, looking at me! And Priest Thompson's legs were trembling, he was the one who had been hand-picked by the Holy Light, and he seemed to feel the Holy Light shining on him!!

And under the thin curtain, a pair of eyes loomed, and it was impossible to see the emotion.

"I'm sorry."

A soft apology.

Whispered from the mouth of the saint.

“.”

“.”

On the White Thorn side, time suddenly stopped.

"It's okay." Sherlock hesitated for a moment, then responded with a smile.

Her Highness seemed to be relieved at last, and turned her gaze to walk steadily towards the church again, and entered the bronze door, where she went to prepare for the next ceremony.

He stopped for a moment, and although he was noticed by some people, no one knew why, and soon no one cared.

Only the people from the White Rose Security Company looked at Sherlock one by one with shocked, stunned, and extremely complicated eyes, but they didn't ask anything, maybe they didn't know how to ask, or even dared to ask, anyway, they just looked at it blankly.

Watson, who was on the side, had a thoughtful expression: "Could it be that Her Royal Highness the Holy Maiden is really Sherlock's landlord?" ”

Although the scene just now had clearly verified this possibility, he already felt unacceptable, so he muttered, and his gaze subconsciously swept towards the crowd.

Suddenly, he was stunned for a moment.

For in the crowd he seemed to see a very tattered figure, half of his face hidden under a shabby hat, and the same ragged clothes, with one side of the empty cuffs.

But in that moment, when Watson tried to look for the old beggar again, he found that he had disappeared without a trace.

It's as if the visual remnants of a night suddenly appeared at this moment.

(End of chapter)