A heavy black car drove slowly through the streets of London, this car did not have a license plate, but posted a lion and eagle with wings spread in the upper right corner of the windshield, on the map, this sign represents the administrative body of the ancient Roman law city, more clearly, the imperial government.

Sherlock sat alone in the back seat of the spacious, soft car, looking out the window at the familiar street scene and the pedestrians who saw the car and immediately moved out of the way, which was both amusing and embarrassing.

Because just half a year ago, he had just rushed into the ancient Roman city and demolished several streets of them, and it was estimated that the bullet shells collected that night and sold scrap iron could earn dozens of pounds.

This behavior is obviously a slap in the face of the imperial government, and he was sent to a blood prison for it.

But now, he came out intact, not only that, but he was respectfully invited to these two cars with strong imperial government emblems to meet the new emperor of the empire.

This kind of situation is estimated to be only written by the worst third-rate.

The car slowly drove into the courtyard of the London City Hall.

Sherlock was a law-abiding citizen of London who had never been in before, but it was familiar.

In the short journey from the courtyard gate to the official residence, he could clearly distinguish the guards who were overt and covert, as well as some soldiers with a distinctly Royal Bureau of Investigation style.

Normally, London City Hall would not have had such a face, but now it has such a tight defense because yesterday, the Emperor Franklin himself came to London.

Mr. Franklin was not a traditional politician, he was born as a promoter of new energy sources, and his main merit in becoming the new leader of the imperial government was derived from this.

Therefore, as the first city to popularize new energy, London must come to it in person.

In the conference room on the fifth floor of the city hall, Mr. Franklin, whose hairline was rising, was listening to the report carefully prepared by the newly appointed director of the urban power bureau, and in front of him was a stack of prohibitively thick documents, one of which the emperor himself was flipping through, his brows and eyes sometimes stretching and sometimes furrowing with the words on it, and watching the officials around him stunned.

This is not to blame them, try to ask the entire history of mankind, which king did not just sit in the bright and magnificent hall, to listen to the summary report of the relevant departments, in order to plan and make decisions, but now the emperor in front of him, actually looked at this kind of boring documents in person, what is even more incredible is that he actually understood, and what is even more incredible is that he still puts forward some opinions on these documents from time to time!

Instead of giving orders or establishing new targets, the emperor really made very feasible proposals, and judging by these suggestions, the emperor understood their work better than the staff of the relevant departments.

"The transmission of electricity does not need to be too much about heat dissipation and volume like steam, and only needs to avoid key water sources, so the line can be buried deeper into the ground, leaving more space for surface buildings."

"Don't just have one energy supply in the city, a large city like London needs at least four power supply stations, and there is no need to consider the cost of repairs, and the electricity is significantly more durable than those steam pipes that are subjected to high temperatures all year round."

In the conference room, Mr. Franklin put down the papers in his hand and began to speak quickly and confidently to the rest of the government officials, his tone heavy and low, but unusually clear and powerful, and there was a kind of gentleness that characterizes scholars.

This kind of bearing, which is extremely unusual among the top political leaders, made the tension around them dissipate slightly, and even the service maids who were adding water to these officials in the middle of the meeting dared to quietly glance at the new king of the empire, and were even surprised to hear the other party say 'thank you' to herself.

Twenty minutes later, the boring, but shocking meeting ended, and several London city officials saluted respectfully, and then gradually receded, and a handsome-looking old man dressed as a butler entered the room, and then whispered a few words in the Emperor's ear, Franklin rubbed his somewhat tired shoulders, but a clear smile overflowed with the connection:

"I really don't have to change my clothes, isn't this robe too formal?"

"Of course not, Your Highness, and as far as I know, Sherlock. Mr. Holmes is a man who cares no about etiquette at all, and I heard from the receptionist in the front room that he had come to visit you this time, and his shirt looked like it hadn't been washed in a few days. ”

Accepting the Emperor's invitation, but not even changing a new garment, is enough to be called disrespectful to a king, but when he thinks of what Sherlock has done in the past, Mr. Franklin not only does not displease, but laughs more heartily:

"Well, don't keep our guests waiting too long."

In the living room on the second floor, Sherlock held a delicate cup of tea, looked at the rippling clear tea, and sighed in his mouth, this kind of tea is too bland, for him who is used to the inferior cigarettes like blues, it is like boiled water.

Fortunately, a staff member approached and briefly paused his gaze on his dress, but did not show any surprise, but led him into an office with great respect.

And here, for the first time, Sherlock saw with his own eyes the imperial king that he knew and stranged to himself.

I say that I am familiar because I have done many things related to each other in the past two years, whether it is from the crime investigation of the Academy of Life Sciences, or the direct entry into the ancient Roman city to end the life of Augustine the Great.

And the stranger is because after such a long time, Sherlock has never really seen each other, let alone said a word to each other.

At this time, these two men who are twenty years apart in age meet in this environment, and the moment they meet each other's eyes, there are countless strange meanings filled with it, but no one can say anything.

Eventually, it was Mr. Franklin who broke the trap with a smile: "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Holmes." ”

"Of course, Lord Franklin."

Sherlock responded, his tone showed a rare hint of politeness, but after all, the other party was the emperor of the entire empire, and a commoner did not bow to the ground at this moment, let alone bow to the ground, if this scene was seen by others, he would have condemned Sherlock on the spot.

However, in this room where there are only two people, no one cares about these details, the two people just take a few steps towards each other and .

A commoner from the lower city, at the same time as a top decision-maker of the imperial government, stretched out their hands and shook each other forcefully and meaningfully.

"Thank you for everything."

Franklin Road.

Sherlock smiled slightly, and couldn't help but think.

The meaning of this thank you is really complicated

(End of chapter)