In fact, there is nothing to care about in this matter, and it is normal for the Divine Servants to want to eat green beans.

And during the transportation, a soldier lost his arm due to a sudden attack by a demon. Because of this, the fresh ingredients brought back were scattered along the road.

Then naturally we have to send someone back to get it.

The servants of the gods are still waiting.

A scout named Victor stood in front of the ascetic and nodded, he was part of a team of three who had just returned, and a few hours earlier, he had seen his comrade block the bloody jaw of a demon with his arm, and if it hadn't been for this, those sharp teeth would have pierced his neck.

Well, there's nothing to worry about, the most important thing now is to quickly find a few more soldiers and return to the base, as I said earlier. Servants of God, but they are still waiting.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly, he heard a sound of footsteps from the side, and when he turned his head to follow the sound, he saw Sherlock.

In this war zone, they were the first two people to know each other, and when they were still on the airship, Victor wanted to brag to each other that Miss Nightingale had glanced at him several times at the drinking party, but he later found out that in fact, what the girl was looking at was Sherlock.

It's a little embarrassing, but after this period of getting along, no one will care about these troubles.

Seeing Sherlock walking towards him, Victor subconsciously thought that he was coming to comfort him, so he smiled wryly, just about to say something. But suddenly, Sherlock didn't seem to be looking at himself, but over his shoulder, looking at the ascetic behind him.

Although Sherlock has done many extraordinary things, he is just the most ordinary citizen of the empire, not from an aristocratic background, nor a wealthy family, and even he doesn't know what his parents do, so he can only catch criminals and exchange some bounties to survive; And the ascetic in front of him, although he was in rags, could always look down on everyone in front of him with an incomparably arrogant attitude.

Bright clothes may just be to hide stupidity and ignorance, wearing simple linen clothes, naturally not really humble, the servants of the gods serve the light, these ascetics serve the servants of the gods, so from the point of view of identity, Sherlock and the other party have no comparison.

This caused the ascetic to not even look at Sherlock, not caring at all who he was, what he was doing, and why he was staring at himself, until Sherlock walked past Victor with a calm face, and walked unhurriedly in front of him, as if he had finally noticed the man in front of him, and was just about to open his mouth and ask the other party what was the matter.

And the next second.

Bang! There was a muffled sound.

This sound came so suddenly, like the sound of a solid iron ball falling from a high altitude and smashing on the thick snow, there was not a trace of crispness, only a dull one that made people's hearts palpitate, and at the same time it shook everyone's ears with a roar, and countless eyes looked over at this moment, and then. I only felt that the buzzing sound in my ears was getting louder and louder, and it was getting more and more impressive, and finally my whole heart shook.

Because they saw the ascetic being slapped and flew out.

It can't be said to be a fan, because Sherlock straightened his arm and smashed diagonally on half of the ascetic's head, and the huge force slammed his whole person to the ground with an oblique force, and then it was rebounded and flew backwards away, and after hitting the ground, it still rolled with inertia until it hit a parked armored transport in the distance, and then finally stopped.

This is also thanks to the fact that this divine servant has the physical strength of a first-order or even second-order contractor, otherwise now, it is estimated that his brain has been shattered, but even so, half of his face has collapsed, and roughly speaking, at least it will be a shattered skull.

No one could have thought of why such a scene happened suddenly, and the Victor scout, who was closest to Sherlock, stood in place, looking at the ascetic who was still standing in front of him a second ago, and now his skin was broken and paralyzed in the distance, and his whole body trembled, completely giving up thinking.

But under such a scene, Sherlock kept his face calm, just lowered his head and looked at his hand with some doubts.

Well, he actually didn't expect that his strength had become like this, he had been fighting demons for a long time, and he hadn't beaten anyone for a long time, which led to a miscalculation of his strength.

But it didn't matter, he turned his head and looked in the direction of Nightingale, and the two men looked at each other for a moment, and Sherlock gestured apologetically to it, as if to express it.' I've caused you trouble'.

Nightingale didn't know how she understood it, but she immediately understood that Sherlock was saying, 'That guy isn't dead, please save him later'.

So, naturally, she nodded.

Immediately afterward, he watched Sherlock walk to the barracks where the servants and adults were not far away, and without asking for instructions, he lifted the curtain and walked in.

Nightingale is a relatively traditional woman, she will be shocked and frightened when she sees such a picture, but for some reason, she can naturally accept what Sherlock did, and even after making eye contact with the other party, she quickly calmed down.

But just because she can accept it doesn't mean that others can, and after a short silence, the entire convoy fell into absolute panic at once!

That ascetic is a servant of God!

What an identity that!!

And these servants just want to eat some fresh food, it's just that a soldier lost an arm on the way back, but they don't care about the soldier's injuries, they just feel that the fresh food they want to eat is much more important than the stump of a front-line soldier, or even the life.

Well, in fact, these soldiers can't deny that they also have a grudge against those few divine servants, and the comrades who were born and died are actually about the same value as canned food in the eyes of the other party, and the large-scale march of tens of thousands of people is casually interrupted because of some reasons such as bumps, temperature, and some tiredness, which is undoubtedly unacceptable for soldiers who have always adhered to discipline and iron will.

But after all, he was a servant of God, the one closest to the Light, the one who brought the Light to this frozen land for the expedition of mankind.

How dare you offend then?!! Not to mention beatings.

Several people who were more receptive finally came to their senses, held up their weak legs, and hurriedly ran to the barracks, trying to find out the man called Sherlock, these soldiers had a very high sense of worship for this man without military status, after all, the strong should be respected, but it is not okay to offend the servants.

However, just as these front-line soldiers rushed to the door of the barracks, suddenly, several very old veterans appeared out of nowhere, and they stopped in front of these soldiers with unhurried steps.

From the old military jackets on their bodies, it was clear that these people were all from the elite army led by Major General Ulysses, and for a while, the atmosphere in front of the barracks became very strange.

"You guys. . . What for?? The front-line soldiers were stunned and asked subconsciously.

However, several veterans had cold faces, ignoring each other's panic at all, just fiddling with the cigarette case in their hands, or looking at their frozen cracked fingers, without saying a word, but they didn't have the slightest intention of wanting to get out of the way.

Colonel Millsap was far away from this position, but he also knew what was going on, and his mind was completely messed up, after such a long period of contact, he could vaguely feel that Sherlock was a man with some dangerous attributes, but he would never have imagined that he could do such a thing.

Actually. He wouldn't be surprised if he knew what Sherlock had done.

In short, when he felt that the development of things was no longer out of his control, he made an act that all soldiers would do, that is, to report to his superiors quickly, so he quickly turned around and rushed to his barracks, and just pulled the communicator out!

At this moment, a hand full of chapped skin slowly pressed on the communicator switch he had just turned on

Second Lieutenant Millsap's heart suddenly stopped, and he raised his head in shock, looking at Major General Ulysses in front of him, not knowing if he had just walked in or had been waiting here for a long time.

"Sir"

He was the head of the march of the team, and Ulysses was only a security officer, but he still had to put himself on the right face in front of his rank.

Most of the time, the veteran in front of him seemed so gloomy and silent, giving people a feeling that no one was approaching, and after winning the mission not long ago, Millsap felt that the gloom of the other party had reached a peak, and he had to stay away.

However, at this moment, the pale eyes of the old man in front of him seemed to be extraordinarily peaceful, and he just quietly looked at Captain Millsap, and asked softly:

"Do you really want to report what happened here to the military commanders?"

The veteran asked a very strange question.

Millsap was stunned, he didn't understand why the other party asked like this, this is the case, who can hold it down? Of course, report to your superiors.

But

"Think about it, why did my team get the escort mission, why did I mix the itinerary of the servants with the medical team, why did you become the leader of this team?"

The elderly major general asked softly, but seeing that the young officer in front of him was still dazed, he gave the answer word by word:

"Because of the guy named Sherlock, because he has a bad temper"

Sherlock has a bad temper, in fact, this statement is not accurate, he is not irritable, and he is not manic, he even maintained a rational attitude throughout the whole process when he killed the previous emperor, he was just a little crazy.

Reason and madness are not in conflict, and this is what Director Lestrade of Scotland once said of Sherlock, because his actions are not about good or evil, but only about what he thinks or doesn't want to do.

Inside the makeshift barracks, Sherlock walked in, and then slowly closed the door behind him, blocking out the noise and cold wind outside.

It was the first time he had entered this room specially prepared for the servants of the gods, and at each break, the barracks had taken a long time to set up, and looking around, there was a comfortable steam stove, soft sofas, a resting area divided into separate compartments, and even some tea sets.

An ascetic came out, and he heard the voices outside, and now he saw a man who had walked in without permission, and his expression showed obvious displeasure, but he still asked:

"What's going on out there?"

"Oh, nothing, one of your companions is wounded."

"Hurt?" The ascetic was a little puzzled, they were all contractors, and their physical fitness was definitely not that they would be injured if they fell and rubbed their skin, and in this team, naturally there would be no demon attacks, so this person couldn't help but ask in confusion: "How did you get hurt?" ”

"I hit it." Sherlock said lightly.

“.”

There was a moment of dumbness.

The ascetic in front of the meeting stood stupidly in place, and Sherlock smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, I'm not dead yet, I want to meet the gods and servants, can you be accommodating." ”

It's also ridiculous, but the ascetic feels very ridiculous, and now Sherlock, but people can't laugh at all, he just walked into the barracks so naturally, and he politely wanted to see the servant, and even had some apology in his tone, however. The whole person exuded an extremely strange sense of oppression, which made the ascetic in front of him feel that his breathing was a little unsmooth.

"You are not qualified to see the Servant of God."

The power of piety sometimes works, the ascetic quickly suppressed the fear in his heart, he didn't know what the man in front of him wanted to do, but no matter what, he felt that the other party would never dare to be presumptuous in front of the divine servant.

In fact, behind him, the seven divine servants on the other side of the partition door also thought the same way, as long as they were sane people, they all thought like this.

suddenly

"Ahhh——————hhh

A terrible but extremely brief scream suddenly appeared, then abruptly stopped, replaced by a crisp 'click'.

Click~Click~Click~Click~

A few heart-palpitating sounds, the sound of broken bones, came through the crack in the door and fell into the ears of the servants behind the door, no one knew what was happening on the other end, and they never heard the ascetic again, only the sound of footsteps coming unhurriedly.

Squeak

The seven servants watched as the doorknob in front of them turned.

Then the door slowly pushed open.

(End of chapter)