Sherlock walked into the room

It was the first time he had seen a servant of God.

He saw a man prostrate on the ground, supporting his body with his hands, looking up at the front of him, and his undeveloped legs, like that of a baby, protruding from under the golden robe, with delicate skin that looked miserable and strange; Someone stares at himself with the only remaining eye; In some cases, the tooth marks are turned outward, and the yellowed teeth are full of gaps caused by stunted growth.

These servants seem to have lived in the temple where no outsiders would enter for a long time, and they have no barriers between them, they eat together, they sleep together, and now, they are also huddled together, like a strange little group that has been rid of foreign objects.

Sherlock looked at the twisted bodies. If he saw such a group of people on the streets of London, he might have a little sympathy, but now, he didn't have any emotions, just moved a chair casually, sat in front of the pile of seven people, sorted out the collar that was a little turned up because of the action just now, and suddenly found some blood splashes on his fingertips, so he reached out and pulled a thick cloak embroidered with gold silk from the hanger on the side, and wiped it casually.

"Who are you?"

In front of him, a shrill voice sounded, and the person who spoke was a relatively old god servant, whose body looked no different from ordinary people, only a little thin, but the distance between the eyes was very wide, and the eyes were also a little protruding.

"You can call me Sherlock."

"What are you doing here?" The servant continued.

In fact, it is difficult to guess the mood of these people at this moment, according to their cognition, they must not be able to understand why this person dares to break into this door so irreverently, and sit in front of him so casually.

But after all, they are only physically disabled, and most of their IQs are normal, seeing that the other party did not rush over like a beast that has lost its mind and continue to use violence against him, he is a little relieved, it seems that this guy only dares to attack those ascetics, and he is still afraid of his noble status.

Therefore, they did not question, scold, let alone scream and panic, still adhering to the noble style that a divine servant should have, waiting for the soldiers outside to rush in, drag this madman out, and then deal with it in accordance with military law.

Oh no, this is not something that can be solved by military law alone, after all, this man's behavior is already a great disrespect for the Holy Light, and he should be hung up and burned in a blazing fire until all his bones and muscles are charred, and then the sins in his body can be washed away.

But the guy in front of him didn't know if it was because he didn't realize the great crime he had committed, or because he was looking for death, anyway, he couldn't see his panic at all, so he just continued with a calm face:

"It may sound offensive, but I have to admit that I hate you.

Whether it is the appearance, the voice, the behavior, or the lofty face, in short, it is disgusting to look at, it is obviously a lump of cow dung, but he forcibly put on a layer of good-looking clothes for himself, and wants to hold gold.

But you are not gold, for gold does not ooze disgusting juice, nor does it stink.

Well, long story short.

I know that killing a divine servant will cause a lot of trouble, so I don't kill anyone, you all go out now, whether you use it to walk or climb, and apologize to everyone you can see outside, just apologize is enough, and I will forgive you, how about it. ”

Sherlock said solemnly, and when he finished speaking, he spread his hands in a friendly manner, as if to say, 'You see, I'm a pretty good talker, am I?' ’

However, the servants in front of them all stood in place one by one, no one moved, let alone spoke, and they didn't know whether they were frightened or didn't understand what the other party was trying to say.

If you want a high-ranking servant to climb out and apologize to everyone you see, let's not talk about how unrealistic this idea is, just about apologizing.

What apologies?

What happened and you need to apologize yourself?

The seven people in front of him seemed to be unable to keep up with their train of thought, and before they had time to show anger in their eyes, they were filled with doubts first. After a while, I finally turned my attention to the words that the other party had just said with obvious humiliation.

Cow dung, disgusting, stinking

These servants were invited by the high-ranking generals of the Imperial military to leave the temple and come to this battlefield on the grounds of the survival of the human race, the war with the demons, and the future of the entire race, and they should be absolutely respected in every way.

Therefore, in the face of such ridicule and humiliation, their already distorted faces became even more ugly, and their eyes naturally showed an extremely resentful look, humiliating the dependents of the Holy Light, the sin is unforgivable!

And that's when .

There was only a creak, the sound of the barracks door being pushed open, and it seemed that soldiers had already arrived, so the seven men looked at Sherlock with even more gloomy expressions, as if they were looking at a dying man. Soon, with the sound of the door shaft turning again, the partition door in front of him was pushed open.

However, what made these servants a little puzzled was that it was not a fully armed, nervous-looking soldier who came in, and there was only one person who walked in, this person was wearing a neat plain suit, blonde hair, and extremely handsome, compared with these ugly-faced divine servants, it was almost to the point that people were jealous and wanted the other party to die quickly, and this person did not carry a weapon, nor did he show the slightest panic, but walked in unhurriedly and stood by Sherlock's side.

Okay, this is a battlefield, and there are many strong people in the army, and a third-order grand contractor came to deal with this kind of thing, which is naturally more decent than a group of people with guns and rushing to this room and shouting.

A divine servant was quite satisfied with the military's handling of the situation, but still maintained his due majesty and pride, and rebuked in a deep voice: "What are you waiting for, hurry up and press this guy out, he just offended the Holy Light!" He humiliated with filthy words."

Before he could finish speaking, suddenly, he himself shut up.

Because he found that the man who had walked in was looking at him with a look of great contempt, and it felt like he was looking at a lump of ugly cow dung, which was also disgusting, and he was almost holding his breath in disgust.

Unlike Sherlock, he didn't like the disposition of these divine servants, but Watson was really the most naked, the most heartfelt disgusting of these people, he liked beautiful things, but he was definitely not a pure seeker of appearance, and in the face of those who were disabled, he could always see some beautiful brilliance of strength and kindness in those miserable and tired bodies.

But in the face of these divine servants, he can only see the ugliness, from the inside out, there is no dead end that makes him feel disgusted!

"What did you tell them?" Watson took a step back and measured his body a little more, as if trying to keep himself away from the men.

"I told them to go out and apologize to the guys outside." Sherlock shrugged his shoulders and replied.

"Apologize?"

"Yes, what else can I do, you look at the bodies of these people, they are all wastes in the real sense, they can't do anything on the battlefield, all they can do is to apologize, as for really killing a few to vent their anger, although it is not impossible, it is likely to cause trouble to the people in the team, so forget it?"

Look, as I said before, Sherlock is a very rational person, right, he asked the servants to apologize, instead of digging out their brains, which has fully proved this, but I can hear it, but if killing the servants will not cause trouble to others, then these guys in front of them are estimated to have become paralyzed corpses by now.

No one knew who the guy who just walked in was, but the two of them were so grandly in front of several divine servants, discussing the topic of whether to kill them, and the tone was calm as if they were discussing what the canned food tasted like tonight, in this context, calm would give people more terrible pressure, finally, there was a divine servant who was a little out of breath, he wanted to stay away from these two madmen, but the only exit was behind the other party, and he couldn't break the board of the barracks and rush out, can only roar angrily:

"Someone! Soldier! Guard!!! ”

However, no one responded to him, and even the two people in front of him completely ignored the somewhat hysterical servant, and were still discussing with themselves:

"Our trip has been delayed for several days, the advance force has been dying, and the longer the delay, the more people will die."

Watson's tone was a little heavy, but there was nothing he could do.

"Yes, it really takes these divine servants to do it in person to establish the Holy Light, so that at least those soldiers can feel that this expedition has always been within the blessing of the Holy Light, and spiritual support is also quite important compared to ammunition and rations."

As he spoke, Sherlock turned his head sideways, looked at the nervous servants in front of him, and smiled helplessly, as if he was glad for these people Although the other party was very unlikable, it still had some use value after all.

Immediately after, he looked at Watson again: "How did you get in?" ”

"Walked in."

"No, I mean, it's been so long, and no soldiers rushed in and dragged me out, so there must be someone guarding the door, right?"

"Hmm." Watson nodded: "A few people under Major General Ulysses blocked the door of the barracks, haha, speaking of which, those veterans have long looked at these guys unpleasantly." ”

Sherlock, of course, had already thought of this possibility, and dared to let himself alone with the servants of the gods, and also prevented others from entering, and in this team, only Major General Ulysses was left.

He didn't just think of this, but also some deeper possibilities, and after he injured two ascetics, directly threatening the safety of these divine servants, but still no one came in to stop him, but Watson was let in, he confirmed this again.

So, he suddenly laughed, and turned his head to look at the divine servants:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I suddenly realized that my actions were a little radical, and I apologize to you now."

“？？？”

The whole room, including Watson, couldn't help but be stunned.

What's going on? Why was he still discussing how to kill these people just now, and now he suddenly started to apologize?

This guy really has a brain problem.

However, in the eyes of the servants of the gods, this change is good after all, at least it seems that the madman named Sherlock in front of him has finally regained some reason.

"It dawned on me that you had come all the way to the front line to bring the Light to this barren land, right?" Sherlock really asked apologetically.

"Of course." Hearing that the other party finally mentioned the holy light, one of the divine servants led by him became proud again in an instant, and said with his head slightly raised.

"Yes, the Holy Light is the ultimate guarantee for the survival of mankind, and what you are doing is for the future of mankind and for the victory of the war."

Sherlock lowered his eyes, as if he was talking to himself, and this kind of action made several divine servants more sure that the other party finally realized his offense to the Holy Light, and thus had some remorse, which made the resentment in their hearts even stronger, thinking, offense is offense, can it be that they suddenly realize that they are wrong, and they can make up for it?

can be in the next second.

"In this case, let's not waste time here, as I said just now, the longer the time drags on, the more people will die, so I will find someone to report to the chiefs of the war zone in a while, and I will say that several divine servants resolutely gave up the safe marching route because they couldn't bear the blood of the front-line soldiers, and took the initiative to apply to go to the most dangerous advance army position to bring the holy light to the place where it is most needed!"

"What ?!!"

A servant's mind went blank for a moment, and then he asked a little dazedly:

"What. Voluntarily abandon a safe marching route? When did we give up? ”

After listening to Sherlock's words, Watson thought for a while, and then nodded with satisfaction: "Well, this proposal is very good, if the servants of the gods take the initiative to apply to follow the advance army and go to the forefront of the battle against the demons, it can undoubtedly boost the morale of the entire expeditionary force, and at the same time, it can also bring the holy light to the front line as quickly as possible, so that there will be fewer deaths on the front line!" ”

"We've never said anything like that!" One of the servant raised his voice and yelled.

"What are you two talking about? We are servants of the Light, not soldiers, and even less madmen! ”

"The army is here to keep us safe, how dare you let us get out of the safe route?!"

"We're going back to the Temple of Light! Guardsman! Guardsman!! ”

All the servants began to roar, they couldn't believe how these two lawless guys in front of them dared to make up things they hadn't said.

However, Sherlock and Watson completely ignored the rants of the parties and chatted to themselves, and the more they talked, the more they felt that the matter was plausible, so they both turned their heads and looked kindly at the angry servants.

"Okay, this matter is settled, thank you for being willing to make such a big sacrifice for the sake of mankind, of course, you also know that since you want to join the advance army, it is normal to be accidentally bitten off by a demon, but please rest assured, I will urge you along the way to show as much of your value as possible before you die."

Sherlock laughed like one of those unconscionable overseers in a black factory ready to oppress the toiling workers.

"Are you crazy, the Light, you...... You ......"

Sherlock looked at Watson with a look of distress: "I said, these servants seem to be a little manic, they don't even know what they really think. ”

"yes." Watson also squinted his eyes in distress, as if he was thoughtful: "Obviously, I really want to sacrifice for the sake of mankind, but I always deny my thoughts, but I can understand that the great servants of God always have some proud personalities, and they don't want to admit it. But that's okay, I'll just talk to these people. ”

"Really?"

"Of course, I'm good at chatting." Watson smiled and said, "You can help me watch the door, no matter what you hear, try not to let people in." ”

(End of chapter)