John. Watson was not a philosopher or a scholar of social ideas, he was just an incompetent doctor, a half-soldier.

He didn't really care about what kind of impact a divine servant would have on the Holy Light Temple if he died on the front line, he just cared about what subsequent changes these divine servants would bring to the psychology of the front-line soldiers and this human expedition when they stepped into the flames of war, or as all the citizens of the empire thought, he felt that since this was a huge war between humans and demons, then everyone should be allowed to do their best for this war. Then they naturally have to bear the heaviest responsibility in the world.

Therefore, they should take the Light to the most dangerous places.

As for Sherlock, he didn't care so much, he just didn't like these servants, and at the same time, he also felt that it was really boring to just keep showing the rear blindly, so it was better to go to the front line and go around.

Of course, he also had a careful thought that he had never said to anyone, that is, he wanted to know what he had to do with Hell, he wanted to know what his contract creature was, he wanted to know why he was able to communicate with the sun in the sky, and he wanted to know what the Holy Light was.

Since coming to Antarctica, Sherlock has never gone to hell after sleeping, and the sense between him and his contract tentacles has become weaker and weaker, of course he understands that this is because the Holy Light is extremely thin here, so if his own temple of thought is the Holy Light, then why does the Holy Light pay attention to himself, and it seems that he is always satisfied with some small requirements of his own?

These puzzles are too appealing to Sherlock, so grab a few servants to accompany you to the gates of hell, and in the process, you will definitely find some clues.

At the end of the day, it's just a little bit of Sherlock's thoughts.

However, he didn't know what a huge impact his careful thinking had on the hinterland of the empire.

The status of the divine servants is transcendent, and the operation of the military inviting the divine servants to the front-line war zone can be said to be well known in the upper echelons of the empire, whether it is the government or the Holy See, great efforts have been made from it, and even Moriarty personally wrote letters and communicated with the old god envoy for a whole month and a half, and his maid Moran carried each other's letters back and forth to the top of the mountain with a height of more than 8,000 meters, acting as a liaison between the Holy Light Temple and the Holy See, and thanks to her identity as a third-order grand contractor, otherwise, ordinary people in a month and a half, Go back and forth to the Holy Light Temple four or five times, and you will die in the middle of the road.

In short, under the coordination of all levels, 7 divine servants walked down the temple on the top of the clouds, and now, as soon as these people arrived at the front line, they couldn't be contacted, there was no phone, no letter, it was like being imprisoned, and when they appeared again, they directly announced inexplicably that they were going to join the advance army and fight the devil to the death.

Who the fuck can stand this, and if he really dies, then how can he explain it to the temple?!

So all of a sudden, countless phone calls and letters poured into the front line of the war, and the officials in the hinterland of the empire, the high-ranking people of the Holy See, they all have a good social status, and they also have a strong right to speak, and some people can even call the top person in charge of the war on the front line.

However.

The answer they received was, 'General Patton is leading his advance army to fight the demons, and there is no way to reply anytime soon.' ’

Well, people are at war, that's understandable.

However, when I called the leaders of the military region, they said that they were on the way to the expedition, and they were too far away from the other teams to be in contact; Call the commander of the military base in the rear line, most of their troops have long left, and now they don't know where to go, and it is difficult to establish communications; After abolishing the boss, I finally contacted the commander of an expeditionary team, and people said they didn't know about it.

The emperor is far away, and the army after embarking on the journey is highlighted by the fact that there is a person who loves to ignore everyone, those who are usually high and high, what are the requirements, and the officials below hate to have to eat and not sleep to quickly do other people's affairs, but at this moment, they feel the fucking feeling of those imperial citizens going to receive pensions, and the staff at the window kicking the ball back and forth.

Finally, after spending a lot of effort, the spearhead was finally locked on the 404 war zone, and it turned out that people said that the servants were with the front-line medical team, so let's find them.

The person on the other end of the phone didn't know which big man's secretary it was, he had been pushed around for the past few days, and he was already anxious, and he finally couldn't hold back when he heard this, and scolded directly, but he hadn't said a few words

"Be careful what you say." The operator of the military region said coldly: "The person in charge of the front-line medical team is Miss Nightingale, so, correct your attitude, and I don't know if you are qualified enough, but I sincerely hope that you have heard of a school called [Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes], if you haven't heard of it, I suggest you try to be polite when you talk to him, yes, he's in that accompanying medical team, goodbye."

After saying that, the operator hung up the phone directly.

In the past few days, he has received a lot of such calls, in fact, they are all from various political districts, or from the mansions of some Popes, the servants of the gods must have made a lot of efforts to get out of the Holy Light Festival, if those servants really died on the front line, they will definitely be affected by the anger of the temple, naturally more anxious than anyone else.

But Nightingale is a person, and they must also maintain a certain respect for him.

And even more of a headache for them is the guy named Sherlock!

Maybe this name is unknown among ordinary people, but among the upper echelons of the empire, this name has long been like thunder, and even faintly carries some taboo attributes.

On one side is the Temple of Holy Light that can only be looked up to by the world, and on the other side is an imperial civilian, and the two of them have no comparison at all, but they make these upper echelons of the empire scratch their hearts and are in a dilemma.

At the same time, it was in the marching team that Millsap was in charge of

After a few days of rapid marching, they walked out more than five times faster than before, and the vigorousness, full fighting spirit, and discipline that a soldier should have found all returned, and after a long journey of nearly a thousand kilometers, they surpassed the three expeditionary troops, and when they felt tired again, they began to build barracks and prepare for a short rest.

And those divine servants have passed through the journey of the past few days, and their bloodless faces, shriveled and deformed bodies have never been exercised, but they have to forcibly keep up with the speed of these soldiers, so that they are like losing half of their lives, but they should be highly respected, in this team, there is no one to care.

Yesterday, there was a servant of the gods because of the slow pace when he set off, he didn't have time to get into the car, but no one waited for him, so he let him run all the way behind the butt of the car, cold and snowy, until he passed out on the snow, only a veteran resisted him into the transport car, and when he woke up, he found that he had missed the meal time, that moment. The servant burst into tears.

Eventually, one of the recruits couldn't stand it anymore and gave him half of his remaining loaf of bread, which stopped his annoying crying.

Bullying! Mistreat! Don't look at people!

In a freshly built barracks, a servant sat on a chair, and next to him was a field signal receiving telephone, high-end goods, which was ringing at this moment.

Next to him, Sherlock and Watson stood very close to him, looking down at him condescendingly, with gentle expressions.

"You're not nervous right now, are you?"

"Right, no. Not nervous. The servant nodded hurriedly.

"Very good, so when you speak for a while, pay attention to your tone, you can also see that your companion was not very good just now, so he is standing outside now to reflect on it, I hope you don't learn from him."

"Of course." The servant in front of him wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The companion was now standing barefoot in the middle of the camp, and he didn't know how long it would freeze, and when Watson went out just now, he 'accidentally' didn't hold the water cup in his hand, and the water was spilled on his bare feet.

"Pick up the phone and behave."

Watson held the water glass in his hand and said with a pleasant face.

Only then did the Divine Servant finally muster up the courage and put the microphone to his ear:

"Oh, I'm doing well here."

"Yes, the people here are very nice and respectful to me, and the food is good every day."

"Of course, no one forced me, of course I volunteered to go to the front line, this is my obligation."

"I won't go back, I said, the people here are very nice, I really like to stay here, please don't call again, thank you"

He held the microphone tremblingly, but he tried his best to keep his tone steady, which pleased the two people standing in front of him, and they laughed, and after the other party hung up the phone, promised to add a can to the servant tonight.

The servant didn't know that there was a mental illness called Stockholm syndrome, but at this moment, he was a little grateful to the other party and was complacent about his performance.

Even if you don't think about it, in a few days, you will set foot in a dangerous war zone, and in the process of wielding the holy light, you are likely to die under the attack of demons.

But there is no way, there is nowhere to escape anyway, but fortunately, tonight, there is a canned food to eat

In the past few days, this team has received some phone calls, the upper echelons of the empire cannot be fools, even those divine servants keep saying that they are doing well, but everyone knows that they are in dire straits, however, whether it is a request, a consultation, a temptation, a cry, or even some bold people dare to be angry and threaten, it is useless.

If Sherlock had compassion and if he had been dissuaded, then the empire would still be under the management of Augustine the Great, Professor Darwin's experiments must have been hidden, and the expedition of the empire would never have been realized, and everything would have been different.

Although it is incredible, but in this way, Sherlock actually wanted to do what he really wanted to do, so no one could stop these divine servants from joining the advance army.

The whole planet shares the same sky, and on the Antarctic continent, looking up at the distance, there are dots of stars, and on the far side, the silver ash of these brilliant stars also falls on a remote seaside town.

Moriarty once said that the empire is the empire of millions of people, and it is impossible for anyone to cover the sky with one hand.

But what Sherlock wanted to do, all succeeded, and no one could stop him; And Moriarty's long-cherished wish seems to be moving forward steadily, in fact, since the airship crash almost two years ago, almost everything has developed in the direction he wanted; And in this seaside town, an old man walked out of the town without permission, which should have shocked the entire empire, and all the high-ranking figures of the empire could not allow it, but this old man just went out, and after a few days of wandering, he came back generously, who dared to say anything?

No one can cover the sky with one hand.

But in some areas, to some extent, there are people who are just able to look at it.

The door of the masonry hut on the seaside embankment was slowly pushed open and unlocked, because the old man had left the door for the other party.

There are only a few people in the entire empire who can have this honor.

Moriarty is not tall, but when he walked in the door, he still lowered his head slightly, as if he was avoiding the door beam, as the current pope, what he represents is no longer the will of the individual, but the faith of countless people, so of course he can't bow his head to a civilian old man at will, but sometimes, when it's time to bow his head, he must not be arrogant.

The old man had received a letter from the Holy See half a month earlier, and although he did not have much contact with the youngest pope in the history of the Holy Church in front of him, he had a good sense of him since he met his younger counterpart at an afternoon tea in Jerusalem thirty years ago.

Therefore, he personally poured a cup of tea for the young man, waited for him to sit upright opposite him, took the teacup with both hands, took a light sip, and then asked like a kind old man in a small town:

"Now should be the busiest time for His Holiness the Pope, how can he take the time to visit me, an old man?"

Moriarty nodded with the standard etiquette of a junior, "I want to ask something about the Holy Light." ”

"Haha." The old man smiled: "In that case, why don't you ask the people in the Holy Light Temple, those are the ones who know the Holy Light best." ”

Moriarty shook his head: "They are just serving the Light, and in this world, the closest contact with the Light has always been you."

(End of chapter)