Moriarty said that now the Temple of Light has a tendency to dissociate itself from the Holy See and want independence.

As the pope of the day, he is not very easy to show up.

But what's going on with Moran in front of him?

As long as anyone with a little insight knows, Moran is Moriarty's personal maid, and her appearance at the foot of Mount Elbes is not too big for the Holy See.

Okay, maybe Moran doesn't like to talk much, and he is a maid, even if he follows Moriarty every day, he may not be able to represent the position of the Holy See.

But the presence of the landlord here is a bit too much to say.

You are a saint of the Holy See.

It's not a good posture to have a posture that I knew I was going to trouble the Temple of Light, and then waited here for a long time.

"Well, long time no see." Sherlock waved his hand a little awkwardly.

In fact, before his hands had been dangling in front of him, Mrs. Hudson had already walked up briskly and hugged Sherlock.

Few people know that Hudson was fond of Sherlock.

This kind of liking is very simple, that is, a landlord, in the period of contact with his tenants, has produced the most common feelings among ordinary citizens.

Not Irene. Adler's kind of arrogant choice of having all the material needs of the world and wanting to find a man worthy of him.

It's not Catherine's kind of person who can't be called liking it at all, but she feels that this guy has done a lot for herself, and she contains an inexplicable emotion of gratitude.

So at this moment, when she saw Sherlock come back from the dead and appear in front of her eyes again, of course she had to rush over and hug each other!

And this scene, in Mo Lan's eyes, is complicated in his heart.

This is a dignified Holy See saintess, in the past few hundred years, she is nominally, a woman who should be married to her master, and now, she is hugging other men in front of herself, and this inexplicable vinegar is poured directly into Moran's brain.

But Mrs. Hudson was never married to Moriarty after all.

What's even more strange is that on the eve of the Day of Holy Love, the person who rolled the sheets with the Holy Son of the Holy See was herself

Therefore, from the customs that have been passed down for centuries, he is the one who defiles this sacred marriage the most.

In other words, Moran ruined the chastity of his most respected master with his own hands, and now he sees that the woman who should have been the master's wife is hugging another man, how can he be jealous for his master.

It's a bit messy.

Moran was already confused, so she sighed and stopped looking at the image in front of her that was enough to shut down her head.

After a while, Mrs. Hudson finally realized her identity, of course, the Holy See Saint could no longer marry other men, so her simple love for Sherlock could only be hidden in her heart, so she slowly let go of the man in her arms.

Sherlock awkwardly continued, "Why are you here? ”

"I'll go up with you." Mrs. Hudson said, "I'll go and plead with the Temple of Light and let Watson go. The request of the Holy Lady of the Holy See, they could not completely ignore it. ”

Sherlock frowned.

He understood the landlady's mood very well, in the eyes of everyone, the Holy Light Temple was supreme, and if she really had a conflict with the temple, the end would be absolutely miserable, so it was understandable that she wanted to help herself.

But for the sake of herself, she asked her to intercede with the temple, which was really uncomfortable.

As for Moran.

She came solely because Moriarty was afraid that Sherlock would do something irreparable, so she asked Moran to go up with him.

That little man knows Sherlock best, killing the Divine Messenger, demolishing the Temple of Light and the like, if he goes crazy, he can really do it.

"The master should have told you that the Holy Light Temple is now disconnected from the Holy See, but its rights are natural.

If you do get into big trouble, the temple says it wants you dead.

At least 70% of the Holy Sect's army will be at the disposal of the Holy Light Temple, and when the time comes, the Holy See will not be able to help.

And the obedience of the people of the empire to the temple can make you the target of the entire empire in a short period of time, don't look at you now returning from the gates of hell, everyone thinks you are a hero.

But faith is blind and doesn't need a reason, and you can't go against the whole world. ”

Moran's words are very true, in fact, not long ago, Moriarty said the same thing to him.

But in Sherlock's mind, there was still the same answer

Lao Tzu has been fighting against the world every moment in the past year.

Of course, it's not pleasant to be an enemy of the world, and Sherlock is a selfish person, he is not a masochistic person.

Therefore, he just smiled: "Don't worry, I'm not going up the mountain this time to make trouble, I'm here to be reasonable." ”

“.”

“？？？？？”

There was silence.

Both Moran and Mrs. Hudson put on uncontrollable blank expressions.

Shylock. Be reasonable.

How can these two words be linked?

"Don't mess around, what we're talking about is very serious, Watson will definitely save it, but we don't want you to be in danger either." Hudson said very seriously.

"Got it, got it." Sherlock said, and then seemed a little impatient, and waved his hand: "Okay, I'll go up the mountain first, and I'll take Watson in a moment, and then we'll find a place to talk." ”

It was an understatement, as if he were going upstairs to get a hat.

But in the next second, he turned around and swooped towards the huge mountain range in the distance.

"Sherlock!!"

As a maid, Moran has always been the kind of person who behaves most according to the rules. Except for sleeping with her own master, anyway, she really couldn't get used to Sherlock's wanton and almost crazy style of acting, and she yelled loudly, and wanted to chase after her.

But in such a huge mountain range, after a gust of wind and snow, how could it be possible to find a small figure.

Fortunately, Mrs. Hudson stopped her and said anxiously: "Stop chasing, let's go straight to the airship!" ”

The status of Her Royal Highness is second only to the Pope, and the military airship does not dare to fly to the temple, but Her Royal Highness can directly call it the exclusive airship of the Holy See.

So, the nuns in white immediately brought one to the nearest parish.

A few hours later, the Holy See's airship landed below the mountain range, and after a brief recuperation, it flew towards the upper reaches of the clouds.

Steep cliffs.

A roaring wind from a mountain stream.

Extremely cold temperatures.

and snow that gets stuck in it and can't pull it out of your legs.

In this environment, very few creatures can survive, and it is even more unlikely that ordinary humans will come to this kind of place.

But Sherlock was so familiar with this environment that he spent several months chasing Nightingale in the extreme snowstorm almost every day.

After crossing the near-mountain jungle below the mountains, climbing over rocky formations, and then stepping into the towering snow line, Sherlock is now in a state of no concern at all, even if it is a 90-degree vertical cliff, he can climb it with his bare hands.

So in the early morning of the next day, when the first beam of light shone on the huge temple of the world's highest peak, a priest who had just finished worship saw that in the dazzling sunlight penetrating the wind and snow, there was a shadow that spread out dozens of meters and approached the temple little by little, and the whole person was stupid.

He watched as the shadow covered the staircase of the temple little by little, and then slowly spread towards the main body of the temple under a certain angle of sunlight, as if to envelop it.

After a few minutes, he finally saw a man coming out of the snowstorm.

An emaciated man, covered with attached snowflakes, made him subconsciously feel ridiculous, who is this guy? Did he come all the way up on foot?

"Hello." Sherlock looked at the huge temple in front of him, and had to be surprised that such a magnificent palace could be built in such a place, and when he saw that there was a priest at the door, he was in a good mood, because he finally didn't have to wander around in it, and couldn't find the way.

The servant didn't look very old, only in his early 20s, probably because he hadn't been in the temple for a long time, and the radiation sickness on his body was not serious now, but his pupils were white, and all the hair on his body had fallen out, and he looked much more pleasing to the eye than those old guys with rickety bodies and missing arms and legs.

And because the young priest grew up in the temple since he was a child, he was still a little jerky about normal interpersonal communication, and he looked a little confused when he saw a strange person appear in front of him like this.

"Hello uh"

He replied with a question mark in his head.

Sherlock stepped forward and shook off the snow from his body: "Under Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes, come here to pick up my partner, John. Watson's. ”

"Huh?" The expression on the servant's face showed that he obviously didn't follow the other party's train of thought, blinking his eyes, and squeezing out such a word.

"I said, I'll pick up John. Watson, it's the military doctor who killed one of your divine servants a month ago, to be honest, I've been in a good mood lately, and there are many people pleading for your temple along the way, so quickly bring people out, as for how to apologize, just let Watson think about it when the time comes, don't waste time, otherwise I can't guarantee that my good mood will always be maintained. ”

"Ah??.h

Well, after hearing the other party's explanation, the divine servant was even more confused.

"Hey."

Sherlock sighed helplessly, feeling that the guy in front of him probably had a bit of a problem with his brain, and he made it clear that he still couldn't understand it.

There was no choice but to walk towards the temple gate by himself.

"Wait! Who are you, trespassing on the temple is unforgivable"

"Bang!" With a thud, Sherlock slapped the servant in the face, causing it to slap on the temple steps at his feet with a muffled sound.

Sherlock wondered, didn't he just tell who he was, and what he was doing here, why did this guy ask.

The original good mood was lost by this guy.

So, he stepped past the priest whose jaw had been fanned at his feet, lit a cigarette, and came to the door of the huge temple four or five meters high.

In fact, next to the main gate, there are several small doors, which are usually used by ordinary servants to enter and exit, but Sherlock was too lazy to go there, so he directly picked up and kicked on the heavy gate.

A huge roar resounded through the clouds, shaking the snow on the top of the mountain for a few minutes, almost forming a grand avalanche that fell from the highest peak in the world, and the door of the temple was kicked open, and the huge bearings on both sides of the door seemed to be unable to withstand this sudden and rapid twist because of the low temperature for a long time, and directly cracked in a few places, emitting a piercing scream.

Suddenly, the main hall of the temple was filled with snow and wind, and the expensive charcoal burning in the stove by the wall was blown out by the howling wind, and the cold began to spread throughout the temple.

The servants in the main hall were all dumbfounded, and they were so frightened that they didn't even have time to scream, but they looked at the kicked open door in disbelief, and also saw the man who walked in from the wind and snow outside the door with a cigarette in his mouth.

Of course, Sherlock didn't care about these glances at him, he took a few steps forward, dragged a divine servant closest to him, and asked directly, "John. Where's Watson? ”

"Ahhh——————hhh

The servant seemed to react, and then began to scream, causing Sherlock to tilt his head to the side, throwing the servant aside, and then dragging another guy who seemed to have a clear mind: "Don't waste all of our time, John. Where's Watson? It's the military doctor who killed the servant of God! ”

Either way, Sherlock saw that this divine servant's reflexes, or receptive abilities, were really stronger than others, and he immediately realized what was going on, so he forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart: "That name. The death row inmate was in the cell. ”

"Where's the prison?"

"Down there." The divine servant pointed to his feet, but then, he still adhered to the absolute respect of a divine servant for the Holy Light Temple, and solemnly reminded: "Death row prisoners who offend the Holy Light are absolutely unforgivable, and if you want to visit the prisoners, you need the permission of the old god!" ”

"Oh, that's fine." Sherlock nodded.

He is a person who understands the rules, the Temple of Divine Light has the highest status in the empire, and he came to save Watson, of course he can't break in.

I've emphasized it many times, and this time he's reasoning.

So, Sherlock threw the servant in his hand to the ground, and then walked towards the depths of the main hall.

The surrounding servants were all frightened and weak, they had lived in the temple for so many years, not to mention that they had never seen this formation, even in the most terrible nightmare, there had never been such a scene.

They crawled to the sides, and watched as the man walked inside, shouting:

"Old God, where are you? We'll have to talk!! ”

The update time in the past few days is not necessarily in the morning, but it still maintains 4000 words a day, I'm sorry everyone, first kowtow to everyone before the year~

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