Things like the Light or the Time Rift may not have logic.

But [fiancée] can't come out of nowhere, right?

So Sherlock spent two or three seconds going through all the time points when Watson and Jasmine met until this moment, and he had to admit that Watson, the kid, had some kind of unique talent in the area of women.

From the time they met, to the killing of the emperor, to the blood prison, and finally to the front line, he also served as Nightingale's exclusive bodyguard for more than a year, and finally killed the god servant, and was rescued by himself, in the whole process, Watson and Jasmine, the man and woman, have never broken contact.

While returning to London to recuperate, it was clear that Watson was going to take Jasmine over and live with him.

Sherlock stared blankly at the clothes and ornaments on the ground that were big enough to bury a person, and then glanced at Watson.

"Please wait a minute, my partner obviously wants to talk to me about something." Watson smiled and reported back to Jasmine.

Sherlock was shocked, thinking, you have been having an affair with a woman behind my back for more than three years, and there is no leakage at all, I want to ask you something secretly, and you turned your head and reported to that woman.

Do you understand what I'm looking at you for?

If I want this woman to know, what else do I give you? I'll just shout at you to come over?!

Forget it, anyway, Watson came over, Sherlock immediately dragged Watson to the corner of the room, and muttered in a low voice: "I said brother, why are you suddenly getting married?" ”

"Actually, it's not sudden, you know that I am a person, there is no rush in life, I have always felt that I want to meet the most beautiful scenery and the most beautiful people in the world, and now it is all done, of course, I only have to find a beloved woman to marry."

“.” Sherlock didn't understand this kind of overly carefree concept of wedding banquets, in fact, he had never had much contact with such things as marriage and love, so he lowered his voice a little: "But. . . Haven't you been messing with Nightingale all the time, I thought you didn't like any other woman in your heart. ”

"Of course not, Nightingale is my highest pursuit of a beautiful person, not a lover. Oh, by the way, I recently read the newspaper and said that I miss that the matter between you and her is almost solid. Don't forget what I told you last year, if Nightingale is really interested in you, then I can only support her, but if you dare to sneak in with Nightingale and seduce her, then I will still kill you. ”

Watson's words were lighthearted, but everyone knew that this guy was telling the truth.

But Sherlock can't understand that he has a fiancée, so why should he take care of Nightingale's relationship history?

Your 'pursuit of beauty' and 'love' are too clear.

"Brother, let's put these things aside for a while, the point is, you have been by Nightingale's side for a long time, if you let your fiancée know about this, will she not be able to accept it?"

Speaking of which, Sherlock glanced at the woman behind him very secretly.

At this moment, Jasmine was still standing in the pile of clothes.

Watson has always been by Sherlock's side, and he has always been next to Nightingale, but to be honest, Watson is the most eye-catching image most of the time, after all, he is handsome, but in front of the camera, he always seems to stand in the least noticeable position, and even does not leave the country at all.

Now Sherlock has become a household name, and even faintly wants to be endowed with the brilliance of a hero, but Watson is still unknown, and it is silent until Jasmine has been slow for a long time before he finally realizes that the person standing in front of him is the guy in the newspaper, on the radio, and in the daily shouting of the newsboy on the street.

For a while, she couldn't even accept it, and saw that Mr. Holmes, who was famous throughout the empire, was following her fiancé in the corner, and the two went out to drink, and the miserable man who was not allowed to go home was found by his wife, and he was racking his brains to find a reason to enter the house, and she felt extremely ridiculous.

Originally, she thought that this guy was just the kind of person who would cause some trouble and would be chased by the police in the middle of the night to a corner.

Wait a minute.

So, over the years, Watson said to himself in his letter that he was saving all mankind, wasn't it a joke?

I'm thinking about it.

"Oh, that's what you said. I'm sure Miss Jasmine will understand me. Watson suddenly stopped suppressing his voice, but spoke normally, and got up and looked back.

"Honey."

"Huh?" Jasmine was stunned.

"I need to confess something to you, and I don't want this to be a reason for us to quarrel in the future." Watson smiled and said: "That is, I used to follow Nightingale all the time, I was her head of security, and I also managed the food, clothing, housing and transportation on the front line of the Reddeck Strait for her, and I stayed with her in the Human Expeditionary Force for more than a year, which can be regarded as . Inseparable. ”

Jasmine's mouth grows, her pupils dilute, and the voices in her ears amplify.

It's a strange feeling, and as a woman, it's upsetting for anyone to hear that her fiancé has been with another woman for a long time in the past.

However, as a normal human being living in this world, when she heard the name Nightingale, she subconsciously sprouted absolute respect from the bottom of her heart, and she couldn't sprout any anger at all.

What made her even more confused was that her fiancé, her future husband, was actually on the battlefield, responsible for the safety of His Excellency Nightingale?

Does her husband know Nightingale?

Her husband knows Sherlock. Sherlock holmes?

Suddenly, she felt her body stagger for a moment, and then stumbled into the pile of clothes, as he thought of a secret recording that her father had obtained not long ago, which was about to be played throughout the Empire.

Jasmine's father was the Minister of Propaganda in London and the Grand Missionary of the Diocese of London, and any important information released to the public would pass through his hands first.

The recording, recorded by His Royal Highness the Emperor himself, depicts the crimes of the previous Emperor, Lord Augustine, and the circumstances of his assassination.

When Jasmine first heard the news, she was already shocked and overwhelmed, and now that she thinks about it, could it be that her future husband was also a member of the assassination of the emperor?

Raising her head and looking at her calm and overly gentle face, the young lady of the noble family seemed to have been shattered.

She smiled helplessly.

"Is Nightingale beautiful?"

Watson didn't hesitate and nodded.

Jasmine smiled, "Well, at least that proves that you didn't lie to me." ”

"You're going to be mad about it?"

"It's okay." Jasmine smiled, stretched out a hand, and motioned for Watson to help himself up: "But who made me like such a powerful big man." ”

Jasmine was dragged up by Watson, and she threw herself into her fiancé's arms, and then kissed the other person's face.

And then, again.

The two of them just hugged each other, and it seemed that there would be no intention of separating for a while.

Sherlock was left alone in the corner of the room, looking at the scene in front of him, and at a certain moment he felt that he had always been weak in love murder cases, not without reason.

Women are creatures that are sometimes difficult to understand.

For the rest of the day, Sherlock is trapped in a strange cycle that is both idle and busy.

Speaking of leisure, it is because everything in the empire now seems to be perfect, the front-line expeditionary force has reached the gates of hell, and is methodically building the last and largest military base in the history of the Holy Dynasty, which may take a long time, because this base has to accommodate all the expeditionary troops and all the weapons of war.

After returning to the hinterland of the empire, he saw the people he needed to see, and did what he needed to do, and under the exaggeration of the Great Expedition and the popularization of new energy, the security in London seemed to be much better.

Forehead. Or maybe the bastards who used to steal chickens and dogs know that Sherlock's hometown is in the city.

Anyway, the recent criminals have stopped like never before.

This caused Sherlock to fall into a state of idleness all at once.

As for saying, why busy. It's because a woman lives in Watson's house.

Moreover, his roommate, brother, partner——— John. Watson, getting married.

This matter is really a bit abrupt for Sherlock, he doesn't have many friends in his life, and the only wedding he has attended is the day of holy love that year, and it has become a farce.

And now that Watson is married, he has no experience.

Every day from the window downstairs, Sherlock felt very uneasy to watch the couple in love decorate the new house, buy all kinds of things, and even choose the wedding dress.

Of course, he was not upset about Watson's marriage, but because Watson actually wanted to ask him to be his best man.

Sherlock had chased the tide for three months, had fallen into the gates of hell, had been in danger in another world, and he had survived with the calmest state of mind.

But when the best man.

It's outside of his business!

"So, I have to dress like this?"

Sherlock stood in front of the mirror, looking at a crisp suit that Watson had thrown at him, his whole face contorted.

"Yes, hurry up and put it on for me, although the purpose of the best man's existence is to make the groom look young and handsome, but I have a full understanding of my own face, and now I just ask you to dress like a person." Watson said coldly.

"Didn't I dress like a human before?"

Watson frowned slightly, looked at Sherlock with his narrowed eyes, hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to save some face for his good brother, but finally gave up and whispered: "In my aesthetic, when you dress like a person, it is rare"

Sherlock seemed to be a little aggrieved, tilted his head, and looked at himself in the mirror, the suit fit well, but some of it fit too well, it seemed that he was a little too thin, and it was too tight around his waist, and it was very uncomfortable to move.

"To be honest, it doesn't feel as good as a trench coat."

"You wear a trench coat because you always want to hide a pistol, a fire axe and something like that in the lining, and at the wedding, you need to prepare a thin groomsman speech."

“.” Sherlock was silent.

After a long time: "What do you mean by 'best man's speech'?" ”

"If you're going to say it to the people in the audience, you don't want to be like a hemp pole at my wedding, do you?"

Sherlock swallowed, and seemed a little apprehensive: "Isn't it okay to omit this link?" ”

"Of course not." Watson said coldly: "We are partners, are you willing to kick the door of the Holy Light Temple for me, aren't you willing to write a few words of blessing for me?" ”

"But me"

"No, three days later, I booked the main hall on the first floor of the Bellonier Cathedral and behaved well." Watson patted Sherlock on the shoulder, as if he had great trust in him, and left the room.

Sherlock rubbed his face and looked at his bitter expression in the mirror.

"Otherwise, let's hide in the world on the other side of the gates of hell for two days."

Three days, when alone on the battlefield, was so long and difficult, but in the case of farewell speeches, it was so fast, Sherlock was in the room with a pen, and three days passed in a flash.

He looked at the clock on the wall, as if the wedding was going to take place in two hours, and at the allegiance on the table.

[Dear ladies and gentlemen————

I'm Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes, John Watson's roommate and partner.

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It's just such an opening, and the rest is not a word.

Sherlock ruffled his hair in distress, realizing what he had to do for a while, he had to brush his hair again, calculating the time on the road, he had to grab the suit hanging on the wall and put on it, and put on a trench coat outside, and then walked out of the door of room 221b.

The carriage went all the way, and Sherlock didn't know what he was going to say after the meeting, but it seemed that Watson didn't have any friends in London, and there shouldn't be too many people coming to the wedding, right?

Then even if you come down and say a few simple words of blessing after you come to power, you won't make a fool of yourself in front of too many people.

Just as he was thinking about it, the carriage also arrived at its destination.

Sherlock got out of the car, and then watched the light red carpet and flowers in front of him spread from the road to the main entrance of the church, the pastor of the church actually welcomed the guests at the door, the crowd on both sides of the carpet, dressed in very good clothes, holding delicate wine glasses in their hands, hugging each other, smiling, white doves hovering over the church, on a lawn, white musicians playing soothing music.

Sherlock wondered if he had told the carriage driver the wrong address.

Watson, how the do you have so many friends????

(End of chapter)