At some point before the Sacred Calendar, there was a spell of unknown meaning among humans, but it was extremely effective.

Most people are struggling with something, or don't know whether to move on, or how to deal with someone's arrival, or how something goes, and so on.

That's it." It's coming. ”

yes, it's all here.

The front line is now building the most majestic military base in history in front of the gates of hell, and it is said that in order to cope with the upcoming demon war, the high wall will be tired to 30 meters high, and it will take a long time to deliver various materials and transfer ammunition.

In that case, Nightingale had nothing to do, and of course she had to return to the hinterland of the empire.

Just in time for Watson to get married, of course she has to come to participate.

And Sherlock has come to the stage as the best man, and the bridesmaid seems to be just the daughter of the Pope's family, which is a bit big, and Nightingale can't make the bride's family lose face.

So I discussed with the bridesmaid whether to change myself to the stage.

Although this matter was not notified to the bride in advance, it was a bit abrupt, but the time was pressing, so it could only be done first.

And the bridesmaid didn't even say a word, she just knew that she nodded with a big mouth,

So, there is this scene in front of me.

There is an old saying in the empire, that is, when you are in the mountains and forests, you can't experience the towering mountains, in the same way, Nightingale has been a little less aware of her own deterrent power after so many years, especially in the past two years on the front line, this former girl has really saved too many lives, and her reputation has already reached an outrageous level.

Who would have thought that she would appear in front of the people of the empire again because of a wedding.

Nightingale was a bridesmaid???

Anyway, at this moment, the whole auditorium fell into absolute silence, and people had completely given up resistance under the successive shocks, just amazed and silent, some people's bodies were completely incapacitated, but the glasses and brains still wanted to resist for a while as if they were not admitting defeat.

So, some eyes were on the man next to Nightingale, and their brains were very unfamiliar with the man who had come back from the dead in the recent photo.

The landslide in consciousness caused a tsunami, and the earthquake ushered in a meteor from outside the sky. But it doesn't matter, people are stupid anyway.

Jasmine looked at the beautiful face in front of her for a moment, probably because she had known that her husband's partner was Mr. Sherlock, and the shock in her mind dissipated a little faster than the others, and she looked at Watson blankly, and said timidly:

"Bridesmaids. Isn't it to look like the bride? ”

"Huh?!"

Watson was stunned, and the best man and bridesmaid next to him were also stunned, none of them were married, and they really didn't pay much attention to this kind of detail.

"Seems so." Sherlock muttered, then looked at Nightingale next to him, "You're a little too pretty, it's really not a good fit, or else. Swap back? ”

Watson also nodded, thinking that it would be better to change it back.

Nightingale was a little anxious, she was very embarrassed to turn sideways, and wanted to hurry up and change with the bridesmaids just now, so as not to delay the process of the wedding.

But who knows!

"Are you crazy? You even let Miss Nightingale step down? ”

Jasmine looked at Sherlock and Watson like madmen, and then immediately looked at the apologetic Miss Nightingale beside her, her face flushed as if she were about to smoke.

"Miss Nightingale, I. . . Can I hug you? ”

"Huh?"

"I, I have your portrait in my bedroom, and you want to be much prettier than that."

Jasmine was a little incoherent with excitement.

Nightingale smiled, opened her arms, and hugged Jasmine.

During the whole process, Sherlock clearly saw that Jasmine's mouth kept talking to herself: "Oh my God! The Holy Light is above! and so on. ”

"It seems that the two of them are really a couple." He smiled at Watson.

Watson looked slightly embarrassed: "I also just knew, it turns out that she likes Nightingale so much." ”

Everything that followed seemed so calm, or rather indifferent.

Just like a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, after excessive surprise, people's brains have completely shut down, so in the following series of shocks, nothing too embarrassing happened.

It's just that when Moran sent the Pope's message, apologetically saying that he really couldn't pull away, the daughter who came to attend the wedding of the Mostan family on behalf of a certain pope had weak legs and sat down on the ground.

At first, no one paid attention to the wedding itself, and no one cared about the groom's New Year's ring exchange, but at this time, everything was different, everyone understood that the man standing on the stage was not an ordinary person, and after exchanging rings, it meant that the Mostan family had a son-in-law with an amazing status. They don't know how much good luck Jasmine had, and what a huge amount of thought and price the Mostan family has paid for this man.

Anyway, everyone present looked at Ms. Mostein, congratulating the couple and at the same time congratulating her on finding such a husband for her daughter.

Ms. Mostan had a decent smile on her face, but her heart was already panicking, she still didn't understand what was going on, why even Miss Nightingale appeared at the wedding, these people were really here for the man named Watson?

However, how could such a person marry his daughter?

Is this some conspiracy set up by the Holy See or the Imperial Government?

Or are you dreaming a ridiculous dream?

Having lived in such a family since childhood, she was educated in the interests peculiar to a merchant family, and when she came of age, she naturally married a husband who could keep the family prosperous, and in Mrs. Mostan's cognition, she thought of countless possibilities for marriage between her daughter and Watson.

I didn't think about the most common and simple reason ———— love.

Maybe she couldn't understand it at all, it was an encounter in a London alley, a very unseemly, even a somewhat rude dinner, a kiss on the street, until they separated, and then told each other the staggered names.

"Beautiful lady, could you please be my hostage?"

"Okay."

On that night just three years ago, at that table, under the soft music and lights, a man made such an incomprehensible invitation to a woman.

Now, three years later, in the midst of countless amazements, men and women are once again facing this side.

"So, beautiful lady, can you invite you to be my hostage once again?"

Watson smiled at Jasmine, who was wearing a wedding dress in front of him.

"Of course."

Jasmine replied, only feeling calm and happy, but she could no longer hear the applause, cheers, and blessings from the audience, she could only hear her own heartbeat, and felt a simple ring cross her fingertips.

Happy, but a little distressed thought: "From now on, I'm afraid that I can only be your hostage in this life."

I do!

I do!

When the two are happy, this word is extremely easy to say.

The cardinal among the newcomers smiled very sincerely, he was very glad that he could meet such a pair of men and women with pure feelings in his lifetime, of course, he was also proud of himself, so many years have passed, and the process of the ceremony has not been forgotten.

Next, of course, there is the less important part of the speech.

Sherlock looked at Watson again.

"Do you really want to do that?"

Watson shrugged: "I want to cancel it, but the bishops have said that there is a speech link, and if you don't go up, it's a bit of a shame to give people face." ”

"Then what if I insist on not giving him face?"

Sherlock seemed to want to struggle one last time, but Watson squinted his eyes and reminded in a whisper, "I never cared if you needed to give face to anyone, but this is my wedding."

So please hold on, just go up and say a few words, and then come down. ”

"But."

"Go!"

Watson angrily pushed Sherlock to the front desk, and the noise fell silent, and everyone looked at him, the man who had returned from hell and was dressed in the glory of a miracle.

Sherlock walked to the middle of the podium, pulled out the three-day-old manuscript in his pocket, and found that there was only a self-introduction on it.

He sighed, it seemed that this manuscript couldn't help him today.

So, he crumpled the piece of paper in his hand and threw it to the ground

"I'll be free from introducing myself.

After all, there is not too little information about me in the Holy Journal, and it doesn't matter if it's true or not.

Today's theme is wedding, love.

But I really don't know how to bless you, Watson.

I don't know what to make of these things, especially love, because it's against reason. And the celebration of the wedding, which is derived from love, is also a little weird and sick. In particular, the hypocrisy, hypocrisy, absurdity, moral turpitude, flashiness, etc., etc., that I saw at today's wedding, all confirmed my thoughts about weddings.

Just now, I even felt a little sad because my best partner, John. Watson was also trapped in this love.

Oh, yes. Watson was my partner.

I think I'm a pretty smart guy, and I'm pretty conceited, so I can't just just find someone I don't know on the street and be my partner in such a hasty way.

This fully proves that Watson is also a man who is extremely intelligent.

Because of this, I had a little bit of self-doubt just now, since such a smart person is also willing to devote himself to love, then could it be because love is really so fascinating, and I just haven't realized this yet.

Next, I saw some people.

They all came with sincerity, although they all came a little late, but the blessings in your eyes made me think that maybe love is really a good thing.

What I'm trying to say is that I'm probably not as portrayed in the Holy Journal, I'm an unlikable guy, obnoxious, arrogant, unreasonable, vulgar, bastard, and everyone who meets me is a bad luck. I despise morality, have no aesthetics, and don't even understand happiness.

So, I didn't write this wedding speech for three days, and I didn't even understand why Watson insisted on me being my best man.

Of course, with my meager logical thinking, I vaguely speculated that this might be because he really regarded me as a friend. Well, I have to admit, Peanut, you're the bravest, kindest, wisest person I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. A person like me can even feel warmth and friendship in your relationship.

But I still can't bless you.

After all, the two of us know each other so well that I always feel a little awkward at the thought that a strange woman will appear in your room in the future. ”

Speaking of which, Sherlock turned to Jasmine

"But this beautiful lady, I want to bless you.

You've got John. Watson.

This persistent man, with his own standards for judging good and evil in his heart, yearns for a better future for the imperial society and mankind.

But he chose you.

This man has an incomparable pursuit of beauty, and he is willing to walk every inch of the empire for the sake of beautiful scenery, but for your sake, he is willing to look out the window at the sunset in a small room on Baker Street.

He once said that Nightingale was the most beautiful person he had ever met.

But for your sake, he is willing to let the most beautiful man in the empire stand by your side and hold the wedding ring for you.

Of course, this choice is not to put any more burden on your marriage, but I want to say, Miss Jasmine, that you deserve it too.

As I have just emphasized, John. Watson was a man who was better and smarter than anyone could have imagined.

So, logically.

The two of you will be happy. ”

After saying these words, there was no applause, no discussion, in fact, most people were still seeing Sherlock alive. Mr. Holmes was amazed.

Or maybe they haven't caught up with the abrupt twists in Sherlock's speech.

With that, Sherlock stepped down the high platform of the Great Hall, and Watson looked at him with a smile.

Jasmine's eyes were a little red, and she didn't know if it was because of that sentence, so she sincerely thanked Sherlock.

"You can tell that I'm not good at dealing with this kind of situation."

Sherlock smiled wryly, then pulled out a cigarette, "I'll go and take it easy." ”

He walked to the other side of the church and lit the cigarette.

Until then, suddenly, the auditorium burst into warm applause, and the silence just now was like a lighter in Sherlock's hand, and it burst into a blazing fire in an instant.

"It doesn't seem too embarrassing." Sherlock pondered, then took a breath in a good mood.

And as he slowly exhaled his cigarette, several government officials in formal clothes walked up to him.

"Mr. Holmes. You have been accused of murdering the last king of the Empire——— Augustine the Great, please come with us. ”

(End of chapter)