At the sight of Master Dante, Sherlock was shocked.

Although he has rarely encountered anything that shocks him in his life, and although he has always been strangely shocked many times in the past few years, no matter how incredible these things are, they together do not seem to be as turbulent as this moment.

Sherlock's pupils constricted suddenly, this kind of overly violent reaction was all too familiar to him, because he had seen such a picture in the eyes of other people countless times, and these people's eyes were usually looking at him.

He never imagined that one day such a look would appear on his face.

At the same time, his brain was involuntarily running wildly, and even when he woke up in the world on the other side of the gates of hell more than a year ago, his mind had never been so tense.

This is an instinctive reaction to danger, his mind has transcended his body at this moment, and he has foreseen too many possibilities in advance, his mind instantly tenses, and then forcibly suppressed by the terrifying willpower, otherwise, Sherlock may have done embarrassing behaviors such as 'gasp' and 'jumping up in his throat'.

But in the end, he only smiled to himself, and watched as the old man walked into the room, past the Emperor, and staggered to the couch in front of Sherlock.

"Hello, actually, I didn't expect to meet you again so soon." There was some apology in Dante's tone.

And Sherlock's eyes didn't have the usual respectful gaze.

Lord Dante should not be sorry to anyone, because he saved the world, and the entire human race owes him, and Sherlock should not look at Dante with such peace in his eyes, because he once said that there are few people in this world who deserve his respect, and Lord Dante must undoubtedly be at the top of these people.

He is so confident in his vision that he can sometimes conclude that a person is a criminal by the slightest look on his face, and then drag him into an alley, talk cordially, and wait until he finds out what crime the guy has committed, and then bring him to justice.

It was really hard for him to believe that he had lost his eyes.

No.

Sherlock was a man of self-confidence, or conceit, to the extreme, and he couldn't admit that he had lost his eyes, so that should mean that Dante had a lot to talk about with him.

"The day after you assassinated Augustine, I paid attention to you, do you know why?" Dante asked softly, not paying attention to the change in Sherlock's eyes as he stared at him.

"Because I summoned a third-order archdemon." Sherlock replied, not even in a questioning tone, but in a flat and straightforward tone.

"Yes, I didn't think you were any ordinary person at the time, and although many people have never said that you believe in the Light, the speed at which your contractual abilities have increased is hard to believe that you are a non-believer.

It wasn't until you summoned a large demon that I confirmed that there was some connection between you and the Light that I didn't know existed.

I didn't know you at the time, but I believe the Light would not bless an insignificant person.

So, I saved you.

And you have indeed grown as I had hoped, until you have become the person you are today. ”

With a "snap", the lighter skillfully approached the cigarette and lit a not-so-polite scarlet light spot: "So, that's how you treat your favored juniors?" ”

This is probably the first time Shylock has interrupted Dante, and he has deliberately used the term 'junior' to refer to himself, but in connection with the atmosphere of the situation, the word seems to have some sarcastic connotations.

But Dante still didn't really care

"Sherlock, I know you're resistant to what I'm doing, but know that I'm about to surrender my place to you.

I have guarded humanity for so many years, and I have never been so worried as at this moment, because I will die eventually, and after I die, I will have no way to look and listen again, if the hero I designate has done something wrong, then I will not even have a chance to correct it for him. ”

Speaking of this, Master Dante raised his head slightly, and looked at Sherlock's eyes with some relief:

"Son, please forgive me, I sincerely apologize to you.

If I were just an ordinary person, then I would like to have a few drinks with you and tell you everything I have experienced in my life.

But I am not an ordinary person after all, mankind is about to enter a new era, and mankind needs a monument.

I don't worry about you."

"Don't worry about me?"

"I don't worry about your temperament, I don't worry about your strange disregard for life, I don't worry about whether you will let your obsession override human society, and I don't worry about whether you have good intentions for the world on the other side of the gates of hell.

You can't imagine how terrible people would be under the baptism of hatred and despair after 800 years, and if the people of the two worlds were really in the same era, then no matter how good they got along in the beginning, in the end, there would be conflict, war, and even destruction.

Once upon a time, our ancestors showed us the greed of man.

You've probably heard about that history

Remember what I said before, if one day I find that you are not on the side of the humans, then I will kill you with my own hands.

But if I die, how can anyone control you?

I can't gamble on the future of humanity, so I'm going to need to take a slightly more extreme approach to restraining you. ”

To be honest, in the more than thirty years since Dante returned to the world, no one has ever made this old man say so much, and he doesn't even care if Sherlock responds to him, but he is trying to be as peaceful as possible, and he is apologizing to Sherlock in a self-depressing manner.

And if theoretically, what he did was reasonable and inevitable. If even the next monumental figure of mankind can be passed on without scruples, then Dante does not deserve to be respected by all mankind at all.

"So. The assassination of Augustine the Great could make me a heinous criminal at any time, wouldn't it? Sherlock had hidden himself in the smoke, and he couldn't see what his face was looking at at this time.

"I'm sorry, that's the case." Dante made no excuse for this: "But believe me, you will get more glory than you can imagine, and in a few years I can leave you that little house by the sea, and it is nice to have a young man who delivers letters, and you should be able to talk well with him."

Soon, if we really close the gates of hell, then soon, the status of the Holy Light Temple will also change, the demon and the Holy Light are two in one, if one day, the Holy Light will no longer need to exist, then you will become a being comparable to the Holy Light.

You will rise above the entire race and lead humanity forward.

And I'm pretty sure you have that intelligence."

"But I didn't blow up that street, and those people don't have to die."

"Haha." Master Dante smiled: "Child, you have to adapt to thinking from the perspective of the entire human race, if I am the kind of person who cares about the life and death of my compatriots, how can I choose to retreat to that town, you should be able to imagine that if I continue to stay on the battlefield, the war of mankind in the Strait of Redek will not be so anxious at all."

But what's the use of just a few fewer deaths at the moment.

Those who sit in our position can only look at the course of racial history.

You're smart enough to understand the trade-offs.

Besides. You're not the kind of person who cares about the lives of others. ”

Sherlock nodded, he had to admit that he had never taken life very seriously.

So he corrected:

"That's right, so I'm not sorry for the innocent citizens.

I just care a lot about how this kind of thing affects my mood.

You should be able to see that I'm now.

Actually, it's not that happy. ”

(End of chapter)

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