“…… Sister Haina? ”

Ivus was a little surprised: "Is it such a coincidence?" ”

He knew that Haina was from a small place, and that it was supposed to be a town with little business.

The best evidence is that she doesn't know how to wear makeup, and she basically doesn't know how to skin care and dress.

Haina is completely dependent on her own good foundation to be pursued by so many classmates. Her usual clothes are even just a light brown shirt with a brown leather vest. The only thing that can be called jewelry is a leather wristband embroidered with a prismatic pattern.

- Don't say it's a girl, even boys don't wear it like this when they go out these days. It's like a mercenary or an explorer who explored a remote area hundreds of years ago.

But unexpectedly, his biological father Giulio also came from that place.

"Not a coincidence......"

Sherlock's pupils were blank, and even his face was a little pale. He staggered over to the table and rummaged through the honey jar: "Where is the honey ......?" ”

"Are you hypoglycemic, Sherlock?"

Lady Mina was the first to react, pouring Sherlock a cup of mild black tea and adding several spoonfuls of honey to it.

Sherlock gulped it down, exhaled deeply, and slumped back in his chair. The others didn't speak, just raised their heads and looked at him in silence without moving.

It took a while for him to recover.

Sherlock leaned back, and subconsciously reached his hand to his breast pocket, which was supposed to contain his cigar or cigarette. But now he's just scratching his sleeve.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

As if to ease the embarrassment, he said coldly.

Looking at this familiar attitude, Ivas was sure that he was really good.

"I suppose you need some hot brandy, Mr. Sherlock?"

Bishop Mathers asked.

"Thank you very much," Sherlock, who doesn't usually drink, but unexpectedly didn't refuse at the moment, "If you can, please give me some more cookies." ”

It's just a cup of honey tea, which can only wake him up as a person. But it wasn't enough for him to get into the usual state of high-intensity thinking.

Lady Mina nodded, "I'll bring it right away." ”

"Bishop," asked the man with messy black hair, in his dreamy, light voice, "do you smoke?" ”

"Thanks, I don't smoke."

Bishop Mathers replied calmly, "And you shouldn't smoke it, the illumination treatment is not completely without side effects. It burns the wounds in you, and fills it with only false light. Your body needs to work on its own to replenish and restore its deficit. ”

"I know, damn it. I mean...... Forget it......"

Sherlock was a little annoyed, his language still a little confused: "I can drink, but I can't smoke." It doesn't make sense......"

"Of course," Bishop Mathers's rhythmic voice sounded, as if speaking the scriptures, "but the main reason is that I don't like people to smoke. Especially in my house – I'm sensitive to the smell of smoke and sneezes. ”

"Well, I respect your habits, Lord Bishop...... Thank you, Lady Mina. ”

Sherlock took the biscuit that Lady Mina had given.

Mina explained softly, her voice gentle: "The wine is hot, you eat some biscuits to cushion your stomach first." ”

"Thanks," Sherlock thanked softly, "it's already possible." If the sugar intake is too high in a short period of time, it is easy to get dizzy. ”

He chewed on the biscuit as he slowly explained to Ewas, "I have investigated you and Haina before, and she will come to the University of the Law of the Kings because she knew your grandfather before.

"Your grandfather's name was Jacob, and he was not a well-known poet, but also a fairy tale writer and a family. Long ago, he was a local journalist in charge of Cow and Harbor, a newspaper published in Muwan County. When he was still a journalist, Jacob came into contact with many transcendent people, and he even experienced the founding of the predecessor of the 'Noble Red'. ”

"Noble Red?"

Hearing the familiar term, Ivas frowned slightly and repeated in a low voice.

Sherlock subconsciously sneered, "You may not believe it...... The original Noble Red Society was just an organization of people who had gone beyond the path of illegal transcendents to gather together to keep warm from each other. At that time they were not called by that name, but 'Scaleless Hands', which means 'one who wears no armor'.

"At that time, His Majesty Sophia had not yet ascended the throne, and the king was still Tudor III."

As he spoke, his tone gradually sharpened and became clear: "He is known as the 'Hanged King'. During the time of Tudor III, the most famous product was the 'Hanging Square'. The whole square was hung with hanged people, and there were many more gallows than there are now.

"Normally, a convict who was hanged should be hung in public after death, but in Tudor times it was not even enough - the hanged prisoner was lowered that day to make room for those who followed.

"At that time, other types of death sentences had not been abolished, and hanging was just one of many. According to Avalon law, the death penalty required the signature of the king or queen before it could be carried out. Tudor III's laws were so harsh that stealing more than fourteen red candles at a time was punishable by death—a figure that was less than a white crown.

"Because this standard is so low, many judges will revise the testimony of prisoners and change the amount of theft to 13 red candles and 9 copper hourglasses, so as not to carry out too many executions. Ironically, this standard of stealing is only a ten-day detention. At the end of the thief's detention, the judge will immediately send them to prison to make up for the missing amount stolen – that is, to split the amount originally stolen into multiple detention. ”

"That's true."

Bishop Mathers nodded: "When I was a child, there was a popular joke: a thief was sentenced to 11 days of detention by the judge, and the thief said in tears that he didn't want to die, please open up the official website of the law. The judge asked suspiciously, 'It's just 11 days of detention, isn't it?' ”

"And then?" Ivus asked with interest.

By his age, he no longer heard the joke.

The bishop smiled, and then said in a eloquent voice: "The thief said: 'You must have just taken office. It is well known that our King can only count to ten, and beyond ten he is in a hurry to kill. There is also a joke about the bishop and the king: the bishop admonishes the king that we should make good friends and cut off our enemies. And the king nodded. ”

"'Thank you for your teachings, I have always persisted in doing so, and now I have no enemies,' said the king reverently, 'and I have slain them all.' ”

“…… Sounds like a tyrant. ”

Ivas Rui commented.

He didn't actually say what Avalon was talking about. But Sherlock, the only one who had walked the authoritarian path, did not have any official titles, so no one had a problem with that.

Sherlock even nodded in agreement, "So we praise Your Majesty Sophia." The many policy changes she made since she took the throne have largely eased tensions in Avalon. On the other hand, it is precisely because of people's antipathy to the old king that they will fanatically support Her Majesty.

"Without such a foundation, Her Majesty would have had to endure a lot of political resistance if she wanted to carry out so many reforms in a short period of time."

"But even so," Bishop Mathers added, "there are many people who have a grudge against the royal family. ”

"The Noble Red Society is a product of that period."

Sherlock said as he reached out and took the hot wine from Lady Mina.

"I remember you didn't 'never drink,' Sherlock?"

Ivus raised an eyebrow.

Sherlock nodded, "I don't think of alcohol as a drink, it only damages my brain." But I also drink a cup of hot brandy when I'm uncomfortable, which I think of as a medicine. ”

"I guess you woke up this morning with a headache, right? It should work well as a cure. I added a lot of apple juice, as well as cinnamon, ginger slices, and lemon zest. In addition to being able to refresh your nerves, you should be able to ward off the cold, you were a little bit cold yesterday......"

Lady Mina whispered softly, "If it had been simmered for a little longer, it would have tasted better." But it should taste good now. ”

"Praise you, Mrs. Mina."

Sherlock solemnly bowed his head in thanks, smiling and flattering her craftsmanship: "I smelled the aroma from a long distance. The person who can marry you must be lucky. ”

"Indeed, I was lucky to be able to pursue Mina in the first place."

Bishop Mathers smiled, smug and said, "Now I am happy every day...... I wish it could go on like this. ”

And Ivas asked, "And then, Sherlock?" How did the spontaneous organization of those extraordinary people of the people become noble red? ”

"It seems that you should know that 'behind the noble red society is the Star Antimony people'...... And I guess Edward didn't tell you who the top of the Noble Red Society were. Then I'll tell you for him, and you should know about it now. ”

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, took a sip of hot cider, and whispered, "Your grandfather, Jacob, was a spell mage who transcended the path. He used to be a member of the 'Scaleless Hand'. ”

"-What?"

Hearing this, Aihuas's eyes widened suddenly.

"So?"

Bishop Mathers was also surprised: "Spell Mage...... I haven't heard of this profession in a long time. ”

(End of chapter)