Pastor's Tantra

Chapter 411: The Bad Detective

Muwan County, Yingjiao Village. Seven o'clock in the evening.

The sun was setting outside the window, and the icy storm that accompanied the arrival of the Wild Hunt was sweeping in.

At Haina's house, the family gathered in the blazing blacksmith shop. A fire lit by a fire spirit drove away the chill, and people gathered around the diminutive little Sherlock.

"——Try it, Arthur. There is also a part of your own efforts in it."

The magnetic hammer master handed the cane to Sherlock encouragingly.

Sherlock was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He had almost forgotten that the pseudonym he used in Eagle Point Village was Arthur Conan Doyle.

He lowered his head and looked at it - it was an inconspicuous black cane. It looked like a burned tree, with a few sparks in the darkness.

Little Sherlock slowly took the cane with both hands and put it on the ground.

This cane is even taller than him. He had to work his way up to hold the handle of the cane.

But as Sherlock pulled down hard, he saw that the cane spiraled in and fell down.

——It can be used normally even by current children's body shapes.

And Sherlock aimed it at the air and flicked it hard——

I saw the cane unfolding like the spine of a beast and turning into a bladed whip. Countless sharp and cold blades are reminiscent of coiled snakes.

He turned the handle slightly, and it snapped back into a cane.

Sherlock aimed at the air and waved his stick menacingly.

The cane made a sharp sound as it cut through the air, drawing dark snake shadows in the air.

Then little Sherlock took hold of the cane again and pushed it forward slightly. A ball of fire rumbled and gathered in front of him.

Before the fireball shot out, he pulled his leaning staff back. The flame slowly shrank and went out.

The bottom of the cane was like a machine emitting steam, spitting out white smoke.

"You really can't add bullets. It would cause too much damage to the structure, and it might not cause much damage."

The magnetic hammer master encouraged from the side: "But the substitute you proposed is indeed installed - give it a try?"

"Let me try……"

Little Sherlock solemnly raised his cane and turned the secret key.

The curled cane was suddenly fully unfolded, and its end suddenly turned into a sharp thorn.

Its length is about two meters and three meters.

If it is at a close enough distance, it may be able to penetrate directly through the opponent's chest and abdomen.

It can be used as a self-defense hidden weapon when there is no mana.

At this distance, the power of this weapon is not much worse than that of a shotgun.

"very perfect."

Little Sherlock politely returned the cane to its original state, nodded and said, "In a few days, I will send you the reward I agreed on before."

"Hey, I don't care about that either."

The drunken magnetic hammer master took a sip of beer and laughed loudly: "Would you like to have a few sips with me?"

"No, Master. I'm afraid we have to leave right now—"

Sherlock put on his newsboy hat and said seriously: "Haina will probably be back early tomorrow morning, but I guess it will take some time."

Looking at Haina, who had already put on her clothes, the magnetic hammer master asked: "What, you have a mission?

“What kind of tasks would involve two kids on vacation?”

Even now, he doesn't know Sherlock's true identity.

"It's not a mission," Sherlock explained with a sigh, "Isabelle...the queen has already ascended the throne."

"Queen, ascend the throne..."

Master Magnetic Hammer muttered.

He raised his head in shock and realized what little Sherlock meant.

"Queen Sofia...died?"

"Yes, die of old age."

Sherlock sighed and replied with a complicated expression: "The funeral is in two days."

"...Hasn't it been almost a week already?"

Magnet was a little annoyed: "Oh... the news in Yingjiao Village is like this. Forget it, the Wild Hunt outside has gone... You guys, please leave too!"

As he said this, he waved his hand and drove the two of them out quickly.

The news that Yingjia Village receives is basically out of order - sometimes it doesn't come for a few days, and sometimes it comes for several days. It is also possible that the news of the following day was sent directly in advance.

Sherlock even sent back the letter "I won't go back this year for the New Year" first, and then received the important news that Isabel had ascended the throne and Aiwass served as the monarch's assistant.

He suddenly had mixed feelings in his heart——

If I hadn't become smaller, if I hadn't stayed in Yingjiao Village, maybe there would still be someone like me in this position.

But... that's okay.

When they left their warm home, they felt the cold wind of late December outside.

Haina mounted the gryphon Liz, tucked little Sherlock behind her, and asked worriedly: "Want to go faster?"

"It's okay, actually it's okay. At least when I received this letter, there were still nearly two days before the Queen's funeral... I still have some room to prepare."

Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief, with a complicated expression: "Your Majesty Sophia was kind to our family. I had to attend her funeral no matter what."

"What about your current body shape?"

Haina was a little worried: "Just go like this?"

Sherlock shook his head: "Just go ahead."

"Having Sherlock Hermes absent? Isn't that bad?"

Haina came up with a bad idea: "Why don't you try to get promoted once tomorrow night? I remember you said that you would be back to the original state if you get promoted once more, right?"

"How can it be so fast!"

Sherlock yelled in anger: "I've only been promoted for less than a month!"

If his wisdom path is promoted again, it will be the fourth energy level.

It's not so easy to get promoted from the third to the fourth.

Perhaps only Aiwass can do it-for some reason, Sherlock had such a thought in his mind.

...Not to mention, he has done basically nothing in the past half month. Eagle Cape Village is too remote. He has devoted all his energy to studying the special geography of Eagle Cape Village. During this period, he did not read books or solve cases. It seems that he can't study anything with just this research. The cultivation of the wisdom path can be said to have made no progress.

Not to mention that he can't get promoted tomorrow-he estimates that he may not be able to get promoted in the next few months.

Then he will have to keep this shameful, stupid, and clumsy child look for several months!

Although it was sometimes convenient...

But in most cases, it only made him feel that the child's body was so inconvenient, and Sherlock missed his original body more and more.

——How could Sherlock Hermes be absent from the Queen's funeral!

...But there was really no way.

"But even if 'Sherlock' can't come, I have to go myself. This is not for others to see, but my inner thoughts."

Little Sherlock said so.

"Hey, there's someone down there!"

Suddenly, Haina shouted: "Do you see it?"

Sherlock squinted his eyes, tried a little, and found that he couldn't see that far.

He stretched out his hand and added a state to himself-the flowing frame swirled around, which made his vision sharper.

He soon saw that there was indeed a person there.

He was lying on the ground, seemingly unconscious. He looked like he was about to die.

This was obviously when the Wild Hunt passed by and sucked away the temperature on his body. A layer of ice had already formed on his body.

...Is he a foreigner?

If I don't take care of him, I'm afraid he will die soon.

And by the next morning, when everything is refreshed, his body will probably disappear without a trace.

Sherlock hesitated for a moment, but still gritted his teeth and patted Haina's shoulder hard.

"Go down and take a look!"

"I've been waiting for you to say this!"

Haina answered readily: "Go down and save people, Liz!"

Although she is Sherlock's junior in name... But after Haina advanced to the fourth energy level, her confidence and confidence are really much stronger.

"...Huh?"

Sherlock made a surprised sound before the griffin even landed.

Because he recognized the identity of that person.

"Mr. Watson?"

"Are they your acquaintances, Sherlock?"

"Is it so? A bad detective and a decent surgeon."

Sherlock said quickly, "And a writer who likes to write detective novels - he opened a detective agency, but usually only does things like finding mistakes and collecting evidence of infidelity. But he once sent some cases to me, so I have some dealings with him.

"Go down quickly, Haina - and remember to call me Arthur Conan Doyle!"

Updated! Today is 7,000 words!

Well, the epidemic in Singapore seems to be quite serious. I am beginning to hesitate whether to go to the Qidian annual meeting next month...

...But then again, with my physical condition, I guess I might get infected even if I don't go. Last time, I got infected without going out at all. If I don't go and get infected, it will seem like a loss...

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