Chapter 107 New Christians

Before the court trial, Watson was temporarily detained in the cold detention center inside Scotland Yard.

He was wearing solid handcuffs and was pushed and shoved by the guards, stumbling forward.

The iron gate was opened, and a rough force came from behind him, and he stumbled into the dirty floor inside the prison.

"You guys should be honest tonight, don't bully the new inmates while we are drinking outside! Don't attack those parts that can't be detected! Don't put his head in the toilet and drink shit and urine!"

The guard officer in charge of escorting the prisoners knocked on the iron fence with a stick, making a bang bang bang sound, warning other criminals squatting in the shadow of the prison.

"Okay, sir, we promise to complete the task - no, we promise that we will never bully this new friend."

A skinny man with acne on his face replied with a smile. But his laughter seemed a bit vulgar and harsh, like the croaking of an old crow.

"Well, I'm glad you understand." The guard nodded, thinking in his heart: "If I give you this order, Mr. Grayson should be satisfied."

He closed the iron gate tightly with a click, and blew out several nearby oil lamps when he left, plunging the detention cell into darkness and coldness.

When Watson slowly got up from the ground, a ray of pale moonlight shone through the window. It reflected this dark, damp cell filled with the stench of feces and urine, and several prisoners with strange smiles on their faces, ready to fight and walking towards him.

Faced with this scene, Watson smiled sincerely, and the only moonlight fell on his face, illuminating the face covered with milky white soup and the standard eight-tooth smile, and the pale teeth flashed a cold light that was even colder than the moonlight.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, clack--

The deep prison echoed with the dull sound of heavy flesh hitting each other, sometimes mixed with the sound of bones breaking, and a shrill and intermittent scream.

The guard listened to this cruel sound, just as if it were a symphony with a strange rhythm, and drank happily with a bottle of whiskey sent by Mr. Grayson.

"Hahaha, these guys are quite obedient and quick to act."

"Of course, they dare not listen to us? We should be careful not to let them kill people."

"What are you afraid of? They are old prisoners. They know how to torture people to death without finding any obvious external injuries. You can rest assured."

"That's true... Never mind, he is just a little prisoner who dared to offend the nobles. Forget him. Let's drink our wine. Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

After three cups and two glasses of wine, the sounds of fun in the deep cell stopped abruptly.

"It's over so soon? This kid is really a playboy. Do you want to go and take a look?"

"Forget it. Let's see if he's dead or alive tomorrow morning."

"That's right. Don't let this matter disturb our drinking pleasure."

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"Master, it's bad. Mr. John has been arrested and detained in Scotland Yard!!!"

Clovette pushed open the door of the dean's office and shouted anxiously.

"Huh?!"

"Chief Watson has been arrested?!"

Winfres Morgan and Nello Bucks, who were discussing the ceremony tonight, were puzzled at the same time. They immediately turned their heads to look at Crovitte, who was dressed very formally tonight.

It was Nello who asked first: "Clovette, how did you know about this?"

"I, of course I saw it with my own eyes. I saw Mr. John being handcuffed with a gun pointed at his head by a guy who called himself Inspector Grayson, and then he was escorted directly to Scotland Yard... I have inquired about it. Because Mr. John is suspected of assaulting others and provoking nobles, the trial will be expedited and will be held the day after tomorrow."

"And because the female detective specifically ordered to deal with it seriously, Mr. John is likely to be convicted of a felony."

Clovette said the information she had obtained with the help of her sister after hiding in the alley and waiting for a police officer to be left alone.

Upon hearing this, Nello looked up and down at the girl who was regarded as a mascot in the cult, "Clovette... did you go on a date with Chief Watson?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" Crovitte asked with confused eyes, "Oh... this is not the point, the point is that Mr. John was arrested! Mr. Nello, didn't you say that Mr. John is likely to join our cult and be our future member? Now that Mr. John has been arrested and imprisoned, shouldn't we try to rescue Mr. John first?!"

"Oh, so this is what you usually say to everyone, Nello?" After hearing this, Winfreys turned his head and looked at his deputy leader, smiling.

Nello Bacchus immediately knelt on one knee and bowed his head deeply.

"I'm sorry, Master. I just think that if Commander Watson can join our cult, with his abilities, he will definitely help our cult advance further. All my skills were taught by you. Compared to his subordinates, Commander Watson is more suitable to lead fellow believers to explore those unknown secret places... Commander Watson is a sword sharper than his subordinates, and he will definitely help you cut off all the thorns that block the road ahead!"

"Don't be so excited. I don't mean to blame you Nello... Your thoughts are exactly the same as mine. I am also thinking about how to draw John Watson into this order."

Winfrey looked at the girl who was tugging at the corner of her clothes dejectedly, "Crovett, I heard what you just said...Did John provoke a female detective? Was it Charlotte Holmes? Please explain the process in detail. "

"Oh, Mr. John invited me to dinner at the Holborn Restaurant tonight. The two of us were very happy with the meal. The food was delicious and the wine was fragrant... I couldn't bear to use my magic to expel the alcohol." Crowett recounted: "But not long after, the female detective came in with her new assistant who replaced Mr. John. She didn't even look at us. It was her assistant who glanced at John with a disdainful look when he passed by us. At the first glance, Mr. John looked very angry and almost wanted to stand up and fight with him.

I originally wanted to comfort Mr. John not to get excited, but my sister suddenly persuaded me not to stop him and let Mr. John fight with the assistant, saying that this would--scared, couldn't my sister say this? "

Clovette suddenly paused and seemed to be talking to herself.

"Okay, okay, sister, you have the final say." The girl seemed to have finished talking to herself. She raised her head and continued: "Then Mr. John also calmed down, and we continued chatting there as if nothing had happened."

"However, the female detective's assistant suddenly came to the table while we were chatting, knocked down the waiter who was carrying hot soup, and poured the entire bowl of white mushroom cream soup onto Mr. John's head... and then Mr. John couldn't control his emotions anymore and got up and beat the assistant with his cane."

"Mr. John's fight was very hard. He was constantly being suppressed by the other party and was losing ground. The detective assistant even despicably attacked Mr. John's left leg that had not fully recovered. I felt very scared watching from the side."

"What's more, the detective assistant actually wanted to pick up the table knife that Mr. John had just used and stab Mr. John! Seeing that the situation was critical, I borrowed my sister's power to let him feel the intoxicating fragrance of alcohol, and Mr. John took advantage of it. When he was unconscious, he hit the guy on the head with a stick until he rolled his eyes and fainted. "

Crowett seemed to want to excuse her private use of magic, and continued to defend herself: "I originally wanted to take Mr. John's hand and leave the restaurant quickly before anyone else could react...but I didn't expect it. Just then, another police officer who was passing by heard the sound and came in... You all know what happened next. "

After hearing the whole process, Winfreth not only did not show any sadness in his brows, but actually felt a little happy... What a good opportunity!

"Well, I understand, don't worry, Crovette, I won't just watch John be imprisoned. I will go out tomorrow to find our sponsor to help deal with this matter... You and Nello Just wait and see.”

He smiled and said: "Maybe tomorrow, there will be a new member of our order."

It seems that the author has already written about the treasure places inside the capital. Next, should I use the game’s treasure places in each county first, or should I create my own one in the capital...