"... Although I can't figure out what position the business consultant is, Chaldeans shouldn't have such a position in the past, right?"
Sherlock Holmes raised his eyebrows and glanced at Goldroof.
"I have never been interested in specific official positions, but if I am expected from others, it is not OK to not respond well."
"First... let's talk about it short."
He stretched out a finger and glanced across everyone's face in the control room.
"I will first explain the possibility of floating up - we are not unable to float up, but we have no place to float up now."
"If we were to float from this negativity world of imaginary numbers into the real world of real numbers, it would be natural to need the relative [destiny]."
"You can understand it as [anchor]."
He frowned, and his legs crossed were shaking.
"In theory, anything in the real world can become the corresponding [fate] - meaning that as long as we know, understand, and related things can become an opportunity to help us escape from the current imaginary space."
“But it can’t be done now.”
Sherlock Holmes shook his head gently, took a sip of his pipe, and spit out a thin smoke.
"This news represents something...the earth has been [bleached] now."
“… bleaching, what does it mean.”
Goldruf's face showed a somewhat inexplicable expression.
"In simple terms, it means [nothing is gone]."
Sherlock Holmes spread his hands.
"Nothing left?"
"Well, nothing is left, only a blank white left."
"......real?"
"real."
Puff—
It was the sound of Goldruv Mujik sitting on the chair.
His eyebrows were trembling, his eyes closed, and he held his forehead with one hand.
“…We once saw something quite terrible in the Antarctic.”
"It's the things that look like meteorites, but not meteorites. I noticed the number of those things at that time... If I remember correctly, it should be seven."
"If it is really a meteorite or something similar to a meteorite, falling to the ground will indeed cause a considerable degree of damage...even if it causes a greater than the Tungus explosion at the same time, it may be."
"But- that's all!"
He raised his head and gritted his teeth at Sherlock Holmes.
"It's just a disaster of seven meteorites, and it's impossible to destroy human civilization!"
He pounded the armrest of his chair hard.
"Even if you clean up most countries, it is impossible - let alone the clock tower that has been passed down for two thousand years!"
"That's the clock tower! It is protected by countless magic positions, and it is equivalent to the most solid fortress in the world! Even if the earth destroys the clock tower, it will definitely not be destroyed!"
Listening to what Goldruv Mujik said, Fujimaru Rika and Mashu looked at each other.
If that's the case, what's going on in London's special clock tower...
"Please accept the reality, Director Goldruv Mujik."
Facing Goldruf Mujik who was not sure whether he was talking to himself, Holmes looked at him with a plain and even cold look.
"The current situation is that London has been destroyed. Even the clock tower has been destroyed, and the Magic Society no longer exists."
"All the countries on the earth have disappeared, and humans except us don't know where to go."
"The earth now is really [nothing]."
"If it weren't for this, that Kilshtalya Vodaim wouldn't have made such a declaration, and the dilemma that we cannot rise now also proves this."
"Stop saying such ridiculous words!"
Bang!
Goldruf Mujik once again patted the armrest of his chair and stared at Sherlock Holmes.
"How could the world be destroyed so easily! The reason - the reason!"
"You guys think so too--right!"
He looked at the other people in the control room as if asking for help, and asked as if asking for help.
Mashu pursed his lips and turned his head.
Fujimaru Rika sighed, lowering her head.
Munier said nothing and did not look at Goldruv.
"Hey! Don't show such a low expression!!!"
"Ritaka - Fujimaru Rika! Although I could tell at a glance that you were a little arrogant - you are quite emotional to me!"
Goldruv Mujik still didn't give up and looked at Fujimaru Rika, who was the backbone of a car.
"Tell me quickly! Let me tell you that Holmes is talking nonsense!"
Fujimaru Rika scratched her head.
What the hell is arrogant? Do you look arrogant?
But... forget it.
In this matter, I still have to stand on the more rational side.
"Mr. Goldruf, please...abandon your fantasy."
Her expression became serious and serious. After experiencing the baptism of many special points and crises, she really had a little momentum when she made this expression, which made Goldruv Mujik's neck shrink involuntarily.
"This is one thing that has a precedent to follow. Please give up these unrealistic ideas."
"We are always in danger. If we stick to our own ideas, we will only delay the time to make the right decisions and choices."
"So, please listen to what Mr. Sherlock Holmes said first."
"You, me, you..."
Goldrov's face turned a little red. He looked at Fujimaru Rika, then looked at him sitting there calmly, smiling at her Holmes, suddenly showing a deflated expression, and slumped on the chair with a sad face.
"So, so what should I do now... Even Rika started to scold me seriously...Aren't we the same type of people..."
Holmes and Fujimaru Rika looked at each other and smiled together.
"...I know this is nonsense, but, finally, let me confirm it."
"Is there really nothing on the surface?"
The new director raised his head and asked this question.
Several other people in the control room nodded together.
“………so.”
"Then, then just set up a new magic organization, Goff or something..."
......Is you mentally insane?
"If you want to organize it, you can organize it yourself, uncle, no one will stop you now."
Munier said with disgust.
"Who is the uncle!!!"
Goldruf immediately resurrected with full blood.
"I'm only twenty-eight years old! I'm still a beautiful young man!!!"
Chapter completed!