Chapter 14 Research on Blood Characters (7)

Author: Magic Melon

Chapter 14 Research on Blood Characters (7)

Sherlock's expression finally became less frivolous.

He calmed down and carefully observed the curious abyss creature slowly crawling out of the crack.

Although contractors are no longer scarce these days, the base of believers in the Holy See is too large; however, there are still not many contractors who have reached the second stage. So I saw a second-level contractor summoning his own

It would be even more difficult to contract the demon.

Unlike the old priest's contract demon, what Badel summoned was a creature that is not easy to describe.

If you have to describe it, it is a combination of insects and bison. The skin on your body is covered with black and red scales, but it droops in piles. On the heads covered with touching limbs, there are several degenerated eyes.

The traces, the head swayed left and right like drunkenness. There was a disgusting mouthpiece at the front, and huge fangs emerged from it, with sizzling mucus on it.

Moreover, his size was a bit exaggerated, more than twice as big as the spider, so that when it appeared, the whole room seemed cramped.

"Kill the beloved, you should be punished by God." Catherine watched the contracted creature crawl out of the crack, and her eyebrows frowned slightly.

Deacon Badel still had a expressionless face.

But suddenly! He laughed out loud!

Sherlock was startled. He just felt that this face-paralyzing deacon could not have the "laugh" at all.

Deacon Badell does not seem to be very good at laughing. His stiff muscles make this expression look particularly ferocious: "Don't say it's so high-sounding, Karin is not loyal to me, she should die, I'm not considered a murderer's beloved at all.

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"Then you have abused and killed more than a dozen imperial citizens in the past few months."

"They are all unclean people and deserve punishment."

"Who should die, who should not die, that is something that the court can decide. You are just a deacon, but you are abused by lynching."

Deacon Badel shook his head, as if he didn't want to debate this useless topic anymore.

He knew clearly what would happen next. If the unclean woman died, the Holy See would never let him go.

Although it is a bit unprofitable to kill a second-level contractor because of a woman, it is rationally unprofitable, but rules are rules. Whether reasonable or not, as long as they violate it, there is only a way out.

After all, the Holy See is sacred and inviolable.

Just then

"Cough~Cough~"

Sherlock suddenly coughed twice:

"That. Please forgive me for disturbing the conversation between you, but. This is my apartment or rented, so can it be?"

He originally wanted to say: Can you go out and fight?

But then, he saw the most murderous look in Deacon Badell!!!

"Okay, it seems that this matter is beyond discussion." He muttered with regret.

Sherlock was forced into this situation, but he pretended to be a poor passerby victim:

"Then, you guys keep going, I won't bother."

There was a little apology in his tone, and then he turned around and jumped out along the window!

The detective's duty is to find out who the murderer is, and he decided not to participate in the arrest of the murderer this time.

The night wind was howling outside the window, and the hard-won stars were also covered by dark clouds, and the air was a little cold and moist.

In fact, Sherlock wanted to see what the tit-for-tat scene between high-level contractors was, but the room was too narrow. He continued to stay there and watched the fun, and the chance of survival was really not high.

The body fell lightly and there was silence around it. It seemed that the small rental apartment could no longer cover the tension between the three Holy See clergymen, and the suffocating pressure began to spread throughout the long street.

And just as the cold night wind, wet air, and huge pressure stirs each other. In the dark corners of the long street, those gas lights cannot shine.

A heavy steam armor was slowly coming out of it.

Then there are three and five

Ten, twenty

Thirty units, forty units!!!

More and more, until they are blocked by each other, making it impossible to clearly calculate their number.

The armor was painted dark blue all over, and the complex sunflower marks reflected the faint halo of street lights on its shoulders, which was the symbol of the Knights of the Apologetic.

So, on this wet night, the steel began to collide and the sound of boiling steam erupting

In fact, it is hard to imagine that in such a quiet long street, there were so many people ambushing them. When those heavy machines were carried over, they did not make any strange noises.

And that's not the end, because when you look at the buildings on both sides of the street, you will find that at this moment, the lights suddenly lit up behind all the windows in the night, and then some chaotic footsteps sounded, becoming louder and louder.

The roar of steam mixed in.

A large number of law enforcement officers emerged from somewhere and began to quickly evacuate nearby residents.

Every exit of the street was blocked, and huge steel gates had already stood up. Two Zeppelin airships above their heads slowly poked out their huge bodies. Countless lights tilted down, reflecting the night pale.

This situation is really too big for a civilian in the lower city, not to mention the soldiers of the Knights riding in steam armor, all staring at the inconspicuous second-floor window with great seriousness.

, let everything exude a solemn and heavy feeling that is about to come...

Sherlock was also staring at his apartment, looking extremely nervous:

"These guys who are not light or heavy will not demolish this building, you've finally rented it so cheaply."
Chapter completed!