December 24, 1379, Medland Glory Calendar.

Early in the morning, Sherlock took a car and left the Embassy of the Ice Sea Kingdom in the Delun Empire through the back door.

Fort Heidra City Hall is very efficient.

During yesterday's riots, gas pipelines on many streets were detonated, causing a mess. Outside the embassy of the Ice Sea Kingdom, a main road was also blown up to the sky.

But when we went out this morning, the gas pipeline that was blown up yesterday had been repaved. The workers convened by the city hall were backfilling the road surface and compacting the roadbed. The sidewalks on both sides of the street were already filled with thick stone slabs. As long as the roadbed was compacted and the stone slabs were laid, the road would be restored.

Through the car window, looking at the busy workers working overtime all night on the street, and then looking at the work results of their busy night last night, Sherlock couldn't help but rub his eyebrows hard.

"This organizational ability and efficiency..." Sherlock pursed his lips.

As the sword-holder of the Al organization, Sherlock's identity is transcendent. He also maintains a certain transcendent mentality. As an outsider, he watched the turbulence between countries in the Medlands continent in a cold manner.

However, after all, he was born in the Ice Sea Kingdom, and he had a little bit of royal blood and had the title of Earl.

He still has feelings for the Kingdom of Ice Sea.

Yesterday, the riots in Fort Heidra. If such a thing happened in the Kingdom of Ice Sea, not to mention organizing workers to repair the road overnight... Just recruiting workers, collecting materials, approving construction processes and other fragmented procedures will not be completed in a month.

After the Delun Empire strongly quelled the riots yesterday, the senior officials of the empire had already begun a comprehensive cleanup and restoration work while coping with the criticism of hundreds of ambassadors of the country.

Such work efficiency is really terrible.

Such execution ability is even more terrifying.

A glimpse of the whole leopard, conservative, rigid, rigid, and mechanical Delun Empire, they have the obedience and execution ability of machines... Such a country...

Sherlock had a toothache.

If it weren't for the last emperor of the Delun Empire, Doron II, who had tortured a powerful empire to pieces and suffered from five or seven injuries... With the strength of the Delun Empire, all countries in the Medland Continent would have been unable to sleep for a long time, right?

The four-wheeled carriage that Sherlock drove through the restored street and arrived at the intersection.

The barricades here have not been withdrawn, and the Imperial soldiers wearing winter coats are still strictly checking the identities of passers-by in the barricades.

Sherlock's carriage was also carefully inspected inside and outside... Even if the driver who drove Sherlock, took out documents from the Ice Sea Kingdom Embassy, ​​applying for diplomatic privileges was useless.

Looking at the soldiers with stiff faces and cold eyes, Sherlock shrugged helplessly.

Military expenditure and supplies supporting the abyss battlefield... such a terrifying astronomical wealth... Now, the seemingly peaceful Delun Empire has actually become a volcano that may erupt at any time, right?

At this moment, no one should provoke them, otherwise they would be crushed to pieces by the Delun Empire, which was already on the verge of madness.

What kind of diplomatic privileges are useful when you take them out on weekdays, but now...

At the command of Sherlock, the driver was honest and stopped all the way, cooperating with the inspection of barricades and checking on the streets, and drove slowly for more than five hours before he arrived at a manor in the eastern suburbs of Heidra Fort.

The manor is located very well, just next to the main road to leave the city to the east of Fort Heidra.

After leaving the city, walking for more than a mile, turning south into a boulevard, and walking more than 300 feet, you can see the manor is full of magnificence, with a gate on each side of the house that looks like a huge pillar that looks like an obelisk.

The carved hollow door made of bronze is well maintained, and every tiny corner from top to bottom is greasy and shiny. It is carefully coated with a layer of special grease. There is no rust in the entire door, and there is even a faint light.

In the door chamber on the left side of the gate, through the large double glass window, a chubby and kind-looking old man could be seen. He sat comfortably in the door chamber, holding a fat tabby cat in his arms, and on the table in front of him were several newspapers and a cup of steaming coffee.

The old man and the tabby cat look harmless, giving people an extremely warm and leisurely feeling.

Sherlock opened the car window and poked his head out.

The old man, who had drooping eyes in the doorman, suddenly opened his eyes and nodded at Sheroke with a smile. He put down the tabby cat in his hand, stood up, opened the glass window, and waved at Sheroke.

"Mr. Shelloc, you came a little early...but my personal opinion is that any date is a very good habit and a precious virtue."

Sherlock smiled slightly: "Your praise makes me honored."

The old man smiled and nodded, and his thick palm slapped his lips on the table in front of him. A subtle and gentle sound of mechanical movement came from the obelisk pillars on both sides of the door, and the two thick bronze doors slowly opened inwards.

The carriage drove into the gate, and the bronze gate slowly closed behind the carriage.

Behind the gate was a neatly maintained landscape forest. It walked along the forest driveway for a short distance. It suddenly became clear before my eyes, and a green grass appeared in front of Sherlock.

The grassland can be as big as thirty acres. It is a miracle to have such a green grassland in such a cold winter.

And last night there was another heavy snow, and there was no snow or frost on the grass, which shows how magical the manager of this manor has.

On the south of this meadow, behind an oval, carved fountain with a length of more than 200 feet and a width of more than 100 feet is a huge three-story building. Unlike the conservative and rigid architectural style of the Delun Empire, this palace-style building covering an area of ​​nearly ten acres has a gorgeous exterior shape but does not look frivolous.

The carriage stopped, and two young men wearing black tuxedoes, white gloves, and holding black canes greeted him: "Mr. Shelloke, the adults are waiting in the study."

Sherlock got off the carriage and walked in with the two young men.

The huge building was quiet, and only the footsteps of Sherlock and the other three echoed in the spacious corridor, as if the entire building was empty and there was no one else.

But in fact, on both sides of the corridor, every dozens of feet away, there were two young men dressed like young men who were leading the way.

A neat and straight tuxedo, a snow-white and white gloves, meticulously cared for hair, a clean and tidy, and a cold and solemn face. The left hands of these young men were all holding a slender cane, a cane made of ebony.

Sherlock's eyes swept over these young men, like leopards crawling and resting, calm and solemn, but there was a powerful force in his body that could explode at any time.

The canes in their hands... With Sherlock's experience, they could see at a glance that these canes are actually swords of cane. Just turn the head of the cane and press the machine lightly to pull out the long sword hidden inside.

As I saw along the way, there were no less than two hundred young people standing on both sides of the corridor and in other corners.

A very powerful, powerful and well-trained force.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, feeling these young and soft and long breaths, and then cursed in his heart.

The breathing of these young people is at a completely consistent rhythm...

His evaluation of these young people immediately reached several levels... Such a tacit understanding of them is definitely not comparable to ordinary stragglers.

This is just the guardian force placed on the surface of the owner of this manor.

God knows how many similar forces he has in secret?

"This is the power and power that the 'king' has..." Sherlock sighed in his heart with great envy.

Training such an elite team is not just something that can be done with money... There are more wealthy people in the Medland continent, just talk about the super Junckers in the Ruhr City area, how many outlaws have they recruited with Jinmak?

But they don’t have any family that can have such a terrifying elite!

This is not something that can be done with money.

Led by two young men, Sherlock walked through the long corridor, passed by several huge, gorgeously furnished halls, and then walked up a huge spiral staircase, and finally arrived at the third floor of this palace-style mansion.

A rather long corridor is different from the corridor coming in below. Standing on both sides of this corridor are tall maids wearing black long skirts.

These maids stood quietly and silently on both sides of the corridor, just like the young man below.

They crossed their hands and hung naturally in front of them.

They were clean and didn't carry anything on their hands.

But Sherlock's eyes swept over their long skirts... Well, there is a lot of space under their long skirts. God knows what life-threatening gadgets they hide under the long skirts.

These beautiful maids with cold temperament give Sherlock a feeling that they are much more dangerous than the young people below.

Those young people, if they are qualified soldiers.

The maids in front of you can be described as "dead soldiers" and "assassin".

Sherlock could feel the surging and grand power contained in the young people, and the feeling these maids gave people is the icebergs without emotion.

Sherlock couldn't help but sigh in his heart again.

Very good, very powerful.

The personal female guard trained by the Ice Sea Kingdom and specially trained for those princesses and noble ladies is definitely not as mysterious and dangerous as the maids in front of you.

So Sherlock sighed in his heart again: "How afraid is this 'king', is this 'king'?"

At the end of the corridor are two thick black oak doors.

The young man who led the way walked to the door and gently pulled a golden thread hanging from the side of the sliding door frame.

Through the thick oak door, Sherlock could faintly hear the crisp sound of bells.
Chapter completed!