Nok didn't expect the kid in front of him to be so careless.
He was actually scared to tears within a few seconds.
Nok looked at Sherlock who was crying a little helplessly. He took a few steps back embarrassedly and distanced himself from him, and came to Lillian who had a look of relief.
"Lillian, what should I do?"
Nok whispered to Lillian for help.
Lilian looked at the crying Sherlock. Although she had relieved herself, she still couldn't forget his aggressive expression just now.
So she gloated in a low voice: "How do I know what to do? It wasn't me who made me cry anyway. I've had enough of this hypocritical guy these days. If Brother Nok causes trouble, I wouldn't want my sister to replace him." Can you solve it?"
After finishing speaking, Lilian did not forget to put on an aggrieved expression and looked at Nok with innocent eyes.
Lilian, who has recently kept up with her nutrition, has become more and more slim and has the tendency of a big girl.
But when it comes to cuteness, its lethality is no weaker than that of nine-year-old Ashley and five-year-old Avril.
What else could Nok do? He could only wave to Lilian, indicating that the place was left to him.
Lilian's orange-amber eyes were filled with pride, and she left the room with a smile, leaving the mess here to Nok with confidence.
Seeing Lilian leave, Nok took off the baggage he was carrying and threw it on the low table in front of Sherlock.
Nok sat down opposite Sherlock and sneered: "Okay, stop showing off your little tricks. This is what you want. Take your things and leave the monastery. Don't bother us in the future. We are not welcome in the monastery." People with ulterior motives.”
After Nok revealed his trick, Sherlock immediately stopped crying.
He didn't feel embarrassed at all about being exposed, but calmly adjusted his clothes.
He was indeed frightened by Nok's words before, but through the time of pretending to cry, he had thought of how to deal with Nok and became confident again.
"Well, showing off in front of the priest is indeed a shame."
Sherlock put on a confident smile again, then looked at the strip of baggage on the low table, tapped the table twice with his fingers, and said, "Is the priest so sure that it contains what I want? Twelve gold coins for me. It’s not too much, but judging from the current situation of the monastery, it’s probably a year’s income, right?”
Sherlock had a haughty smile on his face, and his gray eyes were full of mockery.
"Oh! Lord, please forgive me for my arrogance just now. I forgot that with the ability of a group of orphans in your monastery, they may not be able to earn five gold coins a year.
I actually paid twelve gold coins and twenty silver coins extravagantly in exchange for such an unknown baggage. How generous of me! "
Sherlock's exaggerated performance made Nok want to get up and stuff the other person's chestnut-colored head into the other person's thinking butt.
However, the priest's professional training made him give up this idea.
In the monastery, his words and deeds represented the image of the Lord.
Even if he faces a nasty guest, Nok must resolve the trouble gracefully.
Rather than using vulgar violence to make the other party submit.
With a smile on his face, Nok reached out to untie the square bundle, revealing the burnt wooden board inside, and pushed the wooden board wrapped in the bundle in front of Sherlock.
"Yes, it took me three days to complete the investigation that the police station didn't complete for half a month. The reward of these twelve gold coins, oh, and twenty silver coins, I earned a lot of peace of mind."
Hearing Nok's sarcastic words, Sherlock couldn't help but frown.
Although the police department had nothing to do with him, Sherlock always felt that Knock was mocking him, but he had no evidence.
But now is not the time to think about that.
Sherlock looked at the charred wooden board on the low table for a few times, and then looked at Knock in confusion: "Father Ryan, with all due respect, I really can't see that this piece of firewood came from someone's stove. Worth twelve gold coins!”
Nok looked at Sherlock who looked disgusted and didn't even want to touch the wooden board, and sighed.
"Well, I really feel sorry for Mr. Ford Holmes. His nephew claimed to be concerned about his whereabouts, but the clues were right in front of him, but he was unwilling to even touch them. It's really the friendship between goblins and dwarves—— One thing on the surface, but another behind the scenes!”
"What!" Sherlock heard that the thing in front of him was related to his uncle, and he no longer wanted to be angry with Nok.
He quickly reached out, grabbed the wooden board and the wrapping cloth in front of him, and placed it on his lap.
Then carefully spread the cloth on top to reveal the complete wooden board.
Sherlock looked at the wooden board carefully. It was a wooden board that was left after being scorched by the fire. Except for the charred parts, the remaining intact parts also looked dark due to the smoke and fire.
However, if you look carefully, you can still see an incomplete pattern in the burnt area.
A pattern that Sherlock is very familiar with - the crest of the Holmes family.
This was a pattern specially made by his uncle after his father was awarded the title of Baron for his military exploits ten years ago, and it has since become the emblem of the Holmes family.
Whether it is the family's means of transportation, his father's weapons and equipment, or even the family's custom-made tableware, this family emblem is all used.
My uncle worked hard to learn from the old aristocrats.
Apart from the fact that the family does not have a fiefdom, today's Holmes family looks almost like an established aristocracy.
Of course, it's okay to fool ordinary people. In front of the established nobles, the Holmes family is just a small upstart with no background at all, and is no different from lowly common people.
Therefore, except for the members of the Holmes family who are using the emblem of the Holmes family, no one will be able to imitate it.
Other nobles were disdainful, but commoners did not dare.
The wooden board in front of him bears half of the Sherlock Holmes family emblem. What that means, the clever Sherlock naturally knows.
Sherlock was so excited that he stared at Nok with bloodshot eyes and asked loudly: "What the hell is going on! Where did you find this thing! Tell me! Where is my uncle? Is he safe? !”
Faced with Sherlock's questioning, Nook casually picked out his left ear with his left little finger, casually flicked the dirt off his fingertips, and did not forget to put his fingertips in front of his face and blow them clean with his mouth. .
When Sherlock's face started to show anger and he was gasping for air and wanted to get angry, Nok opened his mouth to speak.
"I found the thing in the wilderness outside the West City. As for your uncle's life and death, I don't know. But the soul of the servant who followed Mr. Ford Holmes has been sent to the Lord's Kingdom of God by me.
As for the whereabouts and safety of Mr. Ford Holmes, young Mr. Holmes needs to investigate on your own.
After all, a poor priest like me in a declining monastery is only worth twelve gold coins and twenty silver coins, so naturally I can only do things worth twelve gold coins and twenty silver coins. Wouldn't it be a loss if there were too many? "
Looking at Sherlock whose face turned ugly, Nok continued to laugh at himself: "Speaking of which, I still made a loss this time. After all, I saved a group of resentful spirits for free and sent them to the Kingdom of God, which almost exhausted me to death. . I guess even twelve gold coins can’t make up for my losses!”
Sherlock didn't expect retribution to come so quickly.
Not long ago, he was taunting others that they were in decline and deserved only a meager remuneration.
In the blink of an eye, the person took the reward to say less and gave him a hard "slap".
Sherlock was too anxious at this time to care about arguing with Nok: "How much money do you need before you are willing to tell me the truth! Just tell me the number and I will give it!"
Nok looked coldly at the young man in front of him who was a few years younger than him, but had already begun to know how to pressure people with money. He shook his head with disdain and refused: "I'm sorry, the previous transaction has ended. I have already investigated the disappearance of your uncle. clues.
As for what the truth is, you can investigate it yourself, or hire someone else. I think the police station is very good, you can definitely try it.
Now, please take your things and leave my territory. I - do not - welcome - you! "
Nok pointed in the direction of the door outside the window and shouted unceremoniously to the surprised Sherlock: "Now, get out of my house, otherwise, you will see how God's servants treat their enemies!"
Sherlock was completely panicked: "No! You can't do this! I can add more money! I'll add more money!"
However, what greeted him was Nok's ultimatum.
"roll!"
Nok grabbed a corner of the low table and actually raised the entire low table, intending to throw it at Sherlock.
When Sherlock saw this, his face turned pale with fright. He grabbed the cloth and wooden board on his legs, stood up in panic and ran towards the door.
As he ran, he shouted unconvinced: "You are not keeping your word! You hypocritical guy! No wonder your Holy Church will be replaced by the Church of Nature! Because you are all useless trash!"
"You brat! How dare you insult the Holy Church! I'll tear you apart!"
Nok put the low table down angrily and chased him out.
Although Sherlock is young, his physical fitness is not bad because he has been learning swordsmanship from his father.
Taking advantage of the lead, he rushed out of the monastery gate first and boarded his family's carriage.
When Nok put down the low table and chased him out, he could only see the silhouette of the carriage going away.
Knock could only watch angrily as the carriage disappeared at the end of the Champs Elysées.
"Hmph! You kid can run fast!"
Nok put on a victorious posture, put his hands behind his back, and walked back to the monastery with the "eight" steps that he didn't recognize.
Locking the iron gate of the gate casually, Nok walked towards the backyard.
Sherlock, who left in the carriage, sat in the carriage with a dark face, lost in thought.
Judging from Nook Lane's performance, it seems that his uncle's disappearance really has nothing to do with him.
Although the other party simply mentioned that he found the wooden board in his hand on the outskirts of the west of the city.
But a charred carriage will leave traces even in the wild.
Moreover, the other party's words also revealed that he had surpassed a group of undead.
Then, if there hadn't been a large number of human deaths in the western suburbs of the city.
That is, the place where the uncle disappeared was a place full of death, otherwise a group of undead would not have appeared for Nok Lane to save him.
Of course, this could also be a lie told by Nook Lane to deceive him.
But in that case, as long as he does a little investigation, the lie will be self-evident.
Judging from Nook Ryan's performance these days, the opponent won't be that stupid.
But who should we turn to to continue investigating this matter?
The police station was no longer reliable, and my father and aunt once again seemed to be giving up.
It seems that he needs to use the small treasury provided by his uncle and hire some real professionals to investigate.
Sherlock opened the curtains of the carriage and looked at the tall buildings on Jordan Street through the window.
[There was a power outage yesterday and the manuscript was lost. I just repaired the circuit today, and it feels almost boring to rewrite it. Let's just make do with it. It’s an excessive chapter anyway.
Later, I will start to consider the details and write the first plot climax. 】
