Facing Allen's scolding, the boy on the ground was not afraid.
On the contrary, the scene where he was almost trampled by a horse made him extremely scared.
He stood up from the ground, brushing the dust off his body, and quickly gave an aristocratic salute to Alan Covert.
"I have met His Excellency the Viscount."
Seeing that the young man in front of him actually understood the aristocratic etiquette, Allen immediately restrained his anger and stopped cursing.
He asked doubtfully: "Excuse me. Whose child are you from? Why are you still wandering on the street so late at night? And you even rushed out to block my way."
Sherlock quickly replied, "My name is Sherlock Holmes, and my father is Baron Sig Holmes. I'm here to seek cooperation with His Excellency the Viscount."
Allen laughed uncontrollably after hearing Sherlock's words.
"Hahaha, cooperation? A son of a baron family that this Viscount has never heard of actually wants to cooperate with this Viscount. Am I drunk, or are you crazy, boy!"
Alan's arrogant attitude made Sherlock feel very uncomfortable.
Being young and vigorous, Sherlock forgot the aristocratic rules taught to him by his etiquette teacher, and started to contradict Allen.
"Sir, although our Holmes family is just a newly ennobled noble, my father is very much appreciated by Her Majesty the Queen. I believe that with my father's ability, he will make further contributions to Her Majesty the Queen and win a higher title. When the time comes, , the surname of Holmes will be resounding throughout the kingdom.”
On the dark road, Allen looked at the unruly young man standing in front of the horse, and listened to the other man's shameless words. For some reason, he felt a sense of humiliation in his heart.
He couldn't help but think: "Is this kid here to humiliate me on purpose?"
This cannot be explained by Allen's wild imagination. Half a century ago, there were not powerful small nobles who grew stronger by annexing the declining old nobles.
The territories and wealth of the declining nobles were coveted by the small nobles.
Therefore, in the previous kingdom, wars between lords continued to occur frequently.
The big nobles annexed the small nobles, and the powerful annexed the weak.
Therefore, the nobles at that time, even if their family was in decline, would dig deep into their family wealth to make themselves look glamorous in front of outsiders.
Even if it's just a bluff, it's enough to scare away some small nobles who are powerful but have no background.
But even so, there will still be some small nobles who think they are not weak and will use provocations to test the reality of the established nobles.
Once the old nobles show guilt and give in, those powerful young nobles will pounce on them like hungry wolves, bite the toothless old lion to death, and drink their blood and eat their flesh!
Could it be that the so-called Holmes family felt that they had the strength to take their place, so they wanted to rival the Kvothe family, so they sent this brat to test themselves?
Really looking for death!
Allen's face became increasingly ugly, looking particularly ferocious under the dim light.
Sherlock would not have imagined that his young and energetic opposition would give the director in front of him so many strange ideas, and would almost bring disaster to his family!
Looking at Mr. Director, whose face suddenly turned ugly, Sherlock thought the other man was angry because he contradicted him.
In fact, Sherlock already regretted it after contradicting Alan.
The first lesson his etiquette teacher gave him had repeatedly warned him: Never offend someone who is higher than you.
Thinking of this, Sherlock quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, Your Excellency. I didn't mean to contradict you just now. I just wanted to maintain Holmes' dignity."
Allen laughed angrily: "Humph, Holmes' dignity? Very good, I will remember you. Holmes family brat, let us wait and see how Holmes defends his dignity!"
After saying that, Allen was about to drive around Sherlock. He no longer wanted to waste time with Sherlock here.
He wanted to go back and write a letter to the family, and then send the letter back to his hometown in the morning, so that his father, Cowart Sr., could prepare for war with the Holmes family!
Although the Kvothe family has declined, it will never be afraid of challenges!
A newly-minted baron still wants to provoke an established noble like Kvothe. Do you really think that the Kvothe family, which has a rich heritage of two hundred years, is a bleating beast that only eats grass on Salisbury Plain!
Kvothe will let Holmes know that a sleeping lion is also a lion, and not just any hyena can provoke him!
However, what Allen didn't expect was that when he saw him about to leave, the kid dared to pull the reins of his mount!
"Kid! You are so presumptuous!"
Allen was angry and could no longer maintain his aristocratic etiquette.
Without thinking, he waved the riding crop in his hand and struck Sherlock hard.
After being "repeatedly provoked" by Sherlock, even if he is just a brat, Allen will teach him a lesson!
"Snapped!"
"Ouch!"
The whip fell on Sherlock's shoulder, causing Sherlock to scream and let go of the reins, clutching his shoulder and retreating.
Sherlock looked at Allen on the horse in confusion and asked: "Your Excellency, why did you hit me?"
"Why can't I hit you! Who am I, what is your identity, you block my way over and over again, who gave you the courage. Even if the Kvothe family falls, it's not you Holmes. The family can bully you!"
Allen Covert on horseback was already furious, and the mustache on his mouth was trembling because of Allen's anger.
After hearing Allen's angry rebuke, Sherlock finally understood that Allen had misunderstood him.
He quickly explained loudly: "Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! Your Majesty the Viscount, I did not mean to provoke you, I really came to discuss cooperation with you!"
Allen on horseback bent down and looked down at the young man in front of him, and said quickly: "What a joke! Let's not say that I have no need to cooperate with you.
Even if there is a need, what qualifications do you have to cooperate with this Viscount? Even your baron father is not qualified! Got it, Holmes kid! "
Allen clamped the horse's belly and pulled the reins: "Get out of the way, otherwise don't blame me for being rude. Then it won't be a matter of a whip."
Seeing that Alan was about to ride away, Sherlock no longer cared about playing tricks.
"[Ripper]! It's [Ripper]! I have clues about this guy!"
"What did you say!"
Allen, who had already ridden his horse for some distance, quickly grabbed his mount and turned around to glare at Sherlock.
Facing Alan's cannibalistic gaze, Sherlock swallowed in fear and said, "I have clues about the Ripper, and I can provide them to you, but you also have to do me a favor. Can you? Your Mightiness."
Allen turned back on his horse, came to Sherlock and got off his horse.
"Are you serious? If you can help me catch [The Ripper], not only will I forgive your rudeness just now, but you will also gain the friendship of me, Alan Covert."
At this moment, Allen couldn't care less about being angry.
As long as this kid can really help him catch [The Ripper] and keep his current status, then it doesn't matter if he is being used.
Hearing Mr. Director swear in his own name, Sherlock finally smiled.
He quickly leaned into Allen's ear and whispered his speculation and purpose to Allen Covert.
After a while, after listening to Sherlock's narration, Alan looked at the boy in front of him in surprise for a while. He doubtfully asked his doubts.
"Are you sure? Do you have evidence? Although he is not a big shot, he is well-known in the British city. Even Her Majesty the Queen has not touched him. If there is no evidence, I will not listen to your words and cause trouble for myself. .”
Seeing that Alan didn't completely believe his words, Sherlock became anxious.
"Your Excellency, how could I joke about such a thing! He did personally admit in front of me that he had fought with [The Ripper], and then after accepting my commission, he brought me the fragments of my uncle's carriage."
"I am very sure that even if he is not the [Ripper], he is still related to the disappearance of my uncle. There is absolutely no way he is innocent!"
However, Sherlock's words did not satisfy Alan.
I saw him saying in disappointment: "No, young man. The investigation of the case does not rely on personal conjecture, but on evidence. Even if he gave your uncle the fragments of the carriage he was riding in when he disappeared, it would not be able to prove that he was related to your uncle. It has nothing to do with the disappearance, let alone anything to do with [The Ripper].”
"You also said that he is a professional. It is not surprising that he met the [Ripper], fought against him and survived. Didn't your uncle and the other victim also survive? Could it be that they were also [Ripper] hand】?"
"Besides, these words are just what the person told you. You have no evidence to prove that he told the truth. Even if I arrest him and he doesn't admit it, our police station can't do anything with him."
"The most important thing is that the guy himself is a big trouble. Her Majesty the Queen did not touch him, and Bishop Norad of the Natural God Church did not touch him. Even the arrogant nobles of the British City did not touch him. How can you Why do you think that just because of your one-sided words, I caused such a big trouble that the entire British city is not willing to cause?"
Alan's series of questions left young Sherlock speechless.
He didn't expect that he would have so many concerns about just arresting a marginalized guy.
But he didn't have any evidence. In order to frame that person, he even lied and framed the other person as the "Ripper".
He naively thought that Alan Covert needed a murderer to solve the case, and he could provide a "murderer". Everyone was a noble and could cooperate tacitly.
A commoner with no background was not allowed to be manipulated by the two of them.
But Allen's words made him realize how naive he was!
A commoner with the title of a priest can actually make so many big shots fearful. Is such a person really just a commoner?
For a moment, Sherlock thought about quitting.
[Okay, the power is out again. Zongheng's writing APP will not be launched until the 18th. When the power goes out, the computer cannot be opened and the manuscript cannot be obtained.
I really need to set up the update before coding in the future. In the South, there are always power outages to repair lines.
I really don’t know when it suddenly lost power. 】
