Investigation on the Word 'Blood' (7)

Sherlock's expression finally became less frivolous.

He quieted down and carefully observed the strange-looking abyssal creature slowly crawling out of the crack.

Although at this age, covenant people were no longer considered scarce commodities, after all, the number of believers in the Church was simply too large, there were still not many covenant people who had reached the second stage. Then, seeing a second-stage covenant person summon his own covenant demon was even more difficult.

Unlike the old priest's covenant demon, the thing Baldell summoned was a creature that was not easy to describe.

If one had to describe it, it was the combination of an insect and a bison… The skin on its body was covered in black and red scales, but they were drooping in piles. On the head that was covered in tentacles, there were traces of a few degenerated eyes. The head swayed left and right as if it was drunk. There was a disgusting mouthpart at the front, and huge fangs protruded from it. There was also sizzling mucus on it.

Moreover, its size was a little exaggerated. It was more than double the size of that spider. As such, the moment it appeared, the entire room seemed extremely cramped.

"Killing your loved one deserves divine punishment." Catherine watched as the covenant creature crawled out of the crack, frowning slightly.

Deacon Baldell was still expressionless…

But all of a sudden, he burst out in laughter!

Sherlock was startled. He had thought that it was impossible for this stoic-faced deacon to have laughter in his genes.

Deacon Baldell, on the other hand, did not seem to be very good at laughing. His stiff muscles made his expression look especially hideous. "Don't make it sound so dignified. Karine was unfaithful to me. She deserved to die. I'm not a murderer at all."

"Then in the past few months, you've even abused and killed more than ten citizens of the empire…"

"They're all unclean. They deserve to be punished."

"Who deserves to die and who does not is a matter for the tribunal court to decide. You're just a deacon, but you abused your power…"

Baldell shook his head, as if he did not wish to debate this useless topic anymore.

He knew very well what would happen next. If that unchaste woman died, the Vatican would definitely not let him off.

Although rationally speaking, it was not worth it to kill a second-stage covenant person because of a woman, rules were rules. Regardless of whether it was reasonable or not, as long as one violated it, they would only die.

After all… the Vatican was sacred and inviolable.

At this moment…

"Cough! Cough!"

Sherlock coughed and said,

"Um… forgive me for interrupting your conversation, but… this is my apartment, and it's rented, so can you…?"

He was going to say, "Can you guys go out and fight?"

But then, he saw Deacon Baldell's eyes that were filled with the most intense killing intent!

"Alright, looks like this matter is not negotiable," he muttered regretfully.

Sherlock was the main culprit behind Deacon Baldell's situation, but he acted as though he was a victim.

"Then, you guys continue. I won't interrupt you anymore."

There was even a hint of apology in his tone. Then, he turned around and jumped out of the window!

The duty of a detective was to find out who the killer was. As for arresting the killer, he decided not to participate this time.

…

The night wind howled outside the window. The few rare stars were covered by dark clouds, and the air was cold and moist.

Sherlock had wanted to see how the conflict between high-level covenant persons would play out, but the room was too cramped. If he continued to stay there and watch the fun, his chances of survival were slim.

He landed lightly on the ground, and the surrounding area was silent. It was as if the small rental apartment could no longer contain the hostility between the three clergymen of the Vatican, and the suffocating pressure began to spread throughout the entire street.

In the cold night wind and wet air mixed with immense pressure… in the dark corner of the long street, where the gas lamps could not reach… a heavy steam armor was slowly coming out from it.

Then, there were three, five…

10, 20…

Thirty, forty!

There were more and more of them until they blocked each other, making it impossible to count them clearly.

These armors were painted dark blue, and the intricate sunflower imprint on their shoulders reflected the faint light of the street lamps. That was the symbol of the Guardian Knights.

Thus, on this wet night, the steel began to collide with each other, and the sound of rolling steam could be heard…

In fact, it was hard to imagine that there were so many people lying in ambush on such a quiet long street. When the heavy machines were carried over, they did not make any strange sounds.

And that was not all. If one looked at the buildings on both sides of the street, one would realize that at this moment, almost all the windows suddenly lit up in the night, followed by the sounds of some chaotic footsteps, which became louder and louder, mixed with the roar of steam.

A large number of law enforcement officers appeared out of nowhere and began to quickly evacuate the neighbourhood.

Every exit in the street was blocked off, and huge steel gates had been erected. Above them, two zeppelin airships slowly stretched out their huge bodies, and countless lights were tilted downward, illuminating the night with pale light.

This battle lineup was really too big for a commoner in the downtown area, not to mention the Guardian Knights who were riding in steam armor. All of them were gazing at the inconspicuous second-floor window solemnly, making everything exude the solemnity and heaviness of an impending storm…

Sherlock looked at his apartment nervously and said, "These bunch of impertinent fellows won't tear down this building, right… It's not easy to rent it at such a cheap price…"