December 24, 1379 in the Medland Glory calendar.

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

Hyderabad City Hall is very productive.

During yesterday's riots, gas pipes were blown up in several streets, leaving them in shambles. Outside the embassy of the Ice Sea Kingdom, a main road was also blown up.

But when I went out this morning, the gas pipes that were blown up yesterday have been re-laid, and the workers gathered by the city hall are backfilling the road and tamping the roadbed. The sidewalks on both sides of the street are already filled with heavy stone slabs, and as long as the roadbed is compacted and paved with stone slabs, the road is considered to have been repaired.

Looking through the car window, looking at the workers on the street who were busy working overnight, and then looking at the results of their work last night, Sherlock couldn't help but rub his eyebrows vigorously.

"This kind of organizational ability and efficiency ......," Sherlock pursed his lips.

As the sword-wielder of the El Order, Sherlock's identity can be called transcendent, and he also maintains a certain detachment mentality, as an outsider, coldly watching the turmoil between the countries of the Medland continent.

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

He still has feelings for the Ice Sea Kingdom.

Yesterday's riots in Hydrderabad, if such a thing happened in the Ice Sea Kingdom, don't say organize workers to repair the roads overnight...... Let's just say that the piecemeal procedures such as recruiting workers, collecting materials, and approving the construction process cannot be completed in a month.

And the Delun Empire, after the riots were put down by force yesterday, the top level of the empire has already begun a comprehensive cleanup and repair work while dealing with the verbal and written criticism of hundreds of ambassadors.

This kind of work efficiency is really terrible.

This kind of execution ability is even more terrifying.

A glimpse of the whole leopard, the conservative, rigid, stiff, and mechanical Delen Empire by nature, they have machine-like obedience and execution...... Such a country......

Sherlock had a bit of a toothache.

If it weren't for the defeat of the last emperor of the Delun Empire, Duolun II, who tossed a powerful empire to the ground...... With the strength of the Deren Empire, the entire Medland continent, large and small, has long been unable to sleep peacefully, right?

Sherlock's four-wheeled carriage drove through the restored street to the corner.

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

Sherlock's carriage was also carefully inspected inside and out...... Even if the driver who drove Sherlock took out the documents of the embassy of the Ice Sea Kingdom, it was useless to apply for diplomatic privileges.

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

The military expenses and baggage to support the Abyss Battlefield are ...... That's a terrifying astronomical fortune...... Now the seemingly peaceful Deren Empire has actually become a volcano that may erupt at any time, right?

At this juncture, no one should provoke them, otherwise they will be crushed by the Deren Empire, which is already on the verge of madness.

What kind of diplomatic privileges and the like, it still has some utility in normal times, but now......

Under Sherlock's orders, the driver honestly walked and stopped all the way, cooperated with the inspection of barricades and checkpoints on the street, and drove slowly for more than five hours before he came to a manor on the eastern outskirts of Hyderabad.

The estate is in a good location, just off the main road out of town east of Hydrderabad.

Out of the city, walk more than a mile, turn south into a boulevard, and then walk more than 300 feet, you can see the manor is full of magnificence, and there is a huge pillar on the left and right like an obelisk.

The carved and hollow bronze door is extremely well maintained, from top to bottom every subtle corner is well cared for and carefully coated with a layer of special grease, and the whole gate can not see the slightest rust, and even faintly glows.

In the gatehouse to the left of the gate, through a large double glass window, a chubby, kind-faced old man can be seen. He sat comfortably in the porter, with a fat tanuki cat in his arms, and on the table in front of him, a few newspapers, and a steaming cup of coffee.

The old man and the tanuki cat look harmless to humans and animals, giving people an extremely warm and relaxed feeling.

Sherlock opened the window and poked his head out.

The old man in the porter's eyelids, who seemed to be asleep, opened his eyes abruptly and nodded at Sherlock with a smile. He put down the tanuki in his hand, stood up, opened the glass window, and waved at Sherlock.

"Your Excellency Sherlock, you came a little early...... However, my personal opinion is that any appointment is a little bit in advance, which is a very good habit and a valuable virtue. ”

Sherlock smiled slightly: "I am honored by your compliment. ”

The old man smiled and nodded, his fat palm lightly patting on the table in front of him. In the obelisk columns on both sides of the gate, there was a subtle soft sound of movement, and the two heavy bronze gates slowly opened inward.

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

Behind the gate, there was a neatly maintained landscape forest, and after walking along the forest lane for another half a mile, a green meadow suddenly opened up in front of Sherlock.

The grassland can be more than 30 acres in size, and it is a miracle to have such a green grassland in such a cold winter.

And last night was another heavy snowfall, and there was not the slightest snow and frost on this meadow, which shows what a miraculous means the manager of this manor has.

To the south of this meadow, behind an oval-shaped, more than 200 feet long and 100 feet wide is a huge three-story building. Different from the conservative and rigid architectural style of the Delun Empire, this palace-like building covering an area of nearly ten acres has a very gorgeous exterior shape, but it is not frivolous.

The carriage stopped, and two young men wearing black tuxedos, white gloves, and black canes greeted them: "Your Excellency Sherlock, your Excellency is waiting in the study. ”

Sherlock got out of the carriage and followed the two young men inside.

The sprawling building was silent, except for the footsteps of the three Sherlocks echoing through the wide corridors, as if the entire building was empty of anyone else.

But in fact, on both sides of the corridor, at intervals of dozens of feet, stood two young men dressed like the young man leading the way.

A neat and straight tuxedo, snow-white and clean white gloves, meticulously groomed hair, and a clean, tidy, cold face. In their left hand, these young men all carried a slender cane, made of ebony.

Sherlock's gaze swept over these youths, they were like prostrate leopards resting, calm and cold, but there was a great power in their bodies, which could explode at any time.

The cane in their hands...... Based on Sherlock's experience, it can be seen at a glance that these canes are actually cane swords. As long as you unscrew the head of the staff and press lightly, you can pull out the long sword hidden inside.

Along the way, I saw that there were no less than two hundred young people standing on both sides of the corridor and in other corners, dressed like this.

A very strong, strong, well-trained force.

Sherlock squinted, he felt the gentle, long breathing of the youths, and then cursed inwardly.

The breathing of these young people follows the exact same rhythm......

His evaluation of these young people immediately went up several steps...... With such a tacit understanding, they are by no means comparable to ordinary stragglers.

This is just the owner of this manor, the guarding force on the bright side.

God knows how many similar forces there are in the shadows?

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

Training such an elite is not just something that can be done with money...... There are more rich people on the mainland of Medland, let's talk about those super Junkers in the Ruhr region, how many outlaws have they recruited with gold marks?

But none of their families can have such a terrifying elite!

It's not something you can do with money.

Led by two young men, Sherlock walked down long corridors, past several large, richly furnished halls, and then up a huge spiral staircase to the third floor of the palatial mansion.

A rather long corridor, different from the corridor below, stood on either side of this corridor by tall maids in long black dresses.

The maids, like the young men below, stood quietly and silently on both sides of the corridor.

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

They didn't carry anything on their hands.

But Sherlock's gaze swept over their long skirts...... Well, there's a lot of space underneath their long skirts, and God knows what deadly gadgets they've hidden underneath them.

These handmaidens, who were beautiful in appearance and had a cold temperament, gave Sherlock the feeling that it was much more dangerous than those young people below.

Those youths, if they are qualified fighters.

These maids in front of them can be described as 'dead soldiers' and 'assassins'.

Sherlock could feel the surging and grandiose power contained in the young people, and these maids gave the impression that they were icebergs without emotion.

Sherlock couldn't help but sigh inwardly again.

It's good, it's powerful.

The personal female guards trained by the Ice Sea Kingdom and specially trained for those princesses and noble ladies are definitely not as mysterious and dangerous as the feeling of these maids in front of them.

So, Sherlock sighed in his heart again: "How afraid of death is this 'king' Your Excellency? ”

At the end of the hallway, there are two heavy black oak doors.

The young man who led the way walked to the door and gently pulled a gold wire hanging from the edge of the door frame.

Through the heavy oak door, Sherlock faintly heard the crisp sound of bells.

The next moment, the door opened silently, and a young woman with a beautiful face gently opened the door: "Your Excellency Sherlock? Please go ......"