Chapter: 1763
It has to be said that he is a bit conflicted in his heart at this time. If there is really a "Nighthawk" or a watchman who is willing to betray the church and serve Mister Fool, his first thought will be to send divine punishment to get rid of this disgusting traitor!
Heaving a sigh of relief and laughing at himself, Klein put on the double-breasted dress and hat, walked out of the room, and came to the side of the street.
Holding an umbrella, he walked around to another street, taking advantage of the fact that the street lights were far away and the drizzle was hazy, he suddenly changed back into Sherlock Moriarty.
Glancing at the wrinkled trousers, Klein reached out to stop a carriage and prepared to go to Isengard Stanton's house in Hillston District.
More than half an hour later, the slightly old and gloomy building appeared in Klein's eyes.
He paid the 2 soli fare, walked around the puddle steadily in the drizzle reflecting the dim light, and arrived at the door of the great detective.
Putting away the umbrella, he stretched out his hand to ring the doorbell. After waiting for a while, Klein saw a young man with a broad face open the door.
The man's hair was wheat-colored, his eyes were gray-blue, and his cheekbones were high. He had the characteristics of Lemburg and Marsh.
Mr. Isengard Stanton's new assistant? Someone from the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom? Klein took off his hat, smiled and said, "Good evening, is Mr. Isengard Stanton in?"
"Yes, he came back from a busy day and just finished his dinner." The young man with wheat-colored hair responded politely, "Who are you?"
Klein laughed and said, "Tell the big detective that a friend of his has returned from vacation."
The young man was taken aback for a moment, and blurted out, "Mr. Sherlock Moriarty?"
Know me? This means that Mr. Isengard Stanton often mentioned me as a friend, or did the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom know that I was involved in the Backlund Great Smog incident? With a smile on his face, Klein nodded calmly and said, "Yes, I'm Sherlock Moriarty."
The young man with gray eyes immediately moved out of the way, and made a gesture of invitation with a warm smile: "Mr. Stanton has been worried about you and was afraid that something might happen to you. He can rest assured now."
Klein handed the umbrella to the other party, took off his hat and coat, and walked into the hall. At this time, Isengard Stanton, who had noticed it, had put down the newspaper and pipe in his hand, left the easy chair, and walked a few steps forward. looked over.
"Oh, Sherlock, you're finally back. It's been a long time, my friend." Essinger, who had a thin face and gray temples, smiled, greeted him, and opened his arms, trying to give a greeting hug.
Klein was not used to this kind of etiquette among men, so he reluctantly responded, and said with a smile: "Mr. Stanton, this is not something that believers in wisdom should do."
The priests and bishops of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" always have a kind of arrogance from the heart, and seldom use the hug ceremony.
In fact, apart from the rough Feysac Empire and the open Kingdom of Intis, this kind of etiquette is rarely seen in other countries and regions, and it only appears among very familiar friends.
Essinger took two steps back and said with a light smile: "No, Sherlock, we always respect and be kind to truly wise friends.
"In my heart, you are the top five detectives in Backlund."
I like to hear that! Klein snickered, and asked humorously, "So you're one of the top three detectives?"
To be praised by a Sequence 7 follower of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" as truly wise is indeed a joy.
"I hope it's like this in your mind." Essinger replied subtly and softly, and then invited Klein to enter the living room and sit on the sofa.
He himself leaned back on the easy chair, picked up the pipe, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly: "I'm glad you didn't encounter any accidents, your physical and mental state are very good.
"How about you, did you have a good time in Dixie Bay?"
Klein had already prepared his speech, and said with a calm smile: "Actually, I didn't go to Disi Bay, I went around there and then went to Constant, hehe, I was involved in Backlund earlier. I got into some trouble, so I can only find a place to hide for a while."
Sherlock Moriarty is a gentleman from Jianhai County with a not-so-distinct accent. After getting into trouble, it is a normal choice to hide back to his hometown - Conston City is the capital of Jianhai County.
"I know." Essinger responded in a low voice.
He didn't ask what kind of trouble Sherlock had caused, but instead smiled and said, "Anyway, you are welcome back to Backlund. If you need any help, you can come to me." JrNovels.com
Heaving a sigh of relief and laughing at himself, Klein put on the double-breasted dress and hat, walked out of the room, and came to the side of the street.
Holding an umbrella, he walked around to another street, taking advantage of the fact that the street lights were far away and the drizzle was hazy, he suddenly changed back into Sherlock Moriarty.
Glancing at the wrinkled trousers, Klein reached out to stop a carriage and prepared to go to Isengard Stanton's house in Hillston District.
More than half an hour later, the slightly old and gloomy building appeared in Klein's eyes.
He paid the 2 soli fare, walked around the puddle steadily in the drizzle reflecting the dim light, and arrived at the door of the great detective.
Putting away the umbrella, he stretched out his hand to ring the doorbell. After waiting for a while, Klein saw a young man with a broad face open the door.
The man's hair was wheat-colored, his eyes were gray-blue, and his cheekbones were high. He had the characteristics of Lemburg and Marsh.
Mr. Isengard Stanton's new assistant? Someone from the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom? Klein took off his hat, smiled and said, "Good evening, is Mr. Isengard Stanton in?"
"Yes, he came back from a busy day and just finished his dinner." The young man with wheat-colored hair responded politely, "Who are you?"
Klein laughed and said, "Tell the big detective that a friend of his has returned from vacation."
The young man was taken aback for a moment, and blurted out, "Mr. Sherlock Moriarty?"
Know me? This means that Mr. Isengard Stanton often mentioned me as a friend, or did the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom know that I was involved in the Backlund Great Smog incident? With a smile on his face, Klein nodded calmly and said, "Yes, I'm Sherlock Moriarty."
The young man with gray eyes immediately moved out of the way, and made a gesture of invitation with a warm smile: "Mr. Stanton has been worried about you and was afraid that something might happen to you. He can rest assured now."
Klein handed the umbrella to the other party, took off his hat and coat, and walked into the hall. At this time, Isengard Stanton, who had noticed it, had put down the newspaper and pipe in his hand, left the easy chair, and walked a few steps forward. looked over.
"Oh, Sherlock, you're finally back. It's been a long time, my friend." Essinger, who had a thin face and gray temples, smiled, greeted him, and opened his arms, trying to give a greeting hug.
Klein was not used to this kind of etiquette among men, so he reluctantly responded, and said with a smile: "Mr. Stanton, this is not something that believers in wisdom should do."
The priests and bishops of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" always have a kind of arrogance from the heart, and seldom use the hug ceremony.
In fact, apart from the rough Feysac Empire and the open Kingdom of Intis, this kind of etiquette is rarely seen in other countries and regions, and it only appears among very familiar friends.
Essinger took two steps back and said with a light smile: "No, Sherlock, we always respect and be kind to truly wise friends.
"In my heart, you are the top five detectives in Backlund."
I like to hear that! Klein snickered, and asked humorously, "So you're one of the top three detectives?"
To be praised by a Sequence 7 follower of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" as truly wise is indeed a joy.
"I hope it's like this in your mind." Essinger replied subtly and softly, and then invited Klein to enter the living room and sit on the sofa.
He himself leaned back on the easy chair, picked up the pipe, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly: "I'm glad you didn't encounter any accidents, your physical and mental state are very good.
"How about you, did you have a good time in Dixie Bay?"
Klein had already prepared his speech, and said with a calm smile: "Actually, I didn't go to Disi Bay, I went around there and then went to Constant, hehe, I was involved in Backlund earlier. I got into some trouble, so I can only find a place to hide for a while."
Sherlock Moriarty is a gentleman from Jianhai County with a not-so-distinct accent. After getting into trouble, it is a normal choice to hide back to his hometown - Conston City is the capital of Jianhai County.
"I know." Essinger responded in a low voice.
He didn't ask what kind of trouble Sherlock had caused, but instead smiled and said, "Anyway, you are welcome back to Backlund. If you need any help, you can come to me." JrNovels.com
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