Chapter 224: The Great Detective Sherlock and the Old Military Doctor Watson

A first-class carriage on the first steam train from Tingen to Backlund.

Leonard stared blankly at the rapidly changing scenery outside the window. Only now did he truly realize that he could not return to the church. Not only that, he could not even stay in Tingen, where he had grown up.

He felt a pang of sadness in his heart. How did things turn out like this? He hadn't said goodbye to the captain, Klein, Roxanne, Frye, and the others yet! And the old man...

Pales was silent, but he did not regret having Leonard fake his death. If he didn't fake his death, he would have to die for real! In the Fourth Epoch, even angels could be killed by that sealed object! Being alive is better than anything else! And your goddess has acquiesced... And your good colleague, he knows you are alive... I hope to meet that "God's Blessing" in Backlund soon...

"Lun... I'm sorry, it's all my fault..." Peiman brought coffee and sandwiches from the first-class dining car and placed them on the small table in front of their spacious seats, saying apologetically.

"No..." Leonard's green eyes closed and opened again. He seemed to realize something and suddenly recited:
“That’s just fate, and the gift of fate has already been secretly marked with a price.

"I just made choices one by one."

After saying this, Leonard suddenly had a wonderful feeling. He seemed to feel that he had truly touched the "Midnight Poet" potion that had been in his body for a long time, and the shell of the potion suddenly shattered and completely merged into his spirit.

At this moment, Leonard understood that this was what the old man had said about "perfect digestion"... and that he himself had become a true and complete "midnight poet", which diluted his sad emotions a little, leaving only the desire to recite poetry aloud!

"Austrian... uh... Emperor Roselle is really wise..." Peiman didn't notice anything unusual. While praising him, she picked up three sugar cubes and added them to Leonard's coffee cup. Well, it is said that eating sweets can make people happy... Hey, it's not midnight yet, what kind of poetry are you reciting! Leonard's mental state is worrying...

At this moment, a gentleman in an expensive formal suit suddenly stood up from the seat in front of them. He stood up and walked to their spacious seats, took off his hat, greeted them, and said with a smile:

"Sir, the poem you recited is so philosophical. I seem to feel a kind of inspiring power from it... Can I meet you? My name is Benson, Benson Moretti."

"Ah~~ Moretti~~" Leonard expressed his amazement with a poet's aria... uh... then his... urge to recite poetry completely disappeared.

“Uh…” Benson broke out in a cold sweat. He often heard Klein say that artists…are always a little abnormal. It seems…his brother was right.

Peiman quickly stood up and returned the greeting:

"I'm sorry, my companion has suffered a bit of a blow... Many people say that he is bad at reading poetry... Well, he has already prepared to change his career, and this time he is going to Backlund to become a detective.

"His name is Sherlock Holmes, and he aspires to become Backlund's number one detective. My name is Watson, and I'm a doctor and his assistant. Well, I may also be Watson Holmes in the future."

"Wow!" A girl in a cute dress came over and asked Peiman with shining eyes:

"Ms. Watson, it was you who took the initiative to pursue Mr. Holmes! You are so bold! I am Melissa Moretti, and Benson is my brother."

"Oh! What a lovely little princess~" Peiman greeted enthusiastically, and then said mysteriously:
"No, as a lady, you have to keep secrets... Secrets can make a woman more feminine. That's how I charmed Mr. Sherlock, and he was the one pursuing me.

"Uh... Mr. Benson, you won't blame me for telling the little princess this in advance, right?"

班森笑道：“我们一家都是女神的信徒，我们也支持梅丽莎能自由恋爱，当然，前提是年龄足够，不然我和克莱恩可是会把对方狠狠揍一顿的。”果然……是克莱恩的哥哥和妹妹……伦纳德·夏洛克心里叹了口气，早就听克莱恩说自己的家人如何如何……真是个令人羡慕的、幸福的混蛋啊……

"Mr. Moretti, Ms. Moretti, nice to meet you. Sorry, I was immersed in reciting poetry just now... I hope I didn't offend you..." Leonard stood up and saluted, greeting and apologizing in a normal tone.

He now has black curly hair, which is common in Loen, and a long, handsome face. This is the face mold that Peiman helped him make. She said that this face is more suitable for being a detective because it has the blessing of the "God of Detectives"... Hey, she always talks about this god or that god. She is worthy of being a "secret prayer"...

Benson breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand.

"No, I personally think that both your poetry recitation skills and the philosophy implied in the poems are top-notch, and definitely not 'bad' as others say. Uh, could it be that you were reciting poetry in the zoo before, and the curly-haired baboon heard and rejected you? That's no wonder..."

Melissa nodded in agreement. Benson's curly-haired baboon joke was very appropriate here!
“You are such a gentleman with a sense of humor, but you’ve overpraised me…” Leonard’s spirit became lively again, and he knew the reason: when a poet recites a poem, he will get feedback if he gets recognition from others.

Seeing that Leonard's mood had improved a little, Peiman immediately said:

"Sir and Miss, the journey is long, why don't you turn your seats over so that we can communicate face to face..."

The first-class carriage is very sparsely populated, which has a lot to do with the fact that the ticket price is 15 soli. The second-class carriage costs 10 soli and the third-class carriage only costs 5 soli, but the conditions are very poor and it is very crowded.

Of course, there is a reason why the luxury first-class seats are expensive, including exclusive dining cars, spacious space... and most importantly: social connections.

So the reversible seats were invented by some "genius". Passengers can flip the hidden switch of the seats according to their wishes, and then that row of seats will turn around and face the row of seats behind it, forming a small reception room... uh, a four-seater green train.

"That's a good idea," Benson also wanted to continue the conversation, "I'll go find the flight attendant..."

“No! No need!” Melissa confidently came to the outside of the seat, stretched out her foot and stepped on the pedal under the seat. With a force of both hands, the forward-facing seat turned over. She raised her chin slightly: “See, it’s very easy.”

“Yes, it’s amazing.” Benson sighed. Mechanical talent was really unreasonable. He and Klein had poor hands-on skills, but Melissa was very good with machinery... Before this, she had never even ridden a steam train, but had only read about it in the newspaper!
Awesome! Leonard, the former Nighthawk whose hands-on ability was all in the negative, sighed. If it was Klein, he would be so flustered that he couldn't find the mechanism and would have to ask the train attendant for help! Uh, no, Klein wouldn't buy a first-class ticket at all...

Leonard thought of the past and felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart. Klein, who was so stingy with him, was actually willing to buy such expensive clothes and first-class tickets for his family... What a happy bastard! He couldn't help but ask:
"Klein, um, I heard you say Klein before, are you two going to Backlund to visit your family this time?"

Benson sat opposite Leonard and asked his sister to sit opposite Ms. Watson, then replied:

“Yes, my brother is working in Backlund now, and I have to go there to discuss some things... On Sunday, I will let my sister go to the big city to see something different.

"By the way, here are my business cards," Benson took out a box of brand new business cards from the inside pocket of his suit, and handed two to the two people opposite him. These were sent by the company's big boss, Old Bruce, last night, along with two first-class tickets and a stack of 10-pound bills that smelled like ink...

"Sorry, because the detective business has not yet officially started, we haven't printed the business cards yet..." Peiman took the business card with both hands, then took a closer look and said in surprise:

"'Perpetual Motion Machine'? 'Infinite Energy'? The name of this company... uh... it's really awesome..."

What a rotten company that is about to go bankrupt!
(End of this chapter)