what do you think sherlock

Chapter 10 Charles' Academic Gathering
"Hahahahaha," both Charles and Di Renjie laughed happily.

"Sorry, I was rude," Di Renjie calmed down after laughing for a while, but after such an incident, his state returned to a relatively relaxed state.

"Don't worry, this is a normal reaction," Charles' beard was still shaking, obviously in a good mood,

"Every time I lead a newcomer into the extraordinary, I will tell this story to them."

"Okay, Mr. Watson, it's getting late. What you need most now is to sleep on a soft bed. Regarding your two fields, I will help collect some information. Let's talk about it tomorrow morning ,How about it?"

"Of course, it's a great arrangement." Di Renjie stood up from the sofa, walked to the door, and suddenly looked back at Charles, asking curiously:

"Although I should leave at this time, I would like to ask another question in the end. Have you prepared the same thank you gift for Mr. Sherlock?"

"Hahaha, I originally planned this way, but a friend of mine reminded me that Mr. Sherlock already has an afterglow of sublimation under his name, but for various reasons, the person who has taken a fancy to him has not given up the share. Give him the key, but I believe it's just a matter of time. So I can only exchange a gift, but I haven't found a suitable one for a while, so I can only thank him after I finish my private affairs. I hope Mr. Watson can keep it a secret for me." Charles said with a wry smile.

"Of course," Di Renjie agreed thoughtfully. What Charles said reminded him of the special attitude of people from the Secrecy Bureau towards Sherlock. There may be some connection between the two.

"Such a dream, Mr. Watson." Charles raised the teacup in his hand and bid farewell to Di Renjie temporarily.

After Di Renjie walked out and closed the door, Charles slowly stood up from the couch.

He paced to the window of the room, pulled out the lock, pushed open the glass window, stretched out a hand outside the window, and swayed slightly in the air.

Accompanied by this swing, an invisible rhythm spreads around.

A moment later, a larger pigeon with interlaced red, purple and blue feathers and the first-born phoenix crown fell from the sky.

This is a Victoria King Pigeon, but unlike his brethren who can only hop on the ground, this King Pigeon has the power to soar in the sky.

The pigeon landed steadily on Charles' arm, and Charles gently stroked the feathers of the pigeon.

"Go to my study and bring me the two books "Introduction to Space Arcana" and "History You Don't Know"."

Charles ordered with a smile.

The pigeon tilted its head and stared blankly at Charles with both eyes.

One person and one pigeon stared at each other like this, and after a while, the pigeon spoke,
"But am I just a pigeon?"

"Do you think it's normal for a pigeon to talk?"

"Can parrots talk too?"

"Are you like a parrot?"

"Are you plausible?"

"Double snacks tomorrow."

"make a deal."

As soon as the voice fell, it seemed that Charles was afraid of repentance, and the pigeon flew to the sky without looking back.

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Inside the Winter Palace in St. Petersburg, Russian Empire.

A muscular young man in a gorgeous kimono was striding down the corridor paved with fine blankets.

"Osia," suddenly, a voice that was a bit old but still full of spirit came from behind the young man, calling to stop the young man who was walking fast.

"Your Majesty," as His Majesty's personal bodyguard, the young man could tell the identity of the old man just by his voice, and he quickly saluted.

"Don't be too polite," the old man waved his hands to let the young man stand up straight, and then ordered:
"There's news from the Home Office that two of our men have died in London."

"What do you mean?" Osya asked a little puzzled.

In the Russian Empire, spies and agents have always been in charge of the Secret Service under the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and have nothing to do with the King's Guard to which he belongs.

"This matter may involve imperial nobles colluding with British officials. I can't fully trust the Ministry of the Interior. So I hope you can intervene in this matter on my behalf. If there are conditions, I want to know that the letter was passed to the British What exactly is in the official's letter and who sent it from."

"Follow your orders, Your Majesty." Osya bowed forward respectfully.

Alexander II looked at his personal guard captain with relief, patted his shoulder with his right hand, and said, "I believe you can handle this matter well, don't let me down, Osya."

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Leave the city of London and head northwest, take a high-speed train for about 1 hour, and you will come to Buckinghamshire in the northwest from the Greater London metropolitan area.

Coming out of the train station, there was already a special carriage parked outside the gate of the station. Lord Lawton got into the carriage very skillfully, and then followed the carriage to a quiet and leisurely manor in the outskirts. This is Huonden. The manor, the residence of the former prime minister, His Excellency Disraeli.

The world knows that the famous former prime minister disliked the official residence of No. 10 Downing Street very much. When he was still prime minister, whenever he had free time on official duties, he would return to Hugundon Manor in Buckinghamshire.

And now that he has lost the position of prime minister, he spends most of his time on this small but unique manor.

"Sir," got off the carriage, and Lord Lawton called out very respectfully to the old man in the garden. Although it was night, Disraeli was still strolling in the garden.

Due to years of illness, his body is not in good health, especially his eyes. At this time, he can't see the distance clearly, but he can tell who is coming just by hearing the voice.

"Monty, you're back, thank you for your hard work, Angelina made you worry." Disraeli waved to Lord Lawton.

Lord Lawton hurried to the old man's side, "Miss is very smart, I didn't spend much time on it, but coming out this time is another matter, I need to report to you."

"Oh? What's the matter." The old man seemed interested.

Lawton hurried to the old man's ear and told him about the secret letter to the prime minister.

"It turned out to be this matter," Disraeli said after listening, a little out of order, as if he knew some more secret insider information.

"You know..." Lord Lawton asked in surprise.

"Yes, speaking of it, I did it secretly when I was in Berlin." Disraeli said with a smile, and then coughed violently.

Lord Lawton hurried forward to help the old man.

"It's okay, Monty." After coughing for a while, Disraeli gradually regained his breath and waved his hands.
"It's just that I didn't expect that in the end, there would be such an opportunity. It's really a blessing from the gods."

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Di Renjie had a good night's sleep yesterday. In the last ten years of his previous life, he was old, suffering from various diseases, coupled with all kinds of intrigues inside and outside the court, it was not easy to sleep peacefully.

Now that I have come to this other world, it is rare to be able to sleep comfortably.

The breakfast in a private hotel is certainly not a luxurious buffet, but an English breakfast made by the hotel owner himself.

The main meal consists of slices of bread, grilled sausages, French fries, green salad and a mushroom soup.

The nutrition is still rich, and the taste is more indescribable.

The only luck is that Di Renjie was still in the Tang Dynasty with relatively simple cooking techniques in his previous life. If he travels a few hundred years later and tastes the taste of cooking in an iron pot, he probably has to experience what it means to go from thrift to luxury. It is easy, but it is difficult to change from extravagance to frugality.

After simply eating breakfast, Di Renjie knocked on Charles' door.

"Come in," Charles said, changing into a formal attire, but overall he still maintained his yesterday's style, rigorous and neat.

"Coffee or tea?"

"Black tea is good."

"The Ceylon black tea in this hotel is really good," Charles put two cups of tea on the coffee table.

"how do you feel?"

"Not bad," Di Renjie woke up, and with the recovery of his mental and physical strength, he felt that as long as he wanted, he could let his spirit enter the soul room at any time.

As for the two real name words in the soul room, he felt as if he had two extra organs in his body, as if he could use these two organs to display his strength and energy as long as he wanted.

Although driven by curiosity, he was a little eager to move, but he still chose to ask Charles first.

"Your spirit is better than I imagined. Obviously, after you woke up, you didn't try to use the power of your true name." Charles picked up the black tea and said with a smile, "It's really terrible self-control. Among the newcomers I lead, You alone have done it, Mr Watson."

"Maybe, this is the training brought to me by the battlefield. Those who know how to restrain themselves are more likely to survive."

"You're right," Charles put down his teacup, and reached out to move towards the desk. Di Renjie saw two thick books flying up from the desk, floating in the direction of the two of them.

"This is really amazing." Di Renjie did not hide his surprise. This kind of power to directly interfere with reality is obviously more visually impactful than what he saw in the soul space yesterday.

It even reminded him of the fairy in the legend of the previous life.

"It's nothing special, it's just some little tricks, as long as you step into the second level, you can do it." The two books flew to Charles' hands, and he tapped the cover with his fingers, thought for a moment, and said again:

"Since we've come to this point, we might as well have a chat, so that you can get a general understanding of the common sense of the extraordinary world."

Although the words were chatting, in reality it was Charles who was talking and Di Renjie was just listening.

"The path to the extraordinary is divided into five stages, from the first stage to the fifth stage, which are apprentices, mentors, bachelors, sages, and prophets. Of course, this is just the name of our faction, and other factions have different names. , but they all follow the division method of five stages.”

"The first stage is apprenticeship. For our faction, anyone who can engrave a sentence of real name in the soul room can be counted as successfully entering the first stage. However, the abilities of extraordinary people at this stage are relatively weak, and many Time can only play a supporting role, if there is a crisis at this time, I personally suggest that it is more effective to carry a gun."

"The second stage is called mentor. Remember what we said before? The essence of the three words of real name is a positioning tool, so why do we need positioning?"

Charles looked at Di Renjie with probing eyes.

"Because at this stage, the soul will have the ability to leave the soul room." Di Renjie guessed based on his own understanding.

"That's right, you guessed it right," Charles exclaimed. "The difference between the second stage and the first stage lies in whether the soul can leave the soul room freely. This is a relatively dangerous process. Once there is an error in positioning, It is possible to face the crisis of separation of soul and flesh."

"But correspondingly, as the soul walks out of the soul room, the power of consciousness can directly interfere with reality, and it will no longer be weakened by the soul wall. It can also be like me, directly using the mental force to pull objects."

"So that's the case," Di Renjie nodded.

"The next three stages are a bit far away from you now, just wait for you to understand it in other ways in the future."

"Next, I'm going to talk about faction knowledge."

"There are many large and small organizations in the extraordinary world, but they can all be classified into four major categories. Why are there four categories? This is because there are four ways to step into the extraordinary, and the four different extraordinary paths are naturally Divide superhumans into four different categories."

"And the four ways to step into the extraordinary correspond to four different origins of the extraordinary. They are: the bottomless abyss symbolizing destruction, pain and desire; , the eternal scales of balance and knowledge, and the pure white eye symbolizing light, purification and life."

"Each transcendent path has different promotion methods and power characteristics. You will gradually understand this in the future, and walking out of the soul room by condensing the words of the real name is the characteristic of our transcendent with the eternal balance as the source of transcendence .”

"Eternal Balance," Di Renjie chewed on the name, and he seemed to be able to imagine what a magnificent existence the extraordinary origin behind this name is.

"The Eternal Scale symbolizes nature, balance and knowledge, so most of the extraordinary people who take this path are scholars and doctors. He encourages us to explore the truth of the world." Charles explained,
"Let me give you an example, Watson, when you were promoted to the first level, there was still a sentence of your real name left unfinished, but the afterglow of sublimation is extremely precious, and it is impossible to use it up, so how do you go further? To solve this problem, for us, the method is actually very simple.”

"What is it?" Di Renjie felt as if he had guessed the answer.

"Study." Charles said with a smile,

"Whether it's reading or doing experiments, or any other method, as long as you think about it and learn more about this world, you will get feedback from the eternal balance, and there will be some light of wisdom appearing on you In the soul space of the soul, although these glows cannot help ordinary people advance to the extraordinary like the afterglow of sublimation, they can make the extraordinary go one step further."

"That is to say, I need to continue to accumulate wisdom through learning, until I have enough weight to write another sentence of my real name." Although Charles did not explain further, Di Renjie still guessed the specific method.

"That's right, that's what you're going to do next." Charles nodded in relief.

"As for the next thing, you can ask other people for help."

"What do you mean?"

"That's right. The followers of the Eternal Balance are different from the other three categories of Transcendents. We are more... indifferent to the world. It should be able to be described like this?" Charles himself said with some uncertainty,

"In short, compared to the situation where there are many other types of organizations, we only have one organization called the Golden Dawn Society."

"Golden Dawn?" Di Renjie was a little confused about the connection between this word and the eternal balance.

"Hahaha, the reason for this name is because the association was first established by a group of alchemists." Charles shrugged, looking helpless,
"The headquarters of the society is in Avrido, which is a living city."

"A living city?" Even with the vision of Di Renjie's previous life, this adjective is still beyond his imagination.

He can imagine the appearance of the greatest city, Chang'an, the city of God, but what does a living city look like?
"Indeed, to be honest, I was shocked when I went there for the first time." Charles joked, "But Avrido often changes locations, so it's not easy to go there. Closer to home, the top level of the society is managed by a group of The Council of Sages is led by fourth-tier powerhouses, and under it, various third-tier bachelors organize academic gatherings in different cities, and are responsible for cultivating and discovering middle- and lower-level superhumans."

"And I'm in charge of one such academic gathering called the Butter Milk Owl Gathering."

After hearing such a name, even Di Renjie, who is well-informed, felt a sense of panic and was caught off guard.

At this moment, the only thought in his mind was:

"Isn't that really a dish name?"

(End of this chapter)