Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 104 Hanging King Tudor III

"...Haina-senpai?"

Aiwass was a little surprised: "Is it such a coincidence?"

He did know that Haina came from a small place, and it should be a town with less developed commerce.

The best evidence is that she doesn't know how to make up, and basically doesn't understand skin care and dressing.

Haina was pursued by so many classmates entirely because of her good background.Her usual clothes are even just a light brown shirt with a brown leather vest.The only thing that could be called jewelry was a leather wristband embroidered with a prismatic pattern.

— Not to mention girls, even boys don't dress like this when they go out these days.It's more like a mercenary or explorer who explored remote areas hundreds of years ago.

But unexpectedly, his biological father Julio also came from that place.

"It's not a coincidence..."

Sherlock's pupils were dull, and even his face was a little pale.He staggered to the table, rummaging through the jar of honey: "Where is the honey...?"

"Are you hypoglycemic, Sherlock?"

Mrs. Mina was the first to react, and poured a cup of warm black tea for Sherlock, and then added several spoonfuls of honey into it.

Sherlock gulped it down, exhaled deeply, and sank down on the chair.The others didn't speak either, they just raised their heads and looked at him quietly, motionless.

After a while, he slowed down.

Sherlock leaned back his upper body, and subconsciously touched his chest pocket - there should have been a pocket there, which contained his cigars or cigarettes.But now he just felt empty.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?"

As if to ease the embarrassment, he said coldly.

Seeing this familiar attitude, Aiwass was sure that he was really well.

"I think you'd like some hot brandy, Mr Sherlock?"

Bishop Mathers asked.

"Thank you very much," Sherlock, who usually doesn't drink, unexpectedly didn't refuse at this moment, "If possible, please give me some more biscuits."

Just a cup of honey black tea can only wake him up.But it was not enough for him to enter the usual high-intensity thinking state.

Mrs. Mina nodded: "I'll bring it right away."

"Bishop," the man with messy black hair asked in his sleepy and faint voice, "do you smoke?"

"Thank you, I don't smoke."

Bishop Mathers replied calmly: "And you shouldn't smoke, the treatment of illumination is not completely without side effects. It burns the pain in your body, and what fills it is only false light. Your The body needs to work on its own to replenish and restore its deficiencies."

"I know, damn it. I mean...forget it..."

Sherlock was a little annoyed, and his language was still a little confused: "I can drink, but I can't smoke. It doesn't make sense..."

"Of course," said Bishop Mathers's rhythmic, cadenced voice as if narrating scriptures, "the main reason is that I don't like people smoking. Especially in my house - I am very sensitive to the smell of smoke, would sneeze."

"Well, I respect your habits, my lord... Thank you, Mrs. Mina."

Sherlock took the biscuit from Mrs. Mina.

Mina explained softly, with a gentle voice: "The wine is heating up, you should eat some biscuits first."

"Thank you," Sherlock thanked softly, "It's already done. If you consume too much sugar in a short period of time, you will easily get dizzy."

While chewing the biscuits, he slowly explained to Aiwass: "I investigated you and Hayina before, and she will come to the Royal Law University to teach because she knew your grandfather before.

"Your grandfather's name is Jacob. He was an unknown poet, fairy tale writer and novelist. A long time ago, he was a local reporter in charge of "The Cow and the Harbor"—that is, shepherd A newspaper published in Bay County. When he was a reporter, Jacob had contact with many extraordinary people, and he even personally experienced the establishment of the predecessor of 'Noble Red'."

"Noble red?"

Hearing the familiar term, Aiwass frowned slightly and repeated in a low voice.

Sherlock sneered subconsciously: "You may not believe it... the original Noble Red Association was just an organization where some illegal transcendents who transcended the path gathered together to keep each other warm. They didn't have this name at that time, And it is called 'hand without scales', which means 'one who does not wear armor'.

"At that time, His Majesty Sophia had not yet ascended the throne, and the king was still Tudor III."

As he spoke, his tone gradually became sharp and clear: "He is known as the 'King of Hanging'. During the period of Tudor III, the most famous product was the 'Gangling Square'. The whole square was hung with hangings. people, the number of gallows is much more than now.

"Normally, a hanged prisoner should be hanged after his death, but in the Tudor period it was sometimes not enough - the hanged prisoner would be lowered that day to make room for those who followed.

"At that time, other types of death penalty had not been abolished, and hanging was just one of many death sentences. According to the law of Avalon, the death penalty required the signature of the king or queen before it could be executed. However, the laws enacted by Tudor III were extremely harsh. Stealing ten More than four red candles can be sentenced to death-this value is even less than one white crown.

"Because this standard is too low, many judges will modify the testimony of the prisoner and change the amount of theft to 13 red candles and 9 copper hourglasses to avoid too many people being executed. Ironically, this standard of theft will only be detained for ten After the thief’s detention ends, the judge will immediately send them back to prison to make up for the missing amount of theft—that is, split the original stolen amount into multiple detentions.”

"Indeed it is."

Bishop Mathers nodded: "When I was young, there was a popular joke: a thief was told by a judge, 'You will be sentenced to [-] days in prison', the thief tearfully expressed that he did not want to die, and asked the judge to forgive him. The judge asked suspiciously, 'It's only [-] days of detention, so that's not enough'?"

"And then?" Aiwass asked with interest.

By the time he was that age, the joke was no longer heard.

The bishop smiled, and then said vividly: "The thief said: 'You must have just taken office not long ago. As we all know, our king can only count to ten, and if he exceeds ten, he will be in a hurry to kill.' There is another The joke about the bishop and the king: The bishop exhorts the king that we should make our friends and cut off our enemies. And the king nodded."

"'Thank you for your instruction, I have always insisted on doing this, and I have no enemies today,' said the king reverently, 'I have killed all those people.'"

"...sounds like a tyrant."

Aiwass sharply commented.

What he said actually did not conform to the rules of Avalon.But among the people present, Sherlock, the only one who has gone through the path of authority, does not have any official title, so no one has any opinions on this.

Sherlock even nodded and agreed: "So we praise Her Majesty Sophia. The many policy improvements she made after she took the throne have largely eased the tense atmosphere in Avalon. Conversely, it is precisely because people The dislike of the old king is why he fanatically supports Her Majesty the Queen.

"Without such a foundation, if Her Majesty the Queen wants to carry out so many reforms in a short period of time, the political resistance she must endure must be very great."

"But even so," Bishop Mathers added, "there's a lot of resentment against the royal family."

"The Noble Red Society is a product of that period."

While talking, Sherlock reached out to take the hot wine from Mrs. Mina.

"I remember you 'never drink', Sherlock?"

Aiwass raised an eyebrow.

Sherlock nodded: "I don't think of alcohol as a drink, it only damages my brain. But I also drink a cup of hot brandy when I feel uncomfortable. I regard it as a kind of medicine."

"I guess you woke up with a headache this morning? It should do a good job. I added a lot of apple juice, and cinnamon, ginger slices, and lemon zest. As well as refreshing, it should also keep the cold away, you I got a bit cold yesterday..."

Mrs. Mina said softly: "If the cooking time is longer, it should taste better. But it should taste good now."

"Praise be to you, Frau Mina."

Sherlock bowed his head solemnly and thanked her, and flattered her craftsmanship with a smile: "I can smell the fragrance from a long distance. The person who can marry you must be very lucky."

"Indeed, I was lucky to be able to pursue Mina back then."

Bishop Mathers smiled, and said with a smug smile, "Now I am happy every day... I really hope it can continue like this."

And Aiwass asked: "What happened later, Sherlock? How did those spontaneous organizations of extraordinary people become noble red?"

"It seems that you should know about the 'stars behind the Noble Red Society'... and I guess Edward probably didn't tell you who the high-level members of the Noble Red Society are. Then I will tell you for him Well, you should know about it by now."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, took a sip of hot cider and said softly, "Your grandfather Jacob was a spell mage who transcended the path. He used to be a member of the 'Hand Without Scales'."

"--what?"

Hearing this, Aiwass suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Is that so?"

Bishop Mathers was also very surprised: "Spell Mage... I haven't heard of this profession for a long time."

(End of this chapter)