Sherlock's expression finally became less frivolous.

He calmed down and carefully watched the hunted looking abyssal creature slowly crawling out of the crevice.

Although Contractors were no longer considered a scarce commodity in this day and age, as the Church's faith base was simply too large, Contractors who had reached the second level were still few and far between, and it was even more difficult for a second-level Contractor to summon his own Contract Demon.

Unlike the old priest's contract demon, what Badr had summoned was a creature that was not too easy to describe.

It's a combination of an insect and a bison, if you must go for a description.....The skin on its body was covered in black and red scales, but they hung down in piles, and there were traces of a few degraded eyes on a head full of tentacles that swayed from side to side as if it were drunk.

Moreover, its size was also a bit exaggerated, more than twice the size of that spider, so much so that the moment it appeared, the entire room seemed to narrow.

"Killing your beloved deserves divine punishment," Catherine said as she watched the creature climb out of the rift, her eyebrows furrowing slightly.

Deacon Bardell remained expressionless.......

But suddenly! He let out a 'poof' of laughter!

Sherlock was startled, he had just thought that it was impossible for this face-palmed deacon to have the 'laugh' thing in his genes.

And it was true that Deacon Bardell didn't seem to be very good at smiling, his stiff muscles making that expression look particularly hideous: "Don't talk so grandiose, Karin was unfaithful to me, she deserved to die, and this isn't even a regicide of a loved one on my part."

"Then you've abused and killed over a dozen other Imperial citizens in the past few months..."

"You are all impure and deserve to be punished."

"Who deserves to die and who doesn't, that's a matter for the Judgment Court to decide, you're just a deacon and you're abusing lynching.............................................................."

Deacon Bader shook his head, apparently not wanting to discuss this useless topic any further.

He clearly knew what would happen next: if this impure woman died, the Church would definitely not let up.

Although because of a woman to kill a second-order contractor, from the rational point of view, there is a little bit not cost-effective, but the rules are the rules, regardless of whether reasonable or not, as long as the violation will only be a dead end.

After all......The Holy See is sacred and inviolable.

Just then......

"Cough~cough~"

Suddenly, Sherlock coughed twice:

"This......forgive me for interrupting your conversation, but ......this is my apartment, still rented, so can ...... you?"

He wanted to say: Can you go out and fight?

But immediately after that, he saw the kind of eyes of Deacon Bader that were filled with the most, the most intense killing intent....

"Well, it looks like this is not negotiable," he muttered with some regret.

Sherlock could be said to be the culprit for putting Deacon Bardell in this situation, but he acted as if he was a poor passerby victim:

"Go on then, I'll leave you alone."

With a surprisingly apologetic tone, he turned around with a flourish and immediately jumped out the window!

The detective's duty was to find out who the murderer was, and the matter of arresting the murderer was something he decided not to get involved in this time.

......

Outside the window, the night wind was howling, the original few hard-won stars were also covered by dark clouds, and the air had a cold dampness to it.

Actually, Sherlock was quite eager to see what it was like for a high-ranking Contractor to go head-to-head with each other, but this room was really too small, and the chances of him surviving if he continued to stay there and watch the fun were really not great.

The body landed lightly on the floor, and the surrounding area fell silent, as if that small rented apartment was no longer able to contain the swords drawn between the three clergymen of the church, and the suffocating pressure began to spread to the entire long street.

And in the midst of the icy night wind, the wet air, and the immense pressure stirring together...... right in the dark corner of the long street where those gas lamps couldn't shine .......

A heavy steam armor slowly emerged from it.

Then three, then five.....

Ten units, twenty units......

Thirty units, forty units ！！！！！

more and more, until they obscured each other, making it impossible to count them accurately.

The armor was painted dark blue throughout, the intricate sunflower markings reflecting the faint glow of street lamps on the shoulders, the symbol of the Order of the Protectorate.

And so it was on this wet night that the steel began to clash and the hiss of steam that erupted.......

In fact, it was hard to imagine that in such a long, quiet street there was an ambush of so many people, and that these heavy machines were being carried along without a single unusual noise.

And that was not all, for a closer look at the buildings on both sides of the street would have revealed that at that very moment, lights suddenly lit up behind almost all the windows in the night, followed by the sound of some tumultuous footsteps that grew louder and louder, mingled with the roar of steam.

A large number of law enforcement officers appeared out of nowhere and began to quickly evacuate the neighborhood.

Every exit of the street was blocked, a huge steel gate had risen, and above, two zeppelins slowly poked out their huge bodies, countless lights tilted down, illuminating the night in a ghastly white color.

This battle was really too big for a civilian in the lower city, not to mention that the Protectorate Knights' soldiers riding in steam armor were all looking at the inconspicuous second-floor window one by one with incomparable gravity, giving everything a kind of solemnity and heaviness of the storm.

Sherlock also looked at his apartment at that moment, his expression incomparably tense:

"This gang of no-good guys, won't demolish this building......It's so hard to rent this cheap ah ......".