"The majority bullies the minority?" After listening to Gallie's words, Sherlock, who was wearing a pink aristocratic attire, jumped out of the car. He was not afraid, but slightly amused. He looked at the robber who called himself Gallie and confirmed, " Do you think you have more people than we do?”
As Sherlock finished speaking, one after another strong and powerful men in the motorcade stood out, holding sharp weapons, one after another, and finally lined up in several rows, with sallow faces and thin muscles. The sharp-mouthed and monkey-cheeked robbers holding scraps of metal are in stark contrast—the two are not on the same level at all.
Obviously, in order to ensure the safety of the transport fleet, Sherlock hired many people, which is why he stayed at the port for a long time before leaving.
Seeing the many people behind Shylock, Gallie was startled for a moment. His eyes swept over them, but he did not lose confidence. He said seriously: "You do have a lot of people, but there are only more than thirty people, but I have more than 30 people." Forty-seven! So, my people still have the advantage!"
"Are you sure you have the advantage? Are you sure it's forty-seven?" Sherlock asked with a smile.
"Of course forty-seven." Gallie was very sure, "I won them over one by one, and I can clearly name them."
"Maybe." Sherlock took a breath and said, "But for you, forty-seven is already in the past, and now... maybe there are only more than ten."
"Um?"
"Look behind you." Sherlock couldn't help but remind him.
Gallie quickly turned his head and glanced behind him, and was stunned on the spot. He saw that more than half of the forty people who were in ambush had already run away at some point, and the remaining half were also trembling in panic. Will run away in a moment.
"Click!"
Sherlock's convoy guards unloaded two heavy, nearly one-meter-long metal magic pattern machine crossbows from the carriage, and aimed at the robbers without pulling the trigger. The last dozen or so robbers "clattered" all of a sudden. The birds and beasts dispersed. He was running like a wolf and a pig was rushing, he was very embarrassed, but he was extremely efficient. He ran away cleanly in the blink of an eye, leaving Gallie where he was.
Gallie's expression changed from stunned to dull, then to shock, anger, confusion, numbness...
Finally, Gallie's eyes were blank, he turned back to look at Sherlock, opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Sherlock spoke up, looked at Gallie and asked, "These men of yours are really not very good. I'm a little curious about where you got them."
"They were found from nearby cities." Gallie said dryly, "They are all thieves and so on. I finally persuaded them to follow me and do something big, but..."
Halfway through, Gallie scratched his hair in pain, and became a bit jealous: "But I really didn't expect that they are so courageless, they are all weaklings! Yes, they are all weaklings! What if? If I were a thief, I would definitely not be like this!"
Sherlock shrugged and asked, "Then why are you looking for them?"
"Because someone told me that if you want to rob, you need to find more people, so..." Gallie said a little confused.
"So, you just found them?" Sherlock interrupted Gallie and couldn't help shaking his head, "In my opinion, this can't be solved by recruiting more people. You, really?" You are not suitable to be a robber. Rather than being a robber, maybe being a thief or something is really more suitable for you."
At the end of the sentence, Sherlock shook his head and turned back to the carriage, obviously not prepared to pay attention to this matter anymore.
The guard hired by Sherlock, with a touch of temptation, pointed at the lonely Gallie and asked: "Master Sherlock, how do you think we can deal with this guy?"
"Just give him a lesson, throw it to the side of the road, and then continue setting off." Sherlock said lazily.
"Yes." The guard nodded and then asked, "How far will it take to teach him a lesson? Will he be disabled?"
"There is a saying, don't slap someone in the face, have you heard of it?" Sherlock said.
"Master Sherlock, what do you mean..." The guard understood.
"Yes." Sherlock nodded and said seriously, "What I mean is that there is no need to beat him up, but you can't be too easy on him. How dare you try to steal my things? Hmm, give me a hard beating in the face. Beating his dear mother beyond recognition.”
"Uh... I understand." The guard nodded, and without hesitation the next moment, he quickly pounced on Galie and began to teach him a lesson.
"Bang bang bang!"
The sound of punches hitting the flesh was heard, mixed with Gallie's screams.
After a while, the team was back on the road.
Gallie fell on the roadside, his face swollen like a pig's head, and he could barely open his eyes. He looked at the motorcade in the distance and muttered in confusion: "Why... why... why!"
…
Sherlock would not answer Gallie's answer, because he took the convoy to a huge manor after a long drive.
Opening the door of the manor and leading the convoy into the manor, Sherlock arranged for people to unload the treasures he had brought from the east coast, while taking the little maid Lucia, he walked towards the manor.
The manor was quiet, Sherlock frowned slightly, and finally walked straight to the largest room in the manor, the living room.
"Wow!"
There was a sound, and Sherlock opened the door and was about to walk in. His body was suddenly pinned to the outside of the door. He saw people sitting on the many seats inside the door, looking at him with smiles on their faces.
These are naturally members of his family. He was still wondering why there was no one in the manor before, but now it seems that they are all waiting for him here. This behavior made him feel very bad.
But Sherlock still tried his best to smile, looked at everyone in the living room, and asked: "There are so many people waiting for me, what's going on? Is there a big problem in the family? Before, when I was outside , the news received from the crystal ball seems to be very bad."
"You don't have to worry too much about the crystal ball or something." An old man sitting in the sitting room looked at Sherlock with a gleaming face and said, "That's all just to get you back as soon as possible. Otherwise, who knows you will still be here?" How long can you stay out?"
Sherlock felt even worse. He swallowed silently and asked, "What do you want me to do when you come back?"
The old man did not answer the question immediately, but brought up another matter: "Do you know the Kana family? That is a force that has always had a good relationship with our family. The other family has a daughter named Caroline, who is still unmarried. She is very beautiful and very powerful, and it is said that she is now a level two wizard."
Sherlock's body tensed uncontrollably and he cried out, "You want me to marry her?"
"The other party is good in all aspects, and can even be said to be excellent. You and the other party played together when you were young..." the old man said.