Chapter 476 (2/2)

Last night, there was a heavy snow. There was no snow or frost on the grassland. It can be seen that the manager of the manor had a magical way.

On the south side of the meadow, behind an oval sculpture fountain over 200 feet long and 100 feet wide, is a huge three story building. Different from the conservative and inflexible architectural style of the Durham Empire, the palace style building, which covers an area of nearly 10 mu, has a gorgeous exterior shape, but it is not frivolous.

When the carriage stopped, two young men in black tuxedos, white gloves and black walking sticks came up to meet him: ”Your Excellency Sherlock, your excellency is waiting in the study.”

Sherlock got out of the carriage and went in with the two young men.

The huge building is quiet, only the footsteps of Sherlock three reverberate in the spacious corridor, as if the whole building is empty.

But in fact, on both sides of the corridor, at intervals of tens of feet, there were two young people dressed like young people leading the way.

Neat and straight tuxedo, snow-white clean white gloves, meticulous care of hair, clean and tidy, cold face. These young people's left hand, all clutching a slender cane, made of ebony cane.

Sherlock's eyes swept over these young people. They were like leopards crawling to rest. They were quiet and cold, but there was a strong force in their bodies, which could explode at any time.

The walking stick in their hands From Sherlock's experience, we can see that these walking sticks are actually a walking stick sword. As long as you turn on the head of the staff and gently press the Jiguo, you can pull out the hidden sword.

Along the way, there were no less than 200 young people standing on both sides of the corridor and in other corners.

A very strong, well-trained force.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes. He felt the gentle and long breath of these young people, and then cursed in his heart.

The breathing of these young people follows the same rhythm

His evaluation of these young people immediately went up several steps Such a tacit understanding of a force, they are not ordinary stragglers can be compared.

It's just the guardian power of the owner of this manor.

God knows how much of a similar force he has in the dark?

”This is the power and power of the king...” Sherlock was filled with admiration.

Training such an elite team is not just something that money can do There are more and more rich people in medland mainland. Let's talk about the super junckers in Ruhr city. How many outlaws have they recruited with the golden mark?

But they have no one family, can have such a terrible elite!

It's not something that money can do.

Under the leadership of two young people, Sherlock walked through the long corridor, passed by several huge and richly decorated halls, then walked up a huge spiral staircase, and finally came to the third floor of the palace style mansion.

A rather long corridor, different from the one coming in below, was flanked by a tall maid in a long black dress.

These maids, like the young people below, stood quietly on both sides of the corridor.

They cross their hands and hang in front of them naturally.

Their hands were clean and they didn't carry anything.

But Sherlock's eyes swept over their skirts Well, there's a lot of space under their long skirts. God knows what they're hiding under their long skirts.

These beautiful maids, with cool temperament, gave Sherlock a feeling that she was much more dangerous than the young people below.

Those young people, if they are qualified soldiers.

These maids in front of us can be described as ”dead men” and ”assassins”.

Sherlock could feel the surging and great power contained in those young people, and the feeling of these maids was that they were icebergs without emotion.

Sherlock sighed again.

Very good, very strong.

The bodyguards trained by Binghai kingdom for princesses and noble ladies are not as mysterious and dangerous as those maids in front of us.

As a result, Sherlock once again sighed in his heart, ”how afraid is this” King ”of death?”

At the end of the corridor are two heavy black oak gates.

The youth who led the way came to the door and gently pulled a gold thread hanging from the door frame.

Through the thick oak door, Sherlock heard the sound of the bell.The next moment, the door quietly opened, a beautiful young woman, gently opened the door: ”Sir Sherlock? Please come in... ”