As soon as the iron chest was unlocked. Watson raised the iron lid. What appeared to all of them were three treasures, all eyes on the three things with joy as if they were enchanted.

A gold ring with exquisite sweet pink diamonds. A necklace full of diamonds, the highlight is a sizeable honey-colored diamond that glistens like gold. But the most precious is a crown that stands out with large blue diamonds, surrounded by hundreds of sapphires and wave-shaped line diamonds.

Nobody expected to find such a beautiful treasure.

Watson stood at a distance, his flat face showing no emotion. Green eyes staring at Sherlock Holmes, James Moriarty, and others. From the moment he opened the chest, everyone's expressions and eyes were as if they were attracted by three treasures. They couldn't take their eyes off.

Here, apart from Watson, only Seamus Blake didn't come in to look at the treasure. The boy's youthful face was no different from the fish on the land.

Sherlock Holmes was the first to withdraw his gaze from the three treasures.

He admired the beauty of the treasure but was aware of incredible value and would create future complications, unlike Osborne, Scarlet, and Travis. They were so fascinated by beauty until they couldn't withdraw. Holmes turned to look at James Moriarty. He found that something felt superior in James' admiring eyes as if treasure were the ladders suitable for him to step on. As he turned to look at Watson's expressionless eyes. Sherlock Holmes then smirked before coughing slightly. Pull everyone out of a trance.

"Okay, now I understand why four of your fathers chose to hide not divided treasures. These three treasures are too beautiful to separate. It is also so outstanding that it cannot be taken out for anyone to see. How are you guys going to manage it now?"

Detective Holmes poses a question. But his gaze did not go away from his best friend.

James Moriarty, swaying his shoulders in a relaxed manner.

"If these people want to give treasures to the devil, do it. What humans call demons, if shouted, and devil shows up. I would like to see with my eyes once."

"Outsiders who don't know anything are talking arrogant too much."

Osborne stared at Moriarty. But the stared side was wholly ignored. Scarlet hurriedly said to destroy the tense atmosphere.

"Although I agree with giving treasure to the devil as promised. But I don't believe just say given it, and there will be a devil appearing to take it for real. "

"About that, I have a method." Sherlock Holmes picked up the notebook that Jeremy Lane wrote it. And tell about how he met Jeremy, who was the one who introduced the devil contract.

"What? a magic circle has to paint with tar?" Osborne frowned as he saw a must-have item. Which they do not have any of these things. "And yet ... we have to give our blood!?!"

"If we go and ask at the village, we should be able to find all of them," said Travis, who leaned forward to read the details.

They all agree, so they locked the treasure chest. Osborn, Travis, and Holmes walked to the village. Watson, Scarlet, and Seamus watch over the treasure chest. Moriarty, who seemed to dislike the Treasure Watch members, agreed to go with the Holmes.

Tortworth is a small village with about 100 inhabitants. Travis and Osborne disperse to shop.

James Moriarty invited Sherlock Holmes to a café for snacks and drinks.

"James, what are you planning?"

Sherlock Holmes asked the question straight away. From the very beginning, his friend introduced Norville Malcolm to consult him. Just like Moriarty was planning something more than a possession of a secret treasure.

"The person who planned something is you. You know all this," said James Moriarty before picking up the coffee and sipping in a relaxed manner.

"But I don't know about you."

Holmes continued to ask, with a face that seemed to make a small conversation. Moriarty turned to look at the countryside, acting as if he hadn't heard what his friends said.

While the plan went on its own.

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Under the spreads shade chestnut tree. In the silence where there is no chitchat talk, Scarlet and Seamus sit nearby. Watson who serves to guard the treasure chest. Although they could ask to sit and stay at church, they didn't want to be a focus. Just a group of strangers who suddenly came with a tool and digging up large holes are enough to attracted the villagers' curiosity who had passed by. Not to mention, a few minutes later, they will perform a ritual that is the opposite of the church's faith.

Nearly half an hour has passed. The first person to walk back was James Moriarty, a Free Man Hand member, stopping in front of Watson. Deep eyes looked down at the silver-haired doll.

"Doll. Your master is calling."

Watson narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low voice.

"Where is Holmes?"

"In the village."

James Moriarty gave a vague answer. Using a slight gaze to look at Watson, walk to the direction he had just walked. And ignoring Scarlet's question about what was going on.

About 15 minutes later, Osborne, Travis, and Sherlock Holmes came back with the equipment.

"Where, Watson?"

The detective immediately asked when he saw his partner was not here. Scarlet looked at Moriarty, who keep quiet.

"Mr. Watson go to see you at the village," said the lady but saw Sherlock Holmes's bewildered expression. She hesitated a moment and expanded. "A moment ago, Mr. Moriarty said that Mr. Holmes called."

Detective Holmes looked at Moriarty without saying anything, same to Moriarty, who only stared in response with a calm smile.

Travis and Osborne helped create a space for pouring oil. Because, as Jeremy wrote, they had to set a fire. They must do very careful not to spread the fire. They used a spade to paint the upside-down pentagram symbol on the ground, which the top looked like two horns, and below look like the goat's chin. Then pour oil over and take the opened treasure chest over the goat's horns.

Now it came to the stage where the bloodline had to slit a drop of blood. Travis took out his pocket knife and opened his hand in front of Seamus. The boy placed his hand on Travis's hand.

"Young Master, it a little hurt."

Travis pressed a knife on the tip of Seamus's finger. When the sharp cuts through the skin until the blood seeps, Travis dripping Seamus's blood on the pentagram. Then pass the knife to Osborne to do the same. Until Scarlet was the last

"Next ... light up ... right."

Osborne spoke in a low voice, looking at the others. Sherlock Holmes took his eyes off the village and nodded. Travis lit a match and dropped it on the oil.

BOOSH!

The red fire was burning the cursed blood. When they gazed at the flickering flames, terrifying feeling. Osborne took a breath, met everyone's eyes, and began to make a treasure offering to Satan.

"We descendants of contractor Osborne Livingston."

"Scarlet Rosevelt"

"Seamus Blake," said Travis for the young master, who did not speak.

"Offer the most precious treasure to the fallen angel ... Lucifer. To release the blood from the bondage of the covenant. " The three of them said together.

This is all the rituals written by Jeremy Lane. Silence resembled the thrilling expectation, suddenly spread. They stepped back and staring at the scorching flames without anyone saying anything. Until the lights go out.