Chapter 215 I Am Not Afraid of Trouble, Let Me Do It

Hearing Sherlock's words, Aiwass raised his eyebrows and showed a meaningful smile: "What do you think?"

“...I originally had some thoughts in mind.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly and his gaze became sharp: "But now I kind of doubt it's you. Even if it's not you, you at least know the inside story."

"Who were you thinking of?"

Aiwass asked with interest.

Sherlock bit the unlit cigar in his mouth and replied: "What I originally thought was... would the professor be alive?

"Because the new minister's behavior seems a bit similar to him. There are only a few people who can contact the Queen and are trusted by Her Majesty without any merit. Excluding those who are already ministers, the remaining There are actually not many people left.”

There is no doubt that the "professor" Sherlock refers to is Aiwass's adoptive father, James Moriarty.

During his previous investigation, he was almost killed by Edward. That is to say, in the end, Sherlock still gave in. Edward did not kill him and silence him for the sake of their friendship.

Although Sherlock has claimed that he will no longer investigate, the contents of his previous investigation have not been forgotten by him.

"Since you are faking death and I am faking death...then is it possible that the professor is also faking death?"

Sherlock made a very reasonable guess.

Others may not think of this aspect for a while, but this is the only thing within Sherlock's cognition. Since Sherlock was aware of this, of course he could guess this possibility.

"From this perspective, it may be possible that the minister is Edward. The professor faked his death on the surface, and then secretly served as Edward's adviser..."

"Can't it be Edward?"

Aiwass asked somewhat amusedly: "Why does he have to be someone's agent?"

"……Um."

Sherlock thought for a moment and thought of a more polite response: "I think with his character, it shouldn't be easy for him to make this kind of decision."

The implication is that Edward is not that smart.

"Then do you think I look like me?" Aiwass asked with a smile.

"It is indeed possible. Putting aside the curse that may lead to controversy and counterattack, catching Master Lars and beating him up on the matter of torturing and killing female students... It seems a bit like your style."

Sherlock fell into deep thought: "But since you asked that, then maybe this matter is not that simple..."

"Style? What style do I have?"

Aiwass was a little curious about Sherlock's evaluation. He didn't even know what style he had.

Sherlock commented: "A bit like the nobleman of Iris, or a newspaper editor, or a magician performing in a tavern."

"He's just a liar. That's what you want to say, right?"

"More than that. In addition to being good at lying and convincing people, he is also very cunning. What he says is obviously the truth, but he can mislead people in different directions. He likes to play with words and language, and then play with other people's hearts..."

"I understand. You want to call me a vixen again, don't you?"

"Yeah, it's like the 'vixen' that people in the beginning called it."

Sherlock said sarcastically without changing his expression: "This is what a charming and charming master is like."

"So what are you, a seagull? Or a pelican?"

Aiwass pointed to the cigar Sherlock was holding in his mouth: "I hold a cigarette in my mouth but don't smoke."

"I'm not smoking because you're here, Mr. Fox."

Sherlock glared at Aiwass, and his tone was not very friendly: "Mrs. Mina has told me many times that you are not in good health, so don't smoke in front of you. To be honest, I don't think there is anything wrong with your health." Oh no."

"——You look a lot better, Sherlock."

At this moment, a clear and gentle voice came from the door: "Have your daily routine and diet become healthier?"

That was the voice of Mr. Mycroft Hermes.

Sherlock's expression suddenly changed slightly, and he retracted his left foot that was on the table, and he also propped up his body that was lying lazily backward. He took the cigar out of his mouth - because the cigar box was next to Aiwass, and he didn't have time to put it in the cigar box, so he wanted to hide it under the table.

But that's too unhygienic. Aiwass directly reached out to take the cigar and put it back on the shelf in front of him.

The next moment, Mrs. Mina appeared from the door with Mycroft.

Mycroft smiled and nodded slightly to Aiwass.

This tall and big man, who looked like a fat seal, took off his black bowler hat, revealing his black hair and piercing amber eyes that were the same as Sherlock's.

Aiwass also stood up, smiled at him, caressed his chest and nodded in return.

"Your brother is here to see you, Sherlock."

Mrs. Mina looked a little troubled: "I originally wanted to help you get there, but he was very convinced that you were here... so I brought him up.

Mina was wearing a fortune teller's black dress as usual. She was obviously looking at the store downstairs when she was caught by Mycroft.

"Please bring me up, Mrs. Mina. Thank you very much - the other part of the thank you is thank you for taking good care of Sherlock. The Hermes family will pay for all his living expenses during this period and after."

Mycroft's voice was neither thick nor commanding.

He is not lazy, elegant but mean like Sherlock, but smooth and comfortable, easy to forget, but always gives people a sense of security.

It's like an uncle or uncle who has a good personality and always brings back some gifts when he goes on a business trip. He is a close elder, but the relationship is not so direct, so he won't scold him every day. Instead, he becomes friendly while keeping a distance.

"It's okay, Sherlock is very sensible. He is not a child anymore, how can he be called caring..."

Mina glanced at Aiwass, and left after seeing Aiwass nod: "I still have to go down to the store, sorry I can't make tea for you..."

"It's okay, Mrs. Mina. We will take care of ourselves."

Aiwass smiled and waved his hand, watching the landlady leave.

After Mrs. Mina left, Mycroft sat on another sofa between Aiwass and Sherlock. As soon as he sat down, the sofa sank directly inward, making a creaking sound like stepping on snow.

The first thing Mycroft did when he sat down was to take a look at the brand of cigars on the table.

He looked at Sherlock and asked casually, "No money again?"

"Tsk..."

Sherlock didn't ask him such stupid questions as "How do you know?", but just scratched his head in distress: "After all, I haven't worked for a long time."

What he called "working" was to help the Supervisory Bureau solve cases - the Supervisory Bureau would give him some bonuses as compensation for his consulting detective work.

"It has nothing to do with that. Your income is not low. The main thing is that you are too wasteful and never save money."

Mycroft looked at Sherlock, his eyes as calm as a lake: "You will be promoted in a few days. Can you still afford the materials for advancement?"

"The full moon ceremony does not require any expensive materials."

Being stared at by his brother made Sherlock a little irritated: "What is there to not afford? And I wrote a book. I will have money when it is published."

"And then it will be spent soon, right?"

Mycroft looked at Sherlock and said gently and calmly: "You know, I'm talking about the dream tincture."

" This is not my first time to advance, so it's not a big problem.

Sherlock was a little stubborn: "Only if you suffer great pain in your dream or are disturbed in reality, can your dream of advancement be interrupted. I have already advanced normally once, and this time Her Royal Highness the Princess and Aiwass are also here..."

"It's because Her Royal Highness the Princess is here this time. What if something goes wrong on your side?"

Mycroft didn't get angry, and still said slowly: "You don't think that Her Royal Highness Isabel is here to help you advance, right?"

After he said that, he took out two small boxes from his arms.

They were two thumb-sized metal round boxes that looked like cooling oil. There was a crescent moon pattern with a human face etched on it.

It was the Dream Intoxication Tincture.

"They are all new this year. Even if they are not used, they can still be kept for several years. One for each of you."

Mycroft smiled at Aiwass and said, "This is not a 'reward for taking care of Sherlock', nor can it be called a formal gift - just think of it as a gift you bring when visiting a friend."

This gift you bring is worth hundreds of White Crown coins. A well-trained purebred hound is about the same price.

Aiwass thought. But he did not refuse, but took it directly.

For him now, this is indeed not a lot of money. Although he has not taken over the Moriarty family's business, it is quite simple to ask Edward for money to buy a return gift of the same level.

"Gift?" Sherlock heard the word keenly: "Is it really you, Minister of No Matter?" Mycroft did not pat Sherlock's head, nor did he make any physical contact. He just said calmly: "Since you know, you should be more respectful to Minister Moriarty, Sherlock. Minister Moriarty is the right-hand man of His Majesty, and should also be the right-hand man of His Majesty in the future." "...Yes." Sherlock stood up reluctantly and saluted to Aiwass: "I'm sorry, Minister." Where Mycroft could not see, he moved his lips slightly to Aiwass and made a "fox" mouth shape. Aiwass did not mind at all, but nodded repeatedly with a smile, feeling refreshed. As the Hermes family of the Iron-blooded Queen's faction... Sherlock had to bow down in front of him now. "What do you think, Sherlock." Aiwass smiled and said: "Want to join my Ministry of No Matter? I should still have a secretary position to keep." That is indeed what he thought. Sherlock thought. He did not completely hate the civil service system of Avalon. He just hates those ministers... He once wanted to be Mycroft's secretary, but Mycroft gave him some difficult questions and beat him back.

- But how can he make himself look like he doesn't want to do that?

"That being said, Her Majesty the Queen still needs to agree."

Mycroft said on the side: "After all, Sherlock is not a civil servant. Although he doesn't have any departmental affairs, he can't be parachuted in at will... He has to have a title. What do you think of a royal agent? Minister Moriarty? In this way, he can have an explanation for faking his death, and it won't look too stupid - it's Her Majesty's mission, and our parents will surely not blame him too much."

"I think it's okay."

Aiwass responded: "Please also say hello to Sir Arthur for me."

The two of them sang the same tune and finalized Sherlock.

Sherlock didn't hate it, but was relieved.

Then, Mycroft smiled and started talking about business - obviously he didn't come here specifically to see his brother.

"Minister Moriarty, do you know the barrel club I opened?"

"Sherlock told me, what's wrong? Also, you can just call me Aiwass."

"The problem is neither big nor small."

Mycroft said slowly: "It was Mr. Lars Graham who deposited some documents and inheritance in my club. I don't want this matter to attract the Inspectorate, because the people in the Barrel Club are full of Hate trouble and noisy people but it wouldn't be nice if I dealt with this stuff in private...

"So can you please come over and be a witness? If you think there is something dangerous that needs to be kept in person, you can point it out to us in time to avoid unnecessary trouble caused by improper sealing and containment."

The implication is that we dare not touch those things left behind by the bone carvings.

If you want it, please take it away. We're afraid of causing trouble.

"No problem at all."

Aiwass said with a smile: "I'm not afraid of trouble."

update completed!

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