Moriarty's body was still asleep, but his soul was awake.

The "new" Moriarty carefully read the memories stored in his body, and at the same time sighed faintly at the wonder of the metaverse many times.

Yes, who would have thought that just an ordinary plane trip would encounter the appearance of the legendary Tower of Babel. After that, he realized the soul crossing in the indistinguishable explosion of the Tower of Babel, followed a golden fragment to this completely unfamiliar plane, and directly occupied the body of a young man.

"It's amazing!"

Studying the boy's past memories, the newborn Moriarty was surprised to find that the world she was currently in was completely different from that of Earth.

Here, there are no electrical appliances, no internet, no planes, no cars, no pollution and no overdevelopment, just a dreamlike landscape. Of course, there are also many specialties in this new world that the earth does not have, such as magic, such as knights, such as demons, such as the undead. At the same time, the supreme power of this world is no longer in the hands of hated politicians, and the Grand Arcanist, the Templar, and even the legendary gods are the true masters of the Wondrous Plane.

"Perhaps, this is where I should come after I retire." When Moriarty finally absorbed all the memories, pondered, and finally fell asleep with his body with loss and satisfaction.

Three days later, Moriarty officially woke up.

Dr. Edward, who had been resident at Ivy Manor these days, immediately performed a full body examination for Moriarty. And the results of the examination were also quite gratifying, except for some slight weakness, the young master of Ensberg was normal.

"Young master, congratulations on recovery." Butler Hugo looked at Moriarty, who was sitting on the bed with blazing eyes, and raised his eyebrows.

"Hehe, thank you, old Hugo."

For the veteran butler, who had served the Ensberg family for more than fifty years, Moriarty's relationship with him was more like that of a grandfather than a master servant. It's just that on weekdays, this heavy family affection has always been hidden deep in the heart of the old housekeeper, and it will not show the slightest.

"Why don't you see Nanny?" Inheriting the memory of his body, Moriarty asked, glancing around the room.

"Because Madame's relics are missing, Nanni is assisting in the investigation." The butler replied bluntly.

For the eldest son of the baron's family, the education in charge of the family began at an early age, so Hugo was not afraid to have any taboos or offenses against the young master, because the rules of the nobility were like this.

"That's right." Moriarty nodded.

For the maid who served the young master, the young master jumped off the building and the important relics of the deceased hostess disappeared, even if this qiē was not the maid's fault, but it was also burdened with great responsibility. Therefore, it is normal for maids to be questioned, interrogated, and even tortured because of this. Most of the time, the aristocracy was quite harsh and cruel to their domestic servants, especially those who made mistakes.

"Nannie was sent to the basement?" Moriarty thought for a moment and asked again.

"Nope." The old butler smiled: "Still crying in Frank's cabin." ”

The so-called basement is the dungeon in the noble manor.

For the personal servants of the nobility, the most terrible place is not the majestic court, the county prison, or even the pale gallows, but the dungeon of the noble manor, which never sees the light of day, which is the ultimate nightmare among the servants.

Legend has it that none of the people who were sent to the dungeon lived to see the light of day again.

Whips, stoves, chains, cesspools, even the bravest and strongest manservant would not dare to talk about the dungeon in private, not even the slightest.

"Alright, call Nanny back, and don't let her tears drown Frank's cabin." Of course, Moriarty knew that his mother's spell book would never be found again, because it had been absorbed by the golden shard, or it could be said that the spell book with the powerful mother's love had become the carrier and new form of the golden shard. …,

"Yes, young master." The butler's eyes lit up slightly, and he immediately agreed.

After a while, Nanni, who had been frightened for several days, finally escaped the terrible nightmare for a while and returned to the palatial young master's bedroom.

"Nanny, wake me up, prepare me a bath and a meal, and I'll go see my father in a while."

After receiving Dr. Edward's advice that he "can get out of bed and move, but avoid strenuous exercise in the near future," Moriarty got up from the velvet bed.

Old Nanni, who had just passed her fiftieth birthday, immediately stepped forward to serve the young master very carefully, fearing that she would make another mistake and be driven back to the small black house.

After a brief freshening, a light meal of mushroom consommé, baked cauliflower, grilled lamb chops, oatmeal and fruit salad was served to Moriarty's table.

"Well, the craftsmanship is not bad, but the seasoning is not proper." Moriarty slowly chewed the food in his mouth and commented.

Of course, he also knew in his heart that in Kent, the Ivy Manor was quite famous for its food. Even some of the old aristocrats from the royal capital once praised the chefs of Ensberg. However, this is only according to the standards of the continent of Erathia. If you compare it with the earth, the meal in front of you can score nine points in terms of raw materials, but it is only six points at most in terms of cooking level, which is just passing.

Because he hadn't eaten for several days, Moriarty's first meal was slow and didn't eat much.

After drinking all the oatmeal porridge and eating a few slices of surprisingly salty peach flesh, Moriarty put down his knife and fork.

Immediately, the servant removed the plate and served another cup of black tea, to which was even added some Rest, a wine similar to the brandy of the earth. This is what Moriarty asked for by name.

Looking at the young master's sudden new hobby, old Hugo was a little puzzled, but he was not worried. After all, for an aristocratic man, wine and tobacco are two inseparable companions.

"Okay, is Father free now? I want to see him. After drinking a whole cup of black tea with spices, Moriarty put down the gold-painted white porcelain cup with satisfaction, and turned to the old butler who had been waiting beside him.

"Yes, the master has ordered, young master, you can go to the study to see him at any time." Hugo replied.

"Alright, let's go." Moriarty nodded, and walked out of the room first, towards the majestic study in his memory.

Truth be told, the newborn Moriarty didn't want to face the titular father so soon.

Although Moriarty, who had completely absorbed his memories, was not worried about the possibility or danger of any exposure, the body itself seemed to have some inexplicable resistance to this father.

However, after a little consideration during the time of tea, Moriarty decided to pay a visit to his father immediately. After all, dragging mud and water is not your own inherent style, and this will not change in the slightest no matter where it is.

"Father."

Passing through the door that the old butler had silently opened, Moriarty took a small step forward, then stood still, and bowed to the baron who was seated behind his desk.

"I'm glad to hear you've recovered." The baron did not get up, but continued to sit in his large leather chair.

It seems that at all times, the baron's attire was so meticulous that he could be a model of aristocratic attire. It's just that behind the pair of gold-rimmed glasses, there are still a pair of red eyes.

"Come and sit." After looking at Moriarty for a moment, the baron smiled and pointed to the white woolen sofa on the other side of the room.

"Yes." Moriarty strode into the study and sat down on the couch.

"Moriarty, do you know, as a father, I am very sad for your reckless behavior a few days ago." Seeing his only son sitting down generously in front of him, the baron was slightly surprised, but he remained silent, slowly stood up, walked to the navy blue carpet in the center of the study, and looked into Moriarty's eyes. …,

"I'm so sorry for the mistake I made. Father! I am willing to accept any punishment from you for this. Looking at the baron as well, Moriarty stood up and bowed.

"Sit down, kid, sit down." The baron nodded, patted Moriarty on the shoulder, motioned for him to sit down, and sat down beside him: "No one will punish you. ”

"But after all, I have done something that disgraces the Ensberg family, and you may forgive me, father, but I can't forgive myself."

Moriarty didn't need to ask to know that the suicide of "himself" by jumping off a building three days ago must have gone viral among the aristocracy of Kent.

It won't be long before titles like "cowardly", "cowardly", "madman", and "poor worm" rain down on Moriarty. Even if, due to the rules of high society and the prestige of the Ensberg family, the parties will not be positively criticized and discriminated against, but there will be no more slander against Moriarty behind the scenes.

"Child, I know that Helen's death has hit you hard. Maybe you still can't accept this reality. But what is gone is gone. As a nobleman, as a member of the Ensberg family, you must learn to be calm and patient. Even if the almost unbearable pain will rage like wildfire in your heart, you must have a heart made of pure gold. The baron looked at Moriarty and said slowly.

"Yes Father, I will follow your teachings." Moriarty bowed his head again.

"Don't think about the punishment yet. According to Dr. Edward's suggestion, you should have a retreat, do you have any ideas? As if a little surprised by such smooth communication, the baron couldn't help but nod slightly.

You must know that the Baron had communicated with the original Moriarty many times before, but every time he mentioned his deceased mother, Moriarty would cry or howl like crazy. Today, however, Moriarty's cousin is so calm and "excellent" that it is a bit of a surprise.

"There's no need for any recuperation, father." As for the baron's suggestion, Moriarty directly refused: "If I can, I would like to sort out my mother's relics and continue to complete my magic course." ”

"Yes, under your mother's tutelage, you are already a great mage apprentice. It's a pity that there is no magic tradition in the kingdom of Erahia, and it is really difficult to find a suitable mage to guide you in the future. The baron nodded, not annoyed by the rejection of his proposal: "However, your mother's spell book has disappeared inexplicably, and I have asked Hugo to investigate for many days, but there are still no clues." ”

"It's okay, father. Continuing to study magic is just an eternal memory of my mother. Moriarty replied quietly, his eyes perfect.

"Yes, I agree with you. Of course, I also hope that you will find time to participate in the family's operation. After all, your status as the first heir to the Ensberg family is your right and your obligation. ”

"Yes, Father."

With that, Moriarty got up and said goodbye to the baron.

Under the baron's watchful eye, Moriarty withdrew from the study.

The door to the study closed silently again, leaving the Baron alone in his room, thoughtful.