Hearing Sherlock's words, Ivas raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully, "What do you think?" ”

“…… I had some ideas in mind. ”

Sherlock's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze sharpened, "But now I'm a little suspicious of you." Even if it's not you, you at least know the inside story. ”

"Who were you thinking?"

Ivus asked with interest.

Sherlock took a bite of the unlit cigar in his mouth and replied, "I was thinking of ...... Could the professor not have died?

"Because the new minister behaves in a way that looks a little like him. There are only a few people who can contact the queen and be trusted by Her Majesty without any merit, and excluding those who have already served as ministers, there are actually not many people left. ”

There is no doubt that Sherlock was referring to James Moriarty, Ivas's adoptive father.

When he investigated before, he was almost killed by Edward. That is, in the end, Sherlock still coaxed him, and Edward did not kill him for the sake of the friendship between the two.

Although Sherlock has claimed that he is no longer investigating, he has not forgotten the content of his previous investigation.

"Since you are faking your death, I am faking your death...... So is it possible that the professor also suspended his animation? ”

Sherlock made a very reasonable guess.

Others may not have thought of it for a while, but this is the only thing that Sherlock knows. Since Sherlock was aware of this, he could certainly have guessed the possibility.

"From this point of view, it is possible that the minister is Edward. The professor faked his death in the open, and then secretly acted as Edward's advisor......"

"Can't it be Edward?"

Ivas asked with some amusement, "Why does he have to be someone's agent?" ”

“…… Well. ”

Sherlock pondered for a moment, and thought of a more polite way to respond: "I don't think it's easy for him to make this kind of decision with his character. ”

The implication is that Edward wasn't that smart.

"Do you think I look like it?" Ivus asked with a smile.

"It's possible. Putting aside the curse that might lead to controversy and retaliation, he grabbed Master Lars for abusing and killing female students...... Kind of like your style. ”

Sherlock pondered: "But since you asked, then this matter may not be so simple......"

"Style? What is my style? ”

Eivas was a little curious about Sherlock's evaluation, and he didn't know what his style was.

Sherlock commented, "A bit like a nobleman with irises, or a newspaper editor, or a magician performing in a tavern." ”

"It's a liar full of lies. That's what you want to say, right? ”

"More than that. In addition to being good at lying and convincing, he is also very cunning. What is said is true, but it can lead people in different directions. He likes to play with words and language, and then play with the inner ...... of others."

"I see. You want to scold me again, don't you? ”

"Yes, it's like the 'fox spirit' that the primordial people said."

Sherlock said sarcastically, "That's how the fox charms the Lord. ”

"And what are you, seagull? Or Pelican? ”

Ivus pointed to the cigar Sherlock was holding, "Don't smoke it." ”

"I don't smoke because you're here, Mr. Fox."

Sherlock glared at Ivus, and his tone was not very friendly: "Lady Mina has told me many times that you are not well, don't smoke in front of you—to be honest, I don't really think you're in any bad health. ”

"—you're looking a lot better, Sherlock."

At this moment, a clear and gentle voice came from the door: "Is it your routine and diet that have become healthy?" ”

It was the voice of Mr. Michael Hermes.

Sherlock's face changed slightly, and his left foot on the table was withdrawn, and his body was also propped up by his body that was lying backwards. He took the cigar from his mouth - because the humidor was next to Eivas, he didn't have time to put it in the humidor, so he wanted to hide it under the table.

But that's too unhygienic. Ivus reached out and took the cigar and put it back on the shelf in front of him.

The next moment, I saw Lady Mina and McCroft appear through the doorway.

With a smile, McCloft nodded slightly at Ivus.

The tall, large, seal-like man removed his black bowler hat, revealing his black hair and piercing amber eyes, which were indistinguishable from Sherlock's.

Ivas got up, smiled at him, stroked his chest and nodded in return.

"Your brother is coming for you, Sherlock."

Lady Mina looked a little troubled: "I was going to help you get through, but he's pretty sure you're here...... So I brought him in. ”

Mina, dressed as usual in the soothsayer's black dress, was apparently looking at the shop downstairs before being caught by Michael.

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

McCroft's voice wasn't thick or majestic.

He's not slouchy, elegant but mean-spirited like Sherlock, but he's gentle enough to be comfortable, easy to forget, but always a sense of security.

It's like the kind of uncle or uncle who has a good personality and always brings some gifts back when he goes on a business trip - he is a close elder and has a relationship that is not so direct, so he doesn't reprimand himself every day, but becomes friendly while keeping his distance.

"It's okay, Sherlock is sensible. He's not a kid anymore, so he's a ......."

Mina glanced at Ivus, and only after seeing Ivus nodding before leaving with confidence: "I still have to go down to see the store, sorry I can't make tea for you......"

"It's all right, Lady Mina. We'll take care of ourselves. ”

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

After Mrs. Mina left, McCroft sat down on the other couch between Ivas and Sherlock. As soon as he sat down, the couch caved straight inside, making an overwhelming, squeaky sound like stepping on snow.

The first thing Michael sat down was to glance at the cigar on the table.

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

"Tsk......"

Sherlock didn't ask him the stupid thing like "how do you know", but scratched his head in some annoyance: "After all, I haven't been to work for a long time." ”

His so-called "work" was to help the Inspectorate solve crimes, which would pay him a bonus as a reward for his work as a consultant detective.

"It doesn't matter what it does, your income is not low. The main thing is that you are too wasteful and never save money. ”

Michael Loft looked at Sherlock, his gaze as calm as a lake: "You have advanced in a few days, can you still afford advanced materials?" ”

"The full moon ceremony doesn't require expensive materials."

Being watched by his brother made Sherlock a little irritated: "Then what can't you afford?" And I wrote a book, and when it comes out I'll have money. ”

"And then it's done again quickly, isn't it?"

Michael Loft looked at Sherlock and said softly and calmly, "You know, I'm talking about drunken dream tinctures. ”

"This isn't the first time I've advanced, so it's not a big problem."

Sherlock was somewhat stiff-mouthed: "It is only possible to interrupt the dream of advanced if you suffer great pain in your dream, or if you are disturbed in reality." I've advanced as normal once, and this time with Her Royal Highness the Princess and Ivus......"

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

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

With that, he took out two small boxes from his bosom.

They were two small thumb-sized metal boxes that looked like cooling oil. It is etched with a crescent moon with a human face.

It's the tincture of drunken dreams.

"It's all new this year, and even if you don't use it, you can still keep it for several years. One for each of you. ”

McCroft smiled at Ivus, "It's not a 'pay for taking care of Sherlock,' and it's not a formal gift—you think of it as a gift to take with you when you visit a friend." ”

The gift you brought with you is worth hundreds of white crown coins. A well-trained purebred retriever is pretty much the price.

Ivus thought to himself. However, he did not refuse, but accepted it directly.

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

"Congratulatory gifts?"

Sherlock was keenly aware of the word: "Is it really you, the minister?" ”

McCroft didn't pat Sherlock on the head, not even any physical contact, but said calmly: "Since you know, you should be respectful to Minister Moriarty, Sherlock." Minister Moriarty is His Majesty's right and left hand, and should also be the right and left hand of His Majesty in the future. ”

“…… Be. ”

Reluctantly, Sherlock stood up and bowed to Evas, "I'm rude, Your Excellency. ”

Where Michael couldn't see, he made a "fox" lip gesture at Ivus.

Eivas didn't mind, but nodded with a smile on his face, feeling refreshed.

The Hermes family, who are the Predator Queens...... Sherlock was about to bow his head in front of him now.

"How, Sherlock."

Ivus smiled, "Want to join my ministry?" I should still have a secretary's place to keep. ”

That's exactly what I thought.

Sherlock thought to himself.

He didn't completely hate Avalon's civil service. He just hated the ministers...... He once wanted to be Michaelft's secretary, but was hit back by Michaelft's inconvenient problems.

- But how can you make yourself look like you don't think so?

"That's right, but with Her Majesty's approval."

McCloft said, "Sherlock is not a civil servant, after all. Although there is no departmental government affairs in the ministry, it is not something that can be parachuted in at will...... He's got to make a name. What do you think of the royal agents? Minister Moriarty? In this way, there is a reason for him to fake his death, and it doesn't look too stupid - Your Majesty's mission, our parents must not be too harsh on him. ”

"I think so."

Evas replied, "Please also greet His Excellency Arthur for me." ”

As soon as the two sang and harmonized, Sherlock was finalized.

Sherlock didn't hate it, but was relieved.

Then McCroft smiled and got down to business—apparently he hadn't come to his brother for him.

"Minister Moriarty, do you know that barrel club I own?"

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

"It's not a big problem, it's not too small."

McCroft said slowly, "It was Mr. Lars Graham who deposited some documents and legacies in my club. I don't want this to bring the Inspectorate in, because the barrel club is full of people who hate trouble and noise. But it's not good if I deal with this stuff privately......

"So could you please come and help me testify? If you think something is dangerous and needs to be kept personally, you can also help us point it out in time to avoid unnecessary trouble caused by improper storage and containment. ”

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

If you want it, take it away, we're afraid of getting into trouble.

"Of course...... No problem. ”

Ivus smiled and said, "I'm not afraid of trouble. ”

Update complete!

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