"Ahem, it's 'her,'" Sherlock replied as he coughed as if choked as he took his coffee, "A mid-order extraordinaire I met at the Brave's Bar, who has some connections in the underworld of Beckland, and I have received her help before. ”

"It's just cooperation, and there's no other communication."

He added.

I just subconsciously asked, why do you have to explain so much......

Angel looked away a little uneasily, but felt inexplicably relieved.

The living room fell into a brief silence.

By the way, the purpose of my visit today......

She remembered her main task of coming here, looked at Sherlock again, and saw that the other party was looking at her with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and hurriedly said:

"I came here today to ......"

She told Sherlock in detail about the previous night's tracking to Barron's house, the interrogation, and the fight with Heras and the killing of the psychic.

After listening to what happened last night, the Extraordinary Detective also put away his smile and crossed his legs into deep thought.

"Are you sure the military, and even the royal family, have something to do with this? Is it just because of the extraordinary of the 'arbiter' approach? No matter how tightly the potion recipe is covered, there will be wild extraordinaries who will get them. ”

After a moment, he asked.

Not only that, but also the extraordinary people in the Kaping family last time, as well as the cold treatment of the police before and after the event, all indicate that the matter of human transactions is not simple. On top of that, it is likely that there is some kind of collaboration between the royal family and the Witch Sect, and the latter has been identified as one of the organizers of the population trade. ”

Angel patiently explained.

"As far as I know, one of the princes of the royal family of Rune, Edsaac Augustus, is in love with a commoner woman, her name is Tris, and you should be familiar with it."

Sherlock's eyes widened after a moment of confusion, and he asked in a low voice:

"The city of Tingen?"

"That's right, it's the 'witch', she's become the 'Witch of Pleasure' in Sequence 6."

Angel whispered, as if afraid that the voice would be heard by a third person.

"But I remember, wasn't she a male 'instigator'? The prince would actually fall in love with her? The corners of Sherlock's mouth twitched as if he had heard something incredible, "This reminds me of an old book I saw recently, which mentions the 'Primordial Witch', the existence that the Witch Cult believes in, and her name is 'Chick', which is a male name!" Could it be that when the Witch Sect chooses its members, it deliberately chooses in this direction, out of some kind of bad taste, or is it the purpose of the sect? ”

"The Original Witch ...... Chick"

Angel was also a little shocked when she heard this secret for the first time, but she quickly returned to her topic and continued:

Her suspicions were correct, and Triss did not love the prince, and the prince's love was so strong that it was a little unreal. But their interactions are likely to be ...... Interference with an item, and arrangement. ”

Not daring to say the name of the item, Angel just gave a look, and Sherlock heard the "arrangement" and immediately understood what the other party meant, his lips pursed, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

After a long time, he continued with Angel's words:

"Then, with the 'Aurora Society' that tried to summon the evil god in the dock area some time ago, this group of people has already gathered again, and even a certain prince has been added...... But why would such a powerful person get involved in this matter, it will not always be for the sake of ...... For greater power? ”

As the fifth child of the current King George III of Rune, Edssac has no hope of succeeding to the throne under normal circumstances, and if he wants to go further, then he will probably have to create some "abnormal" situation, such as making himself first in line to the throne, or simply plotting a rebellion......

The two looked at each other, and they both saw the same guess in each other's eyes as themselves.

"Looks like your friend at the party was right, it's very deep......"

Sherlock sighed, reaching for his coffee cup, only to find it empty.

Angel helped him add it, and said with a wry smile:

"Now I don't know whether to report it or not, even if it is an official extraordinary, in the face of open and secret battles within the royal family, I am afraid they will act cautiously, not to mention ordinary police, they will only stuff the report letter into the deepest part of the archives, hoping that no one will see it for a hundred years."

"Of course, it has to be reported, Capin's case is the responsibility of the punisher, and it was finally reported, the three major churches and the royal family are not of the same mind, and there is even a conflict of interest, not to mention, this is just the action of a prince with the right to inherit later, and other royal family members may not agree with his approach, especially King George III in the prime of life......"

Stroking his thickening beard, Sherlock analyzed:

"However, reporting also has to pay attention to methods, you go directly to report, or hire a homeless man to deliver letters like last time, it is easy to be traced to yourself, it is best to find a channel that can contact the royal family through the nobles, so that Prince Edsak's political enemies can come forward and turn the matter into a royal infighting."

Aristocrat...... Miss Audrey!

Angel immediately thought of a good way, "Justice" Audrey could influence other nobles through her father to muddy the waters, and she contacted the other party through the "Tarot Society", which was also difficult to be tracked down by other means.

When Edsak fell into the attack within the royal family, he reported the matter to the three major churches, and said that there were people from the witch sect around the prince......

However, did this do the other thing Trissy wanted, and she had said last time that she would rather be taken into the church and locked up in an underground prison for the rest of her life than remain with the prince......

Withholding the Tarot section, she gathered her thoughts and told Sherlock, who agreed with the approach.

Unfortunately, we will have to wait until next week to find a chance to report it, and these people may use this week to eliminate most of the evidence, and even cut off the entire route to transport slaves, so as to avoid finding all the nodes...... But it will also make them let their guard down, they think that I have only found the layer of Heras, and that I have locked down Prince Edssack and the Witch Sect, and have conclusive evidence against the prince.

Angel pondered, perfecting the details of her plan, while Sherlock yawned a little boredly, as if he hadn't slept well last night, or had woken up too early in the morning to cause sleep deprivation.

"By the way, the last time you used the mirror to communicate, you asked me how the potion was digested," he said a little speechless in order to liven up the atmosphere, "I have tried to play some simple roles in the past few days, and with the 'feedback' provided by Iconse of the 'Mechanical Heart' just now, the potion is almost finished digesting...... I mean, well, your potion digestion progress ......"

Thinking of the way to play the "Witch of Pleasure" and the madness of that night, Sherlock's voice became lower and lower, he looked at Angel's face on the other side of the coffee table, and did not dare to continue asking, secretly regretting the topic he was looking for.

"What do you want to say?"

After a moment, Angel, whose face was flushed and disappeared, looked coldly at Sherlock and asked with a pursed mouth.

"I mean, ...... tonight" Sherlock glanced out the window and saw that it was noon in the sun, paused, and chose to continue, "If you need to continue playing, I'll ......"

……

At the door of No. 17 Minsk Street, Mrs. Summer, the landlord who had just returned home and was about to open the door to enter the house, heard the movement of the door, looked at the house next door that she had rented to Detective Sherlock Moriarty, and saw a young woman walking briskly from the door with a red face.

"Young people are so energetic......"

As if hearing Mrs. Summer's whisper, the woman tightened her hood and quickened her pace.

(End of chapter)