Chapter 1047 Elimination Method
But the reason why Aiwass proposed this deadline was because he already had an idea in his mind.
"Let's do it Sherlock's way—"
Aiwass looked at the old duke and said confidently, "First, bring all the information and intelligence on Count Moonson. We will eliminate them one by one."
Hearing this, the old duke looked at Yasen.
"Did you hear that?"
The old man said majestically: "Go and do it!"
"Oh, okay!"
Yasen suddenly took off and rushed out.
Although he was just being told to do something, he didn't feel unhappy at all.
Rather, he was filled with curiosity—
Twenty-four hours.
Just twenty-four hours to find and capture someone who can change reality and rewrite everyone's heart?
Is this possible?
It's like magic, like a "miracle"!
At this moment, Yasen's heart was filled with the same anticipation as when he first saw a magician perform magic as a child.
Condensing and igniting the "incredible" things, emitting a brilliant fire of light——
The simple magic tricks he had seen back then, he had already mastered without any instruction within two years. But he would never forget how his little self opened his eyes wide in disbelief, his heart filled with wonder.
Later, when he embarked on his Phantom Thief career, he always sent out advance notice before proceeding—a kind of pre-arranged magic. It was like a magician announcing, "I'm about to do something," and then letting people watch intently before performing. People looked on in wonder at the miracles he was performing, and that feeling brought him satisfaction.
He felt this way again, when he first met Sherlock...
The extremely brilliant reasoning was like a magic show to him.
——And now, it seems that we can see it for the second time.
The strength of the Grand Duke of Iris even exceeded Aiwass's expectations—
After Yasen passed on the order, less than forty minutes later, the preliminary compilation of "Earl of the Moon's Son"'s information was completed and began to be passed up the chain of command. Finally, it was delivered to Aiwass ten minutes before two in the morning.
Even Avalon, an authoritarian country, could never do such a thing!
Aiwass was absolutely certain that even if Isabel—or even if the old queen herself—ordered it, he would be lucky to see the information by noon the next day. Furthermore, it would likely be delivered in a sealed briefcase, after multiple rounds of review, containing between two and three hundred pages of detailed intelligence, and about half of that would be nonsense.
Of course, you can also flip directly to the end to read the summary after reading the summary. This is how Isabel usually approves government affairs.
This first batch of handwritten intelligence arrived in just an hour, including the journey. Eighteen pages of essential information, each containing twenty-two densely packed lines... Aiwass had no idea how long it would have taken to handwrite.
It's said that the Grand Duke was even dissatisfied with the speed—apparently because it was already 1 a.m. when the request was made, and many people were already asleep, so they were woken up at short notice. The speed seemed to make the Grand Duke feel a little embarrassed, and he ran out alone to scold someone.
When old Argon returned, they learned another piece of good news—the second part of the additional information would arrive in three hours, and was expected to be forty-eight pages.
——They can even be accurate to forty-eight pages!
Aiwass and Sherlock both marveled at the amazing administrative efficiency of the Iris people...if the Duke's own secretary could be considered a form of administrative efficiency.
"Sometimes I also feel that Your Majesty is too kind to them..."
Sherlock flipped through the information and complained to Aiwass.
Now he and Aiwass were in the data room sorting out information... while the old duke decided to go back for a nap. There was nothing for Yasen to do here anymore, but he had also told Aiwass to take him with him when he decided to go out.
And Anne was completely unable to help...but she stayed with Aiwass anyway.
There was no shortage of servants in the Duke's mansion. Two servants could be seen standing in every corridor. But Anne strictly forbad any servants from entering the house—she said it was to prevent any leaks. She then personally brought tea and snacks from the doorway and brought them to Aiwass and Sherlock's table.
Sherlock always liked to drink some coffee and eat some dessert when thinking, while Aiwass was simply hungry.
"Eat more, Aiwass."
Sherlock highly praised the snacks in the Duke's Mansion: "To be honest, it was the snacks here that made me feel at ease working here in the beginning."
He refers to "house arrest" as "work" - and based on Aiwass's understanding of Sherlock, this doesn't seem to be a polite euphemism, but rather an attempt at a joke.
A very boring joke that only he could understand.
Aiwass, on the other hand, chuckled appropriately: "Why, is it better than the one in Avalon?"
"They each have their merits. But at least they're not bad—though to be honest, I still think my mom's cakes are the best."
Sherlock commented sharply, "The dinner here tastes really good, though. Much better than the crap the people of Avalon make."
"Why did I feel like you gained at least five kilograms when I saw you..."
"That's an exaggeration. It's not that much."
Sherlock, whose face had become noticeably rounder, said seriously, "It's only about 3.5 kilograms."
As he spoke, he turned the information in his hand upside down.
Annie was suddenly alert: "Why, did you find any clues?"
"certainly."
Sherlock looked at Aiwass and raised his eyebrows: "You should have found it too."
"Actually, three minutes is about enough," Aiwass said modestly. "The rest is just rest time. After all, I haven't eaten all day."
"...Are you hiding some information?"
Sherlock narrowed his eyes: "How else could it be so fast?"
"Yes," Aiwass admitted, "but I didn't want to mislead you."
"Then let's check the answers."
Sherlock said, writing on the upside-down document with a pen: "There are a total of eight Moonson Earls, five of whom were converted human earls before the Swan King era, and three were promoted during the Swan King era.
"Among the three promoted earls, one is Earl Halik. If Earl Halik is a distraction, then the target can actually be narrowed down to choosing one of the two.
"—Earl Gould, and Earl Tudburgh."
"Not too rigorous, bro."
Aiwass commented, "Although Earl Harrick is a distraction, the other two are suspicious... but why did you simply rule out the former? Could it be that the other party already had this idea in mind and was deliberately trying to prevent him from taking advantage?"
"Yes, it is possible."
Sherlock nodded, admitting, "His goal, after all, is rebellion. And in a rebellion, if you're not high-ranking, you'll only be making things easier for others." He doesn't know what this head truly means or what it can do—you're too preconceived. He needs to test the head's limits time and again before writing himself into the script.
"So at first, I thought the most likely candidate was Earl of Dudburgh. He was the last of these earls to become an earl... and he was also the one who developed the most during the Third Rebellion. But then I ruled him out.
"The reason is simple—he holds too many parties at his house. If the Box of Nothingness were with him, every party would potentially lead to information leaks.
"And the Iris Moonchild was clearly unaware of this plan—in other words, the owner of the Void Chest intended to profit for himself. So, I turned my attention to the even more aloof Earl Gould..."
"So you think it's Earl Gould?"
Upon hearing this, Aiwass raised his eyebrows: "Are you done?"
"Of course not," Sherlock denied, "but you tell me first."
"I don't think it's either of these two people. Because I found more direct evidence - the number of offspring and the amount of blood imported."
Aiwass pointed to an inconspicuous line in the file: "The one who consumed the most blood... was the Count of Orleans."
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