Chapter 273 Haina Gets the Griffin
——You said this is the land of fairies?
Where can there be a fairyland with so many humans living there!
Lily subconsciously cast her gaze towards Aiwass and asked softly, "Is this... the worse possibility?"
“…It’s hard to say.”
Aiwas shook his head, and the strange feeling in his heart became clearer and clearer.
Just now, when he was walking on the path in the forest, he had a strange experience - although he was full of vigilance, even extremely alert, he felt a sense of contentment and ease.
If I had to describe it, it's a bit like the feeling you get during aromatherapy. Or maybe it's like taking a walk alone in the woods in the quiet early morning when you're not working or otherwise tied down. It's so peaceful, it feels like time has stopped.
Sherlock obviously also felt that strange experience. That's why he understood what Aiwass meant.
If this is a fairyland, then this kind of anomaly is reasonable. They just need to deal with the fairies.
But if this isn't the land of fairies...
"...Then there are only two possibilities. Either a powerful transcendent has cast a large, normally functioning barrier here to protect the village, or there's something abnormal here, and the intensity of this abnormality is enough to distort the sharp vision of a fourth-level white griffin."
Aiwass said cautiously: "No matter which one it is...we must be prepared to come into contact with the power of the fifth energy level."
And just then, they saw Haina waving in the distance.
“You’re here—”
She ran over excitedly.
But when she was halfway through, she saw Sherlock next to Aiwass, and the smile on her face gradually faded and her pace slowed down.
By the time she trotted in front of Aiwass, her speed had almost dropped to zero. She tilted her head in confusion, staring at little Sherlock.
"…Is this Mr. Sherlock's brother?"
"You disappoint me, Haena. You stared at it for so long that even a dog would have lost its fur, and then you said, 'Is that a rabbit?'"
Little Sherlock said coldly, "I hope you can think before you speak. Your brain will become useless if you don't use it for too long."
It's Mr. Sherlock!
Haina immediately confirmed Sherlock's identity.
She was a little surprised: "Why are you..."
...Why did it become smaller?
But these words were so shocking that she didn't dare to say them out loud for a moment.
How is it possible for someone to regain youth?
"That's what I mean. What's going on?"
Sherlock said expressionlessly, staring at Aiwass.
Aiwass smiled pleasantly and waved his hand. "Don't worry about the details—you have to cherish the present. Many things are missed, and they are missed. This is a limited edition."
"Well said."
An elderly man exclaimed from the side: "Cherish the present...Hai Na, I must learn from you, my friend."
The old man's skin was as dark as coal, and the pupil of his right eye was a nearly transparent sky blue, a slightly cloudy pupil reminiscent of melted oil paint.
There was a deep scar on his face, spanning half of his face and bisecting his left eye. His left eye had shrunk because of it, becoming smaller than his right eye and the color of his pupil had also become lighter.
Hanging from his waist was an elven short sword that had clearly endured the wear and tear of time, yet was still in good condition. However, he wore no armor, but instead a long black trench coat with a stand-up collar for warmth.
"Grandpa William!"
Haina obviously knew this old supervisor - if nothing unexpected happened, this should be the "only supervisor in the village who goes fishing every day" that Haina had told Aiwas before.
Aiwass looked at the other person deeply, then turned his head and looked at Sherlock.
Sherlock shook his head slightly, indicating that he should not act rashly.
They also confirmed...that there was indeed something wrong with this village.
——Because both Aiwass and Sherlock knew him.
Although he looked a little older and had a few more scars on his body... he was undoubtedly the old supervisor in the promotion ceremony that Aiwas had just experienced!
At the time, Aiwass's grandfather was still a young man in his twenties or thirties. This man, on the other hand, looked to be at least in his fifties or sixties—his short hair was turning gray and fine at the roots, and his dark, square face was lined with distinct wrinkles. He looked like someone who often had a stern expression.
Even if he is not an inspector... he must be a principal at least with those black-framed glasses on.
Now, his facial features looked much softer, and the wrinkles on his face were more distinct, but his eyes were not so cloudy that he couldn't see clearly.
That was 1839. Now it is 1898.
Almost sixty years have passed.
Aiwass is almost as old as his grandfather was.
The old man was almost sixty years old back then, but sixty years later he became...less than seventy years old?
The old man also stared at Aiwass for a while.
He gradually revealed a friendly smile and held out his hand to Aiwass: "Young man...you have a lot of potential."
Aiwass reached out his hand and shook it firmly. He felt the warmth of his palm, like a furnace, and a sense of strength that was completely unlike that of an old man.
"Excuse me, what is your name?" asked the old supervisor.
"Evans Moriarty."
Aiwass smiled reservedly and said calmly, "Avalon is about to take office as Minister without Portfolio."
"…Minister Moriarty!"
The old supervisor was obviously surprised, and then a smile appeared on his face: "What an honor!
"No minister has ever come to our small village. Even Minister Swan only took a stroll through Bagpipe Town and left... Can I tell others about your identity?"
But he hadn't doubted Aiwass's identity—impersonating a minister in Avalon was punishable by death. He had also heard of the name Moriarty... it belonged to the founding family.
As a descendant of the family that founded the country, it is not impossible for him to become a minister at a young age.
"Of course, sir."
Aiwass nodded reservedly, his expression gentle yet arrogant, which was consistent with the general public's stereotype of outstanding young people educated by the Contrarian family: "This is not a secret - the details of my identity will be published in the Glass Steps in less than a month.
"I just came to say hello to my friend Haena. There's nothing shameful about it, especially since she's now a disciple of 'Meg'."
"—Meg!"
The old man's eyes widened suddenly, with a look of astonishment: "It's that..."
"The great arbitrator, Grandpa William."
Haina reminded from the side.
She smiled complacently, obviously enjoying Aiwass's flattery.
Although she didn't know why Aiwass suddenly revealed this information when they met, she had been holding it in for a long time. She was just waiting for an opportunity to show off!
"Haina, your griffin has arrived."
After glancing at Haena, Aiwass changed the subject and patted the young griffin who was leaning close to Aiwass. "Her name is Liz, she's fifteen years old. Treat her well."
“…Liz!”
Haina was so happy that she almost screamed!
My griffin, my griffin!
——Finally! She’s finally here!
And it’s a noble white-feathered griffin!
Haina suddenly didn't care about anything else - she was so moved that she was about to cry.
She approached cautiously, half-knelt on the ground, and gently stroked Liz's feathers. Liz also came over to smell Haena's scent, then sneezed and rubbed her neck with satisfaction.
"Hello Liz, hello...my good child..."
Haena spoke softly and affectionately, reaching out to hug the griffin: "My name is Haena. Haena Dane, a companion you can always trust."
She had never known that she could speak in such a gentle voice: "Are you hungry? Did you eat when you came here? I'll prepare some of the freshest meat for you. Beef might be hard to find, but there should be fresh wild boar meat in the village now..."
Aiwass put his hands behind his back and coughed lightly, but still did not interrupt Haina's intoxication and excitement.
The old supervisor also came over and whispered to Aiwass, "I actually recognized the wrong person just now... Minister, you look very similar to an old friend of mine. By the way, this child..."
"—I'm Arthur."
Sherlock spoke, using his father's name as a pseudonym without hesitation.
Aiwass on the side smiled slightly when he heard this, and added with a bit of evil humor: "His name is Arthur Conan Doyle... the apprentice and assistant of the famous detective Sherlock.
"Mr. Sherlock is a little busy, so he asked his assistant to help us investigate."
"……investigation?"
The old supervisor was a little confused: "Did something happen?"
"It happened more than ten years ago."
Aiwass bowed slightly and answered seriously, "I think you are probably not mistaken... because I am actually an orphan adopted by the Moriarty family.
"And my real last name is Alexander. Aiwass Alexander—and my grandfather's name was Jacob Alexander. He lived here for the last few years of his life.
"I'm here for his death."
My sleep has finally returned to seven and a half hours... I've recovered. I've recovered.
It’s the last day for double bonus, remember to vote, brothers!
(End of this chapter)
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