Chapter 412 Mr. Spy Andre
When Andre Watson regained consciousness, he noticed a little guy standing beside him with his hands behind his back, staring at him.
The child was leaning on a cane in a very serious manner, with a serious face, looking very serious.
"ah……"
Detective Watson made a hoarse sound and finally recovered.
But at this moment he was still trembling all over, and it took him a long time to regain the ability to speak.
The cold still seeped into his body, and fear still lingered in Watson's eyes. "What on earth is going on... Why is there a Wild Hunt here?"
"Maybe you were unlucky and ran into this."
The child asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"
"oh……"
Watson struggled to sit up from the ground. Haena kindly helped him nearby. But at this moment, he saw the griffin with large white feathers beside Haena, and his movements froze for a moment.
In an instant, little Sherlock narrowed his eyes.
"Thank you, Mr. Inspector..."
Watson asked tentatively.
Haina shook her head. "I'm not an inspector yet. You can call me Miss Haina for now. This is Arthur Conan Doyle."
"Hello, kind young lady and gentleman. Thank you very much for saving me."
Watson's face turned blue and his lips turned white.
But Haina noticed that he was recovering quite quickly… After he regained consciousness, within just a few breaths, his speech became fluent, and his complexion and mental state improved noticeably: “My name is Andre Watson, and I’m a detective.”
"Oh, hello, Watson..."
Haina had just finished speaking when little Sherlock suddenly interrupted her:
"—Well, Detective Watson," he said in a high voice, "what brings you all the way to this remote little village?"
Watson hesitated for a moment before realizing that the person leading the conversation was actually this child.
Maybe he wasn't a kid at all.
...Perhaps, he is a dwarf?
Such a strange idea suddenly popped up in Watson's mind, and he subconsciously began to think quickly.
That girl named Haina was able to obtain a pure-blooded juvenile griffin, which means she's at least close to the fourth level. She only said she wasn't an inspector yet, but didn't explain that she wasn't from the Inspection Bureau... and her posture seemed quite casual, which meant she probably didn't come from the military.
If you weren't from the military, you'd enter the Arbitration Hall at the fourth level. At that point, you'd be recognized as Avalon's top fighting force and talent reserve, receive armor from the Queen, become a knight, and enter the Hall of the Round Table.
Without a doubt, that is the pinnacle of power that ordinary people can reach.
But she had great respect for the child——
Watson was absolutely right. The emotion she felt was one of respect, even a bit of fear. When the "child" spoke, she immediately stopped talking and even looked at him tentatively, seeking his opinion.
This undoubtedly shows that this "child" has a very high status.
The only child who could command such respect and fear from a knight was probably a member of the royal family. But there was no doubt that Avalon currently did not have any male royals of this age.
Then there is only one explanation.
This child-like figure has the mind of an adult. He is a dwarf!
And there is a high probability that he is a minister or a secret manager of an institution!
"—stop imagining things, Detective Watson. Answer my questions."
The child impatiently raised his cane and poked him in the abdomen, neither too hard nor too soft. It was like being poked by an ignorant child with an iron rod, and the pain made him grimace. But it also instantly woke him from his thoughts and fantasies.
"Yes, Mr. Doyle..."
He responded subconsciously.
But as soon as he said this, he saw "Mr. Doyle" immediately raised his eyebrows. Watson immediately knew that he had accidentally said the wrong thing and immediately regretted it.
He could only force himself to hold on and pretend that he hadn't seen anything: "I'm here to find Detective Sherlock Hermes."
"……Um?"
Haina was stunned for a moment and subconsciously glanced at Sherlock.
And this subtle expression was immediately captured by Watson.
His heart immediately tightened.
——Why was she looking at the dwarf?
Is he involved in Sherlock's disappearance? Did he do it? Or is Sherlock related to him?
Or maybe... he is Sherlock?
After this thought came to his mind, Watson immediately came up with a new association: Yes, if Sherlock turned into a child through the ceremony, he would indeed disappear suddenly.
That made sense, then, as to why the arbitrator remained respectful towards him. And his unceremonious attitude towards me, along with a feeling of disdain yet also of reassurance, was vaguely similar to Sherlock...
"I am Mr. Hermes' apprentice."
Little Sherlock poked Detective Watson with his cane and said bluntly, "What do you want with him?"
"He's missing...some people suspect he was murdered."
Watson replied half-truthfully, "Ask me to investigate his whereabouts."
"He's fine. Just conducting a covert investigation."
Little Sherlock replied calmly, "He will be back in two months at the latest. Go and tell your client—if there really is such a client."
Watson's heart tightened. He opened his mouth, closed it again, and remained silent for a moment.
And Sherlock was already sighing in his heart.
This idiot...
He had always felt that Watson wasn't very smart, and now this feeling was even clearer.
Sherlock, whose wisdom has now reached the third level, can clearly perceive that... Detective Watson's wisdom has only reached the second level.
He is really not smart!
For ordinary people, being able to awaken an extraordinary profession from the path of wisdom seems to mean that he is a smart person.
But Sherlock knew the other party's identity——
He is the illegitimate son of a mage lord and the Son of the Moon in Narcissus Territory. As the union of two high-ranking transcendents from different paths, he is naturally adaptable to both the path of wisdom and the path of love.
However, Watson's strength is not outstanding.
At least not very prominent in the path of wisdom.
Despite being born with the adaptability to the path of wisdom, he has only just reached the second level at his age...
Generally speaking, college graduates are about this level!
Detective Watson's father, Dr. Watson, was a senior wizard of the fourth level, capable of holding his own against even the strongest of the fifth level within his own wizard tower. He was also most respected for his research as a doctor of medicine—his expertise covered dental diseases, digestive disorders, and lymphatic system disorders.
Sherlock even read Dr. Watson's paper and learned a lot from it.
Dr. Watson once wrote a monograph that detailed the digestion rates of various foods in the human body, and how foods at different stages of digestion would behave after death, under different circumstances, and over different periods of time.
Dr. Watson also wrote a paper describing what kind of injuries would be caused by different types of bullets hitting different parts of the human body at different distances, and what the direct cause of death might be.
This knowledge was of great inspiration to Sherlock.
He is also Sherlock's pen pal and external helper. When Sherlock encountered some difficult cases, he would take photos of some of the information and mail them to this doctor, who would kindly provide detailed answers.
Dr. Watson also wrote a letter, hoping Sherlock would help him take care of his children. Otherwise, he would most likely be taken by the Avalon authorities as a "hostage exchange."
——Yes, Andre Watson’s true identity is a spy.
Moreover, he was a spy who had long been exposed and placed under Avalon's supervision.
(End of this chapter)
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