Chapter 428 Unqualified Spy
At two o'clock in the afternoon, a large griffin with colorful feathers, carrying two adults and a child on its back, slowly landed in the backyard of Watson Detective Agency.
"Thank you so much, both of you."
Detective Watson wiped his sweat and thanked Haena and Sherlock repeatedly, "Without your help, I would have died last night. Please stay for dinner."
Haina touched the griffin Liz's head with some heartache: "You should also thank Liz... I didn't know she could actually carry us back."
Liz hasn't fully transformed into Baiyu yet, which means she hasn't reached adulthood yet.
Even a steam train would have taken a whole night to make the journey, but it carried two adults, a child, and two people's luggage and just flew back.
"—Thank you, too, Miss Liz."
Watson bowed respectfully to the griffin, which was only a head shorter than him.
Liz shook her head and proudly let out a clear, hawk-like cry. She couldn't speak yet, but she could still understand what people said.
Little Sherlock, standing by, crossed his arms and said abruptly, "Actually, this weight isn't a big deal for her. Griffins are known to carry fully armed adult men over long distances... Clearly, Haina, you're not much heavier than the armor and weapons combined. Don't spoil him too much, either. You can't just buy him a bicycle and then carry him around without even riding it."
Liz shouted angrily at Sherlock.
I don't understand what it means, but it's probably cursing.
Haina quickly comforted her beloved griffin, holding it and making meaningless humming sounds like coaxing a child.
She really loved her griffin. She had known it for less than two weeks, but she was already doting on it.
"No need for dinner or anything like that," Haena replied with a smile after comforting Liz. "If there's any fresh meat, you can give Liz some, and some water. We'll rest here for a while, and then we have to hurry back... If we hurry, we should be able to make it in time for New Year's Eve."
"Ah, yes, yes. Miss Liz, please follow me..."
With that, Watson walked into the house with the little griffin holding its head high.
And Haina looked at little Sherlock and asked softly: "I plan to go home, what about you?"
"...What should I do?"
Sherlock asked back.
"Didn't you send a letter home?"
Haina glanced at Watson's back and asked in a low voice, "He said he won't be going home for the New Year this year..."
"yes."
"So what are you going to do now? Go home again? Or go find Aiwass?"
Haina was a little worried.
Spending the New Year alone on the bustling Glass Island...it sounded incredibly lonely. Even for Haina, who didn't usually socialize, the mere thought of such a scene made her feel cold and lonely.
"No need," Sherlock said coldly, "New Year's Day is just a holiday. I'm too lazy to go out tomorrow... It's rare for me to come back, so it's more comfortable to rest at home and read a book."
"Come to think of it, don't you have a crush on someone of the opposite sex?"
Haina asked curiously, "Your good friend Mr. Edward Moriarty is married. Maybe Aiwass is also... Have you really never been in love in all these years?"
She had been curious about this question for a long time, but her relationship with Sherlock was not that close before, so she didn't dare to ask.
Although Sherlock is not the type who would hit others when he gets angry...it would still be very sad if he stared at you as if you were trash.
Now that they were more familiar with each other, she finally dared to ask this question at a more appropriate time.
"No."
Little Sherlock reached out and pulled his newsboy cap, responding coldly.
"Why? Is there no chance?"
"Because a detective's worst enemy is his own emotions."
Little Sherlock said calmly, "Things on the path of love are too sentimental, chaotic, unpredictable, and irrational for me. In order not to affect my judgment, I will remain unmarried for life."
"Is this the oath you swore?"
"You might think so."
Sherlock sighed, and seeing Haena's genuine curiosity, he explained a few more words: "The path of wisdom is a lonely and selfish path.
If devotion benefits others, then wisdom benefits oneself; if love is emotional, then wisdom is rational; those who are balanced pursue results and meaning, while those who are wise value the process.
"It is difficult for the world to understand the actions of a selfish person who is not impulsive and does not seek meaning. Therefore, walking the path of wisdom is destined to be lonely. When two dedicated people meet, they will likely have something in common; when two artists meet, they will become each other's inspiration.
"—But it's impossible for two wise men to walk the same path. Although we're not competitors like the transcendents, at least we're strangers. Even if we're on the same path, we can never be companions who grow old together.
"If that's the case, it's better to stay away from those beautiful things that will eventually break down. This is the choice that any wise person would make."
Sherlock replied.
But at this moment, Watson's voice suddenly came from inside the house: "I think... not necessarily."
He walked out and looked at Sherlock, whose gaze had suddenly turned cold. He raised his hands with an innocent smile, "I really wasn't eavesdropping, I just have better ears... the sound came to me by itself.
"Well, I don't know exactly how old you are. But at least I think that a wise man doesn't necessarily have to stay away from emotions."
Watson said, using himself as an example: "You know, my father is a wizard lord, and my mother is the Moon Child of the Path of Love. They are still very much in love... He is a fourth-level archmage, and even has the opportunity to be promoted to the fifth level. And even such a wizard can fall in love, right?"
"……snort."
Little Sherlock just snorted coldly and responded sharply, "That's why you are a bastard, Mr. Watson. Your birth was not celebrated or acknowledged."
"No," Watson replied frankly, "I think it is precisely because I am an illegitimate child that my birth is the fruit of pure love. Because whether it is my father or my mother, they can stop my birth; and my birth will not bring them any benefits, only trouble."
He had no aversion to his origins, and instead laughed as he spoke: "It is precisely because I am a bastard that I was able to come to Avalon. Because I cannot represent anyone... Apart from the blood flowing in my body and my last name, I have nothing directly related to my father.
"From this point of view, isn't this my luck?
"I was born out of love, into a wealthy family, with loving and powerful parents. But I don't have to bear any compulsory demands, because I have nothing to inherit, so I don't need to bear the hopes that I can't bear."
Watson spread his hands and said frankly, "I'm certainly not a qualified mage, much less a wise man. I've lived for so long, and my wisdom is only at the second level."
——You came to Avalon not because of freedom, but because you are a spy.
Sherlock opened his mouth, wanting to refute him, but it was not appropriate to say it directly.
But he suddenly realized... His father was able to send him here to carry out the mission, and used his own favor to entrust him to protect the other party. Isn't this also a kind of love?
...Can a wizard also have love?
This caused Sherlock's thinking to stagnate for a short time.
Seeing the newsboy hesitate, Watson smiled with satisfaction: "After listening to your narration, I have changed my opinion of Mr. Aiwass. After letting go of my old prejudice, I now fully understand that he is a great man.
"Then I hope, Arthur, you can put aside your prejudice and go spend the New Year with your family."
Watson said sincerely, handing Sherlock a box of exquisitely packaged snacks: "This is what I planned to buy for the New Year. As a thank you for saving me... you can take this home.
"Don't worry about losing face if you write a letter saying you won't be home for the New Year and then suddenly go back. As long as they're family, they won't really care about such things. Bring these snacks home, your family will definitely be happy."
Watson was even very conservative and said "family" instead of "parents" because he didn't know whether "Mr. Arthur Conan Doyle's" parents were still alive and was afraid of accidentally touching the other party's sore spot.
Although there are always many loopholes in the reasoning, the human relations and social customs are considered very comprehensively.
——You are really not a qualified spy, let alone a qualified detective, Sherlock thought.
He didn't go home, and while part of the reason was his poor relationship with his family... the main reason was because of his childish attitude, which would be difficult to explain, and he didn't like to explain. It wasn't about the letter at all.
Watson hadn't noticed anything out of place about him, let alone been able to see through his poorly disguised form. No wonder, as a spy, he received the full protection of the Inspectorate.
...But as a friend, this idiot is okay.
Mr. Watson is an unqualified spy, but a good man.
Sherlock glanced at him and finally sighed helplessly: "Alright...but I must solemnly remind you two that I am not homeless. I am not hated to this extent. At least I still have a place to go during the New Year."
For example, go to Bishop Mathers's house, Sherlock added in his mind.
He should be able to take me in... probably.
But after Watson mentioned this, Sherlock had a new idea in his mind -
He wondered if his parents would recognize him as a smaller being.
"Then you two," Little Sherlock adjusted the brim of his hat again, "goodbye... I'm going home."
(End of this chapter)
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