Chapter 008 8

El-Melloi II stood in front of 221B Baker Street in the rain without caring and rang the doorbell.

Gray took a half step back with her umbrella, leaving El-Melloi II enough space to wait.

"Phew, I do miss the days when I lived in 221B Baker Street - to be more precise, I miss the days when it was just me, Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson." Watson's voice rang in Grey's mind, "After all, you all know that there is a detective and two criminal consultants living in 221B Baker Street in Valhalla."

"...and an innocent doctor."

El-Melloi II glanced at where Gray was standing, then looked away and waited for the door of 221B Baker Street to open.

The two were allowed to come before the consulting detective, but the last person who came to seek the consulting detective's help had not left yet and was dejectedly packing up his puppet show props.

"Hmm... Although we haven't received any commissions from the Ripper, the person from the Scottish Field who came to Sherlock at this time..." Watson was observing the client who was rejected by the consulting detective through Grey's eyes. "It should be Mr. Lestrade - the Lestrade in this world is much more interesting than the one in ours... He even uses puppet shows to explain the case to Sherlock!!!"

Watson's worldview was refreshed when he saw the youthful and beautiful Mrs. Hudson who came to open the door. However, when he saw Lestrade putting away his puppet with a dejected look, he could not help but laugh in Grey's mind.

——Mr. Watson is much more lively than his roommates.

This was the consensus reached by Grey and El-Melloi II with Watson two days ago. After all, when acting as a magician, even if El-Melloi II considered himself to be a terrible magician, he would seriously cast a magic of suggestion on the two of them that would make ordinary people subconsciously ignore themselves.

Naturally, the two of them chatted with Watson during the previous operation.

After Lestrade left with his prop box, Watson looked at the consulting detective standing opposite him and commented -

"I think the Sherlock here is like Molly."

Gray almost couldn't hold back her laughter after hearing this, so she quickly pulled her hood down to cover her face and hid behind El-Melloi II.

"...Okay Sherlock." The white-haired young man standing opposite sighed fiercely and moved a chair for El-Melloi II and Gray. "You rejected Officer Lestrade's commission, so at least take a look at the new client here - do you want some tea? Although it's raining outside, you can actually take off your hat if you're indoors... Hey Sherlock!!!"

"She didn't want to take it off, John," Sherlock interrupted John and looked straight at El-Melloi II. "And she's not the client - the real client didn't come to visit us in person. Am I right?"

Gray did not sit down, but glanced at El-Melloi II, then took a half step back and stood diagonally behind the seat.

"That's because the Lord has more important things to do." El-Melloi II tacitly agreed with Sherlock's speculation, and then corrected a little on an unrelated issue, "It's not that my student didn't want to take off the hood, but I ordered her to wear it. Gray's face is exactly the same as the person who killed my teacher in the past."

——Even so, El-Melloi II no longer cared about the events of the Fourth Holy Grail War long before he came to Chaldea; but this did not prevent him and Gray from continuing their agreement regarding the hood, and during the hundreds of years of drifting, Gray rarely took off her hood.

After all, there were too many people with the same face in Chaldea, and Grey didn't want more people to notice the similarity between her and King Arthur, so she kept wearing her hood all the time and never took it off. Looking back now, it was Grey's own wish not to take it off that played a more important role.

"Lord?"

John became alerted by the title and silently shifted his gaze to Sherlock.

The title of Lord can include almost all British upper-class men, including Mycroft Holmes, who is almost equivalent to the British Empire - but John's conjecture was quickly rejected by Sherlock.

"Every time you see him, he comes here in person." Sherlock lit a cigarette and bit it. "Besides, when he said Lord, he didn't mean this."

Yes, the word "Lord" in the magician's mouth is closer to the meaning of a medieval lord.

Sherlock looked at the two clients with great interest——

The material of their clothes seemed to indicate that they were from an upper-class noble family, but their movements did not seem like those of a family that had received a formal aristocratic education. Instead, they looked like residents between the East District and the South District. Judging from the state of the hooded girl, they should be in a hurry to complete the commission, but the adult male sitting on the chair was obviously not in a hurry to explain the content of the commission. Instead, he calmly took out a cigar and lit it.

"...I think, perhaps a more understandable title for that person's status would be - Her Highness."

Now that the world has been destroyed, Lansermero is the only magician who has learned directly from the Magic King Solomon.

El-Melloi II looked at the smoke from his burning cigar and took a deep breath. "At the Lord's request, I will decide the content of the commission I will hand over to you based on the amount of information you, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, can obtain from us during this period of time."

—Leah Holmes.

Prior to this, the Moriarty family had only had information about the Holmes family - the only family related to them was the two brothers in the Holmes family. So the "Miss Holmes" who suddenly came to visit as a consultant today undoubtedly attracted the attention of everyone in the mansion.

Although this pseudonym attracted everyone's attention, it also allowed Lancermello to enter the Moriarty's mansion smoothly.

Under the guidance of the butler, Lansemero came to the reception room and met William James Moriarty, a personal consultant, mathematics professor and criminal consultant.

When the blond, red-eyed criminal consultant heard the name "Leah Holmes" for the first time, he confirmed that it was undoubtedly a pseudonym, but he did not choose to point this out at the beginning, but chose to directly use the title "Ms. Holmes".

"Ms. Holmes, what problem do you want to consult me ​​about?" William looked at Lansemero with a smile. "Louis is going to prepare tea and snacks and will be back soon."

Clairvoyance is an abominable existence that forces detectives to reveal the truth. If Clairvoyance did not exist, Holmes might be analyzing where the other members of the Moriarty family are hiding at this moment with great interest. However, before entering the mansion, the scene in Clairvoyance already includes the situation of all the actions of the Moriarty family.

Ignoring Holmes who was in a state of depression, Lansemero began to present her consulting commission to William.

"Would you like to hear a story from me? Because the events involved in my consultation happened so long ago, I can only tell you a story."

The story of Lancermelo is both long and short - after all, it is not a story told to the students who are temporarily in charge, and there is no need to tell it in as much detail as in the past.

But the story told by Lansemelo was known to all Chaldea, or rather the members of the monarchy, as a true event in the history of the Clock Tower.

In Lansemello's words, this history was simplified into such a story - in the past there was a great noble family with many lesser noble families dependent on them. Then one day, one of the lesser noble families killed most of the members of the great noble family and replaced them with their own family members.

It was not until many years later that the only person who still remembered the past, a man from a noble family, appeared in front of the group again.

"...This story ends here." Lansemero tilted his head and looked at William with a smile, "Can you guess what I want to consult you about, Mr. Moriarty?"

"You didn't even mention that the only person who survived was suppressed by them..." Holmes laughed in Lansemero's mind, "Although I know that Barsemero can't suppress you at all, but after being sealed, you can't be considered alive as a person - you didn't even mention this aspect."

"…After all, stories are just stories and cannot represent reality." Lansemello answered Holmes' question and supplemented the part that he had not finished before, "but stories can at least symbolize part of reality."

"...It seems that what Miss Holmes wants is not ordinary consultation." William laughed, "The service you need is the crime consultation of the Lord Criminal James Moriarty, right?"

"That's right, but the content of this consultation has nothing to do with this story." Lansemero nodded and spread out the newspapers he had collected on the table. "My consultation is about the Jack the Ripper case - I wonder if you are willing to take it over?"

Clairvoyance can see a lot of things - the gang that caused the Jack the Ripper case in this world was not Lancermello's target, but the Holy Grail that caused the anomaly has only summoned one Servant to appear in the world so far, and Clairvoyance has never found the figure of a Servant... This means that the guy who appeared here is likely to be Jack, a Berserker-level person.

The gang that committed the crime will be solved by the Lord of Crime, but solving them does not mean that the case of Jack the Ripper can be concluded at this special point - because another Jack has been awakened by blood and madness.

According to the intelligence gathered by Clairvoyance, the dead near Whitechapel lost their hearts without anyone noticing shortly after being found.

"Whether you are willing to take over Jack the Ripper's case or not, the purpose of my visit has been achieved." Lansemero stood up and left the reception room. He stopped at the door and turned back to William and nodded slightly. "As for why I hope you can take over Jack the Ripper's case - I hope you can understand what happened to those corpses."

"Also, let me add some conditions to the original story - the time span from the beginning to the end of this story actually lasted nearly six hundred years."