Chapter 351

“…We have no objection to this.”

After Fujimaru Ritsuka finished his report, the members who participated in the meeting gave their own answers.

"Well, let me talk about Mr. William and Mr. Sherlock's special requirements for this mission." Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked and calmly turned to the next page of the PPT. "First, the team members are named. The leader is Senior Kirshtalia, Director Olgamari and Deputy Director Lansemello, and the servants are Holmes, Moriarty and Molly."

"Then the world line coordinates are used. The coordinates of the world of the Whitechapel anomaly are used, but the time axis coordinates need to be adjusted from 1877, when the Whitechapel anomaly is located, to 1866."

"Come to think of it, is it possible that the Jack the Ripper case in this world happened so much earlier than in most other worlds?" someone questioned.

"I originally thought that the time difference was not important, so I only attached the newspaper I bought at the special point as an attachment to the report..." Lansemello spread his hands and sighed helplessly, "It seems that no one has carefully read the contents of the attachment - then, William specifically mentioned the time coordinates and designated the team members... They should also have a complete plan, right?"

"Yes." Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded, "But neither Mr. William nor Mr. Sherlock intends to announce the complete plan in advance. Considering the characteristics of the Moriarty plan, I think the main mission this time should be to observe and record events related to the plan. However, Mr. Sherlock said that they will give instructions when necessary. Apart from that, this mission only requires recording."

"...I understand." Lansemello stood up and looked down at Kirshtalia, Olgamari, Professor Leif and Fujimaru Ritsuka. "Let's go now - Floros, go adjust the parameters of Sheba and Chaldeas; Kirsh, go to the infirmary for another test; Olga, go to 221B to find someone... Fujimaru, follow me to the laboratory."

"Meet in the control room in one hour."

"Ah, wait a moment." Fujimaru Ritsuka stopped everyone who was about to leave the conference room, smiled and blinked, "Because this journey is about to reach the end, I have given everyone an extra questionnaire at the end - just submit it before the end of the mission in the last world. Because it concerns the future of each of us, I hope everyone will treat this questionnaire carefully."

"See you in an hour then!"

The transparent elevator car continued to move downwards, bringing Fujimaru Ritsuka and Lancermello to the laboratory where they had previously simulated and rebuilt the world with Kirshtalia - a small blue planet was slowly rotating in the center of the laboratory.

"How much time has passed?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked Lancermello.

"I don't know." Lansemero looked at the blue planet. "But, if it has turned blue... at least 800 million years should have passed. However, because there is no "sky curtain", the concentration of the mysterious on this planet has decreased significantly."

"Come to think of it, why didn't this planet model explode like the previous ones?" Fujimaru Ritsuka walked closer to the blue planet and turned his head to ask Lancermello.

"Although it was said before that as long as Alaya and Gaia exist, this world can exist stably, but now it seems that this is not the case." Lansermello sighed and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, "Come to think of it, now that you have become Alaya, you naturally know what the 'Heart of Paradise' that those underground gods are talking about is, right?"

"I also understand why our Chaldeas cannot copy the soul of the planet." Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded and turned his gaze back to the blue planet, "Because the real 'Soul of the Planet' has died long ago, right? Therefore, no new life can be born in the inner sea of ​​the planet, and humans on the surface can continue to develop because human development itself is to crack and dismember the mystery..."

"The so-called 'Paradise Furnace' is a substitute for the 'Star Soul.'" Lansemero scratched his hair. "Although it is the genealogy of the Paradise Fairies, my true predecessor should be the 'Star Soul' - our 'Star Soul' should have died around the year 1 AD. Because of this, there is actually no Gaia 'Planet Consciousness' in our world."

"That is to say... the dead 'Star Soul' might appear on this planet!?!" Fujimaru Ritsuka widened her eyes in surprise.

"I think you have become Alaya, so you should be able to drag her into the Throne of Heroes." Lancer Mello crossed his arms, "I hope to complete this task while we record William and his experiences - the subsequent reconstruction requires the original "Star Soul" as an anchor. Strictly speaking, even if I have become Gaia, because of the initial function settings - that is, the problem of the previous generation and the next generation, my function can only cover the Earth after the first year of the Common Era. The time before that must be taken over by the previous generation."

"I understand." Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded seriously to Lancer Mello, "I will bring her into the Throne of Heroes."

"Then I can take them to London without any worries." Lansermello smiled and walked out of the laboratory. "However, I have to remind you of one thing - after the 'Star Soul' leaves the planet, this model will lose balance and explode, so remember to take precautions before coming here."

"The soul particle transfer has entered the final stage."

"Coordinates: AD1866.XX.XX Crime Lord World Genealogy, England, London"

"Laplace's transmission support has been established."

"Addition of factor positions for unique points has been ensured."

"Anti-call system has been set up."

"Please make the final adjustments, Master."

"Counter-summoning system, activated."

"Begin the soul particle conversion."

"The distance to the start of the soul transfer is 3, 2, 1."

"All work is completed."

William, who had already arrived at the control room, instructed the three people who arrived in London to stuff a letter into the corner of the wall of a poor school after the soul transfer was completed.

"Since you've been a counselor since you were a kid, I think you'll understand what I mean when you read this letter." William said with a smile, "After all, giving away your knowledge in exchange for rewards is a more legal method than stealing or robbing."

"Although I had a hunch, you're not from a noble family." Lansermello, whose hair had turned silver because of his synchronization with Moriarty, hid the letter in the empty wall brick that William had designated for them, and turned to walk towards another neighborhood. "1866, East End of London, Poor School... Is this the beginning of the Main Story of your world?"

"No, strictly speaking, it should be when Sherlock and I were 24 years old." William touched his chin and answered Lansermero, "Everything before that is considered a prelude or background story. In short, in order to complete our records, I arranged for you to start observing from 1866."

"Come back to this empty brick tomorrow, and you will see me at this stage, and my brother Louis. Ah, but you'd better relax a little, because Louis may cooperate with my request to threaten you. If you subconsciously retaliate, things will become more troublesome."

"Then I'll come alone tomorrow." Lansemero sighed helplessly, pulling up the hood of his coat to hide his features. "Neither of them is suitable to appear in a place like this - even Holmes and Molly are the same. So, can you really solve our housing problem at this time?"

"A simple place to stay is no problem." William smiled and added to Lansemello, "However, a more advanced base may require your own efforts - I think Mr. Consulting Detective and the two criminal consultants are not people who can do nothing, right?"

"You should be thankful that British society is still on the rise during this period." Holmes, who had been communicating remotely, borrowed Kirshtalia's voice to join the conversation. "It's not difficult to blend into the upper class, but it's not easy either - after all, the era of industrial prosperity always gives birth to many 'new aristocrats'."

"And in the eyes of the old nobility, whatever the 'new nobility' does is reasonable." William chuckled and continued Holmes' words, "Okay, I have helped you solve the most important housing problem. The next record-keeping work will be done by you - there should be no problem sleeping outdoors on the first night, right?"

"No, this is better than sleeping outdoors for the next ten years." Olgamari also joined the conversation. "Kirshtalia and I went to collect some information, and through this information we learned one thing - Albert James Moriarty, as the eldest son of Count Moriarty, often comes here for charity activities, but he didn't come a week ago because of a cold."

"At the same time..." Kirshtalia took back her voice from Holmes, "At the dance these few days, a duchess who is keen on charity encouraged other nobles to adopt orphans. At her request, the current Count Moriarty agreed to adopt orphans for the sake of face."

"Then, the origin seems to have become clear." Lansemello gathered with Kirshtalia and Olgamari in an unnoticed corner to sort out the current intelligence. "Count Moriarty agreed to adopt orphans, so he entrusted the selection of orphans to his eldest son Albert who often came to the poor school--"

"Is this why you entered the Moriarty household? I guess that was at least part of the reason - after all, your Noble Phantasm mentioned that Albert was your accomplice, right?"

"You will know when you read on." William smiled calmly and called out to Lansermero in a tone very similar to that of Marines Billy. "Isn't your duty in this world to bear witness and record - Lord? Although detectives have always been a necessary part of my plan, it is not okay to see the ending before the story begins."

"Of course I know." Lansemero stopped and answered William, "After all, the most important thing in completing records is the 'process' - not the 'result'."