Chapter 354

"That is to say, actually from this period on, in the impression of the general public, the image of the second son of the Moriarty family was replaced by Professor William." Fujimaru Ritsuka touched his chin and made a summary, "So, when the gas explosion occurred... the Scottish court, which hastily closed the fire as an accident, would judge the survivors as the eldest son, the second son and an adopted son of the Moriarty family based on the situation they learned from Albert."

"That's it." Olga Marie spread her hands and sighed helplessly, "After all, the Scottish market at this time was, in a sense, synonymous with incompetence."

"Although the technical limitations brought by the times are also a reason, it is indeed the incompetence of the Scottish field." Lansermelo crossed his fingers and looked at the three people in front of him with a smile, "By the way, Kirsh, if we calculate the time, we should be able to catch up with this social season - although we have completed the identity transformation and joined various clubs to obtain intelligence..."

"But to really get in touch with the upper class, in this era, you still have to rely on the social season's balls and tea parties." Kirshtalia nodded, took over Lansemello's arrangement, and asked Fujimaru Ritsuka, "Does Ritsuka want any souvenirs at this time? I can buy them for you when I go out to do business later."

"Since it was Senior Kirschtalia who suggested it..." Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled at Kirschtalia, "You will stay here for more than ten years, right? I want the first edition of Sherlock Holmes's book. Although Mr. Holmes gave me the first edition of "A Study in Scarlet" as a Valentine's Day gift, it is rare to come to this era and know that Mr. Watson of this world can write..."

"Who wouldn't want a complete set of first editions?"

"Oh, what a pity. I wanted to collect the original manuscript." Lansemero looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with a smile, "Yes, it is the 'original manuscript before correction' that Holmes mentioned himself. Although what actually happened is completely different from our world, according to William and Sherlock, it can be confirmed that the Sherlock Holmes series, which appeared as a mystery novel, is exactly the same."

"Then the 'original manuscript before revision' should be the same - Fujimaru, do you want the original manuscript or the first edition?"

"…Can't I just say 'I want them all'?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked Lancer Mello in a wronged tone.

"Lord." Kirshtalia sighed helplessly.

"Well, we will bring you the first edition." Lansemello laughed. "The original manuscript is related to the 'origin' of Sherlock Holmes, so we will definitely find a way to bring it back for the mission. However, I will try my best to take the manuscript from Watson by legal means."

"If all else fails, we can only ask William for help."

"Eh?" Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked and looked at Lansermello in confusion. "Didn't Professor William say that you can handle the next matter on your own? He has already gone back to rest."

"I mean, William as a human in this world." Lanser-Mello glanced at the life-size mirror beside him and answered Fujimaru Ritsuka, "After all, I haven't taken back the 'me' and Moriarty that I separated out by split thinking before. If I guess correctly, there should be a chance for me to join William's team."

"That means direct access to the Moriarty Project."

"Although our mission is to record their lives and record their companions as heroic spirits, when it comes to completing William and Sherlock's spiritual foundations, the most important thing is the origin of Moriarty and Holmes, right?" Lansemello spread his arms to the group, "The 'manuscript' and the 'plan' were on my list of goals from the beginning."

"As expected of the deputy director, his goal is so clear that he almost ignores the difficulty of the operation." Fujimaru Ritsuka complained.

"I'll take this as a compliment." Lansemello turned his attention back to Kirshtalia and Olgamari, and began to plan the next course of action. "Next, let's first let this world recognize our current identity, and then consider the observation and contact between these two parties."

"The events of childhood have come to an end with the gas explosion. The information after that is not important. The next time I start recording will be after William becomes a professor."

AD1867 · Social Season · London, England

A certain revived fallen noble has returned to the social circle of the upper class - a young boy who had been an orphan for some time and was left behind by a distant relative has inherited the family's property and status according to the law of succession to the title; as for the adopted daughter and biological daughter left behind by the original noble, they do not seem to have been driven out by the male owner who suddenly gained power and transformed from a commoner orphan into a noble.

However, most ordinary people can only understand this much - although many nobles are reluctant to admit it, most of the time their brains are not as fast as those of ordinary people.

"...I heard you spread rumors that I was dead?" Marysbury, sitting in the director's seat, asked the three people who had just returned to the base with an unhappy look on his face.

"You've died before, so why are you fussing about it?" Lansermello, who had been socializing all night, retorted in a rather unpleasant tone, "And you remember the 'weird idea' that popped up in little Mary's head - the background we made this time is already quite restrained."

"It would be even worse if we use that version," Kirshtalia said in a subtle tone, "The illegitimate daughter of a distant relative, and an adopted daughter who is suspected to be an illegitimate daughter - if they dare to use this version, I think we won't be able to have a peaceful social season this year."

"Come on, even in this edition, I'm sure that the hot topic of this social season, besides the Moriarty family, is the three of us." Olgamari rolled her eyes without caring about image management. "Come to think of it, it's really possible to find a corresponding law in the inheritance law to reasonably round out Kirsch's identity."

"I asked Vivian to ask William to check it out," Lansermello replied. "Vivian and William have a stable way of contact, and it's very safe, so I didn't pay much attention to the situation there. Anyway, when I release my split thinking, those memories will return to my mind."

"Just kidding. I won't really get angry because of what you said." Marines Billy smiled helplessly and watched the three of them find seats and sit down. "So, what did you find at the dance today?"

"The three brothers of the Moriarti family were fostered by Count Rockwell," Kirshtalia replied. "Teacher, you know that men in ordinary society generally don't tell women what they know, especially women of noble birth. They only surround men or women of higher status than themselves and flatter them."

"But they can be quite talkative sometimes." Lansemello smiled. "For example, in front of someone they think poses no threat to them, they will casually reveal some 'unimportant' news just to show off. It seems Kirsh has gained a lot tonight, so why not let him speak first?"

"Haven't you and Mary discovered anything?" Marinelli asked Lansemello.

"I thought you would understand that 'measuring value is the instinct of the nobility.'" Lansermello sighed and explained to Marinesbury, "These two unmarried women are descendants of a declining noble family, and their distant relatives have inherited their father's wealth and status. Such people are considered worthless to most nobles."

"But this habit also makes most of them short-sighted." Marinesbury chuckled. "Well, it seems that I can't expect any intelligence sources other than Kirsh in this social season. So, Kirsh, what kind of information did you collect at the ball tonight?"

"The only thing that's relevant to our mission is probably the one I mentioned earlier..." Kirshtalia stroked his chin and fell into deep thought, "But there are some other things I'm not sure if they're relevant. In order to help the three Moriarty brothers adapt to their new environment as quickly as possible, Count Rockwell will probably return to London in the middle of the social season this year."

"And in order to train these three children, Earl Rockwell hired tutors for them. However, according to the nobles, the first batch of tutors were shocked by the second son's extensive knowledge and all resigned on their own initiative. But soon another unknown person became Earl Rockwell's tutor, and there has been no news of his resignation so far."

"Well, regarding this..." Lansemello cleared his throat, "You should remember that Moriarty is not here, right?"

"That's Moriarty!?!"

"Strictly speaking, it's Moriarty after she synchronized with me." Lansemello added in a subtle tone, "Although she synchronized with me before at the poor school, she still had a female body. This time, it seems that she synchronized directly with a male body. I don't know what pseudonym they will use to deal with Count Rockwell..."

"After all, I don't have the habit of reporting my action plans to others."

Meanwhile, in the mansion of Count Rockwell, where only the butler and the children who were not yet of social age were left, the silver-haired young man calmly closed the book in his hand.

"I thought you would be late today."

"How could that be? We all keep track of the time." Albert shook his head at the young man.

"Even if we are late, Teacher Sherlock won't be angry, right?" Young William smiled, looking into those blue eyes, as if he could see directly into the depths of the young man's soul.

"Indeed, but as a teacher, it would be a bit strange not to catch students who are late." Sherlock replied to the three people with a smile.

"You're not doing the work of an ordinary teacher." Louis stood beside William and pointed out the fact in a low voice.

"Even if that's the case, do you want to waste your time on those so-called 'serious courses' every day?" Sherlock looked at them and said calmly, "I know what you are learning from Mr. Renfield - do students who learn self-defense and 'killing skills' really need a normal teacher to teach them?"

"Isn't this the 'price' you have to pay for coming to us, Teacher Sherlock?" William said with a smile.