Chapter 355

Several years passed after the gas explosion. The three Moriarty brothers grew up to be excellent adults. Although they almost never participated in any activities of the London social season, since Albert joined the army, the Moriarty family, which had disappeared for quite a while, became active again in the conversations of the aristocrats.

"...It's a pity that Count Moriarty has once again rejected the proposal to hold a tea party."

"Yeah, I thought I would have the chance this year."

"However, Count Moriarty's refusal is reasonable. After all, as a lieutenant colonel in the army, he does not have as much free time as we do."

AD1874 · End of the social season · London, England

"Very good, this social event was handled perfectly." Kirshtalia hung her hat on the hat rack and turned to look at the two people sitting by the window. "Lord and Mary went to the tea party with the ladies today, right? Did you two find anything new there?"

"Nothing useful has been discovered." Olga Marie spoke first, summarizing today's situation. "The Lord's intelligence sources are basically provided by Split Thinking. Most of the information we can get during the social season is useless. We might as well look forward to what you can gain in the House of Lords."

"Well, in this regard..." Kirshtalia touched his chin and put forward his point of view to the two people, "I think we need to find Professor William first to confirm some vague speculations. In fact, the recent movements of the House of Lords are a bit abnormal - I think something big will happen in the next two or three years, but there has been no such type of motion in the House of Lords..."

"Although it may not be appropriate to ask this question...but based on the records we have collected from other worlds and the records of our own world - what do you think is missing from the current Britain?"

"But, if it is that organization... wouldn't it be too early now?" Olga Marie raised an objection, "Even if the time of Jack the Ripper's crime was moved forward by eleven years - if this organization was established during this period, the time error would be far more than thirty years!!!"

"But I think it's not impossible." Lansemello nodded to Kirshtalia and gently raised his hand to signal Olgamari to calm down. "After all, the world itself is very tolerant of certain 'errors' - just like the only unexplainable 'anomaly' we know of."

"In our world, the Greater Holy Grail of Fuyuki was contaminated by 'All the Evil in this World' during the Third Holy Grail War, which laid the foundation for the Fuyuki Fire during the Fourth Holy Grail War." Lansemello spread his hands to the two of them and looked out the window. "But, you should remember that Maris asked me to investigate the situation of the Greater Holy Grail, right?"

"Yes, I remember that the Lord commissioned Mr. Hatteres, the former dean of the Modern Magic Department 'Noligi', to conduct an investigation, and received a report on the investigation results on the Magic Eye Train." Olgamari nodded nervously, "The memory of that Magic Eye Train is not a pleasant one for me..."

"I know." Kirshtalia glanced at Olgamari, "But, since Chaldea exists..."

"That means the Greater Holy Grail during the Fifth Holy Grail War was not contaminated - Achiman himself is a good proof of this." Lansemello pointed out, "That's what I'm saying - even if the cause is unknown and the development deviates greatly from the normal track, as long as certain conditions are met, these strange errors will be allowed to exist in history."

"Because the scale of the world is not as precise as that of humans, a thirty-year error is acceptable."

"However, let's check with William first."

After getting in touch with the control room and waiting for William to enter the control room, Lansemello, as a representative, asked William a question directly:

"Does your story have anything to do with MI6?"

"...Indeed, it should be about time." William smiled and looked at the three of them, "You guys reacted pretty quickly--"

"Ah, indeed. Combining Kirsh's speculation with the gossip I heard at the tea party, I can probably guess it." Lansemello spread his arms to William. "Your brother serves in the army, and nobles generally do not go to the front line in person. They just serve as mascots. But what I heard at the tea party was that he used work reasons to prevaricate those ladies and refused to hold a tea party."

"What is he busy with? Even if it's an excuse, you wouldn't use such an excuse that can be easily seen through, right? So - he must really be busy with something, and it's an open job."

"And Kirsh, who entered the House of Lords through his peerage, confirmed through his observations that something big was going to happen next - but it was not made public because he had not seen a bill of this level."

"Due to the nature of MI6's work, I don't think its establishment would be very high-profile." Kirshtalia summarized the current situation with a smile, "So I think there is a chance that you have a relationship with MI6. Now it seems that sometimes I should trust my intuition."

"By the way, I heard that the Lord hasn't received any news from the other side of split thinking for a long time. What's going on?" William asked Lansemello.

"Because you went to school." Lansemello answered William calmly, "In fact, I left Rockwell Earldom the year after the fire. You were delayed in entering school because of the fire, so you needed a tutor. After all, these public schools were established for the children of the nobility."

"Oh? I thought the old me would at least try to get into public school..." William raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"That's not necessary - because until this year, your previous experiences were not part of the things that needed to be 'recorded'." Lansermello crossed his arms and looked at William's projection. "Yes, until this year, when you went to Durham University to teach as a professor of mathematics."

"Huh? Aren't you paying attention to what's going on between Fred, Moran and us?" William touched his chin and asked Lansemelo.

"It's not necessary," Lansemello replied, "because our record completion revolves around your Noble Phantasms and origins, and the unrelated details are ignored - after all, they will always appear as a member of Moriarty's team."

"Okay." William sighed helplessly and looked at Lansermero with a smile, "Then can I assume that - that 'you' has arrived in Durham in advance to wait for 'me' to arrive?"

"Yes." Lansemello nodded and added to the others, "I just don't know whether I plan to change to a third fake identity or use one of the two identities to go to Durham - after all, the one who is traveling with me is Moriarty. No matter which fake identity I use, it will definitely not be recognized by ordinary people."

AD1874 · Late summer · County Durham, England

"This is really a great place." The silver-haired old gentleman stepped off the train gracefully, raised his hand to press the brim of his hat, and then began to look around. "I originally thought that apart from the Lake District in Scotland, there would be no place in this country more suitable for goblins to live in—"

"Shut up, Moriarty." Lanser-Mello said as he sank into the depths of his consciousness.

"Okay, okay." Moriarty sighed helplessly while walking on the street in his real appearance. "Come to think of it, I sneaked into the school as a teacher this time, so why didn't you agree with my plan to sneak into the public school and the university they attended before?"

"Because public school teachers don't have spare time, and university teachers' schedules don't match students' except for the courses." Lansemello answered Moriarty, "Only now, when we are both university professors, can our schedules overlap to the greatest extent."

"So, how do your eyes feel?" Moriarty asked Lansemello.

"Not bad, it seems there aren't many liars here." Lancer Melo paused and asked Moriarty, "I remember you bought a house near the school..."

"Yes, I avoided their residences and chose a house that fits the status of a new noble." Moriarty sneered and walked towards the residence, "But I didn't hire a servant--"

"I know. I'll clean it up with magic." Lansemello took over the arrangement and reminded Moriarty, "Come to think of it, it seems that there is a gaze that has been fixed on "us" - have you found anything?"

"Well, I found it." Moriarty sighed with satisfaction, "That sweet look filled with the fire of hatred - it's really a good seedling, very suitable for killing others... But, what a pity, it seems that all the consultants in this area have been booked by the three of them, and it's not the turn of the poor old man to appear."

"You'd better keep quiet." Lansermello sighed, "But that's not what I'm talking about - besides that woman, there are other people watching "us". "

"It's normal, after all, Durham is just a small place." Moriarty explained to Lansemero, "There are few people, so the speed of receiving news from the outside world is slow, but the speed of local news is the fastest - I'm afraid it's because the university professor from outside the area, plus his status as a noble, attracted their attention."

"It's not impossible to explain it this way, but it's still a little strange..." Lansemello pondered, "It would be great if we could find someone to find out what's going on, and at the same time, we can confirm the whereabouts of William here - let's put down our luggage first, and then we'll go to the university to check the situation. It's not wise to contact the villagers rashly."

"We two don't have the same affinity as Fujimaru. If we directly join the conversation between the locals, it will probably only arouse their vigilance."

"I agree with you." Moriarty walked forward with his cane, "Then go to school when you get home, and then come back to clean up."

"Haha, keep going, Mr. "Astronomy Professor" of the future."