Chapter 358

Two days later, Dudley Bell, the accounting director of the General Affairs Office of Durham University, was found dead in the same place where the dancer fell to her death. At the same time, he used his status as a large landowner to open a hospital to obtain a large amount of addictive drugs, and used these drugs to make students develop bad habits in order to blackmail their parents. The fact that he used these drugs to kill the dancer Frieda was also exposed.

Of course, other scattered evil deeds were also exposed, but that was not what Lancermello paid attention to.

"...After the Durham police were forced to undergo a major personnel change, the first report they received was that foul-smelling rotten meat would float up in the river every night." Lansemero closed the newspaper in his hand and closed his eyes on the sofa. "After a while, I will send a warning letter to the Durham Police Department."

"As for the signature of the warning letter, let's use Tam Lin "Fairy Knight". "

AD1875 · End of the school year · County Durham, England

"I heard that the police received a threatening letter."

"From the content, it sounds like a sequel to the previous rumor about rotten flesh floating on the river late at night."

As the social season draws to a close, not only do professors get more time to rest, but students who are usually exhausted by their professional courses also get some time to chat.

"The police are furious and are determined to catch the lawless gangster."

"…But I still support the Fairy Knight 'Tam Lin'." The blond young man with a green scarf walked with his roommate, listening to the discussion of his classmates and whispering his opinion, "If the police in Durham had not been bribed by Dudley, you, Lucien, would not have been treated like that! And Frieda would not have died."

"? What did the threatening letter say?" Lucien came to his senses and asked his roommate, "Have you found out the content of the letter, Tate?"

"The content of the letter is quite simple and crude..." Tate's expression gradually became subtle, "You should know that the reason for the sudden change in the Durham Police Department is that all the original police officers disappeared? Although they can all be regarded as Dudley's accomplices, everyone felt that the police department could not be shaken at the beginning..."

"Hmm? So what does the letter have to do with the missing policemen?" Lucien blinked in confusion.

"The threatening letter said that if they dared to do anything that violated the goddess of justice, they would be turned into rotten meat and go down to the river to accompany the missing policemen." Tate exaggeratedly opened his arms to Lucien, "and the letter was signed by Tamlin, the Scottish man who was captured by the Fairy Queen and turned into her knight."

"Don't you think that using space to make all the police officers in a police station evaporate, or turning people into rotten meat, is something that only evil goblins would do?"

AD1876 · Christmas Holidays · Southampton Port, England

“…We’ve set sail.”

"Yes, from now on, this is an isolated island."

After the luxury cruise ship left the port, Kirshtalia carried the luggage of the three people and followed Lansemero and Olgamari to the superior guest rooms on the upper deck. They had repeatedly refused the help of the cruise ship waiters and walked through the crowd to reach the family suite they had booked in advance.

Thanks to their diligent business in London over the past few years - those nobles who never looked anyone in the eye would at most make a few complaints when they saw Kirshtalia working as a servant for Lancelmero and Olgamari, and would never dare to scream in surprise like they did when they first saw them a few years ago, or instigate Kirshtalia to kick Lancelmero and Olgamari out.

"You guys sleep in the master bedroom, and I'll go to the second bedroom?" Kirshtalia put down the luggage of the three people and asked Lansemero who was busy turning the suite into a workshop.

"Due to the characteristics of the times, the beds in the superior rooms are all double beds. The difference between the master bedroom and the second bedroom may be that the master bedroom is more spacious." Olgamari, who had already checked the second bedroom, returned to the master bedroom and looked at Lansemello. "It should be fine for one person to sleep in the second bedroom, but two people may find it crowded."

"Tonight's dinner should be at the top floor restaurant as reserved, right?" Lansemero stopped outputting magic power and turned his head to look at Kirshtalia who was bending over to sort the luggage. "The captain's speech will be held in the banquet hall in a while. Do you want to join in the fun? I'm going to go out and confirm the location of Moriarty and Holmes first."

"I'm not interested in tomorrow's ballet." Olgamari shook her head. "Where's Kirsch?"

"Although it's vacation time, I still have to say hello to other nobles when I see them." Kirshtalia stood up and touched his chin. "I may be busy socializing with nobles during the next voyage. Besides that - don't all the first-class rooms have balconies? I plan to spend my time enjoying the scenery."

As the sun sank below the sea, Kirshtalia walked ahead, bringing Lanthemello and Olgamari to the high-end restaurant on the top floor - however, before they found the waiter to confirm the dinner reservation, they heard the ungraceful yelling of a certain nobleman.

"You must be kidding! Do you want me to eat in the cafeteria with the livestock?"

"Ahem, Count Enders." Kirshtalia cleared his throat expressionlessly, took a few steps forward, and stared at Count Enders with a distorted expression. "Even if you are offended by these disgusting lower-class people, you shouldn't lose your temper when there are nobles of the same class present, right?"

"Wodem..." Count Enders turned his head to look at Kirshtalia. The expression on his face calmed down a little, but soon became more distorted. "You are just an orphan of a lower class who was lucky enough to inherit the earl's legacy and status. What qualifications do you have to say that to me? My history is longer than yours--"

"Count Enders, I remember that you are also a poor boy who was lucky enough to inherit the wealth and status of the previous earl." Lansemero stepped forward with a folding fan in his hand and blocked Kirshtalia behind him. "In terms of family history, Animusfia is older than Enders, the one you inherited."

"You are just an orphan adopted by a kind-hearted nobleman, and you have the guts to challenge me here?" Count Enders glared at Lansemero.

"It is precisely because I do not have noble blood that I can challenge you directly without worrying about my face. After all, Kirsch still has to work in the House of Lords, and Olga also has to be active in the social circle of noble ladies. As an adopted sister, I am the only one who has the qualifications to speak up." Lansemello stretched out his hands to Count Enders. "The history of Animusphia is almost the same as that of our country. How dare an upstart with a history of only two hundred years dare to bark like a mad dog in front of us?"

Since the fake identities used in London were directly designed based on the original identities, their families were of course also shaped into families with a long history based on the history of Animusphia itself - of course, a little hint of magic was used to make the British nobles automatically recognize Animusphia as a family with the same length of history as Britain itself.

The history of the real Animusphia is much longer than a thousand years. The tenth century is just the accumulation of the Wodem family, and the two hundred years is the history of the Tosaka family in Japan, which is a real upstart in the magic world. The Velvet family, which has also existed for two hundred years, was not established until Weber entered the Clock Tower to study because of the abandonment of the first two generations of magicians.

Lansemello led Kirshtalia and Olgamari past Count Enders and, led by the trembling waiter, to the table they had reserved in advance - Kirshtalia calmly took out a few shillings from his pocket and stuffed them into the waiter who took them to the seat as a consolation fee for witnessing the nobles quarreling.

When the waiter brought dinner to the table in front of the three people, the three people who had been focusing on the door noticed a new situation - after a little girl accidentally knocked the ice cream onto Count Enders' formal suit, the living William James Moriarty appeared with a white handkerchief.

After dinner, under Sherlock's almost constant urging on the communicator, Lansemello and Olgamari left Kirshtalia, who was responsible for socializing with the big shots, and began to look for the Sherlock Holmes of this era. They finally found William and Sherlock who were at loggerheads in front of a spiral staircase.

"Although your theoretical reasoning is a bit far-fetched, you are very observant." William sighed helplessly, "...I am indeed a mathematics professor at the university. However, I prefer the Fibonacci sequence to the golden ratio."

"You guys go directly to the deck." Sherlock's voice came through Lansemello and Olga Marie's earphones, "After the conversation with William here ended, I was dragged to the deck by those ladies - you guys go to the deck, those ladies will definitely drag me to guess your occupations."

"No hurry, let's wait until we finish watching your confrontation." Lansemello smiled, and stopped with Olgamari in the distance, using magic to enhance their senses to pay attention to the conversation between William and Sherlock in front of the stairs.

"Then let me try to imitate you." William put his index finger on his chin and looked at Sherlock, "Let me see..."

"You seem to be able to play the violin."

"But you are not a performer."

"You are also good at physical skills such as fighting."

"…Excuse me."

"Plus, you're also interested in chemical experiments... You might be addicted to drugs."

"And you are obviously from Oxford and Cambridge, but you deliberately speak in a working-class accent, a 'London accent'. This must be because you are proud of your family background, especially your mother's..." William slowly straightened up and stared at Sherlock with his red eyes, "Isn't that right?"

"..." Sherlock's expression also became serious, "How did you know?"

"Isn't that a fairly obvious fact?" William replied.