Chapter 363

AD1877: After the negotiation with McCoffe, Moriarty Court

"Then, all that's left is the finishing touches."

"Fred, go to the morgue and find a replacement body for her."

"I see."

"Erin, you are dead from this moment on. From now on, you must fully play your role as a member of our organization."

"yes."

"You need a new name. For the first name, we will use James, the name of the three of us brothers, and for the last name, ..."

"A new life, a new companion, a bond, a destiny 'BOND'..." Irene Adler decisively discarded her long, smooth golden hair and announced to everyone present, "Irene Adler no longer exists... My name is Bond 'BOND', James Bond."

Some time after Irene joined the Moriarty House as James Bond, Lansemello, who was cleaning the first floor, heard a sudden loud shout from the servants' quarters on the third floor.

"She's a woman, right? Why did she enter our dressing room!!!"

"I thought those two would be compatible." Lansermelo put away his tools and used a magic to slow down the loss of vitality on the flowers that Fred had cut from the greenhouse. "After all, he is a former prostitute and a man who likes to flirt with women everywhere... No, I should say, why did Moran have such an outrageous reaction?"

"Want to go upstairs?" Moriarty asked her.

"The cleaning work on the first floor is done, let's go over there and take a look." Lansemello breathed out and ran briskly towards the locker room upstairs.

When Lancermero arrived at the scene, Moran, who had already suffered a triple attack from Bond, Louis, and William James Moriarty, was still resisting.

"Doesn't teacher Sherlock have a separate dressing room?!"

"But my position here in the Moriarty household is a maid." Lansemero stepped forward and cruelly stabbed Colonel Moran, "My gender here is not male, but Mr. Bond is undoubtedly an excellent man, right? Is there any problem with him using the same dressing room as you? Or should I also change my identity to 'Sherlock' and use the same dressing room as you?"

"Gu!" Moran made a strange and sad sound.

But after receiving many objections, Moran quickly turned to Fred for help, only to see Fred shaking hands with Bond and welcoming him to join the scene.

"Well, now that we have finished looking around the mansion, please gather in the living room." William James Moriarty cleared his throat and smiled at the almost naked Moran, "Moran, please put on your clothes."

"Today I would like to ask everyone to complete a task together, so I have gathered you all here." William James Moriarty stood in the living room and announced the subsequent arrangements to everyone, and then sat down on the sofa.

"'Together'? Bond too!?!" Moran, who had not yet recovered from the locker room incident, asked resistingly.

"Of course, you are a senior, you have to help him well. Didn't Brother Albert also ask you to take good care of Bond?" William James Moriarty asked Moran with a smile, while putting a small white envelope on the coffee table, "I have already written the content of this work in it--"

"I acted with them under the identity of 'Sherlock'?" Lansemero, who was standing closest to the door, asked William James Moriarty.

"Oh, I forgot to say that." William James Moriarty blinked slowly and answered Lansemero's question, "I hope the teacher can stay at home... help me deal with this client... I need to take a short rest... Please... especially Moran... don't go out in that outfit... wear... formal clothes."

William James Moriarty fell asleep on the sofa in full view of everyone.

"Brother! Don't sleep here...you'll catch a cold!"

"Will, do you want to take a nap?" Bond, who had just joined the organization, asked the people around him.

"It's like the side effects of overusing your brain." Moran finally spoke properly to explain to Bond, "William, who has become like this, won't wake up no matter how hard you try. But... he will feel it. I suggest you don't poke William in the face - when he wakes up, he will remember everything."

"Well, let me take a look at this mission."

"Everyone has left." Moriarty, who was in deep consciousness, asked Lansemello, "What do you think about the client this time?"

"Have you read the newspapers these days?" Lansemello asked Moriarty, and walked back to the living room from the entrance and began to tidy up some corners in the living room.

"...Jack the Ripper." Moriarty replied to Lansermello in a deep voice.

"Because it was commissioned by that old man, I can't use the identity of "Sherlock." Lansemero snapped his fingers and used magic to replace his work, and sat down on the single sofa that belonged to Moran before. "Now only William here knows my abnormality - even Louis and Albert were kept secret by him, so there is no need for me to actively show my abnormality in front of others."

"Because, whether it's "Vivian" or the so-called "real face" - it's exactly the same as the face of "Vivian" that appeared in the poor school eleven years ago."

"There is no human being who does not grow or age."

At this moment the doorbell to Moriarty's house rang.

"It seems that the old man has arrived." Lancer Melo pulled his white gloves, stood up and walked towards the door, "Well, let's see how the story of Whitechapel, which has no special points, develops from the perspective of William, the Lord of Crime."

“…Oh my.”

When a certain old man with gray hair was about to push the door open and walk in, Lansemero opened the door of the mansion on time and looked up at the old man standing outside.

"William asked me to stay here and wait for you, Mr. Jack Renfield."

"Wow! Stinky old man!?! No... Master... Master..." Moran, whose relationship with Bond had become much more harmonious, widened his eyes in surprise when he saw the figure of the old man standing next to the sofa, and greeted him stiffly.

The wooden box that William James Moriarty had arranged for them to fetch from the bank was placed before the old man, while Bond continued to question Moran.

"Master?"

"Jack Renfield was a master of hand-to-hand combat during the first Afghan war, and was revered as 'British Jack'." The person who answered Bond's question was Lancer Mellor standing by the window, "In addition, those enemies who were afraid of him gave him a nickname - 'Jack the Ripper'."

"'Jack the Ripper'..." Bond stroked his chin, "I remember the murderer reported in the newspaper -"

"This old man is the real 'Jack the Ripper,'" Moran said.

"Really?" Bond was more obviously confused by Moran's statement.

"To put it simply, it's like 'James Moriarty' was originally a living human being, but after people forgot his existence, someone created a villain with the same name, and unexpectedly became extremely famous -" Lansermero spread his hands and looked at Bond, "Then people's impression of the name 'James Moriarty' will change from a real human being to a fictional character in a certain work."

"I can't tell whether it's true or not, I can only tell the order - that is, the origin and the derivative... Forget it, if I continue, I'm afraid only William can understand me." Lansemero rested his chin on his hand and turned the topic back to "Jack the Ripper". "Even if this old man is the original "Jack the Ripper", that happened during the first Afghan War."

"Thirty-five years have passed since then, and the aristocrats who roam the social scene nowadays are at least a different group of people than they were back then. Now no one remembers that this old man was called 'Jack the Ripper'. The perpetrator sent a letter to the newspaper using the name 'Jack the Ripper' to provoke..."

"People all over London naturally associate this title with a murderer."

"But I'm afraid even the perpetrators don't know that this old man is the original 'Jack the Ripper'."

"You're still as mean as ever, Sherlock," laughed Jack Renfield.

"You should still call me 'Vivian'." Lansemero snorted coldly, while explaining the situation to everyone on behalf of the sleeping William James Moriarty, "It was not William who called this old man here, but Renfield himself said he wanted to 'deal with' the murderer who used his past nickname, and commissioned William."

"You probably heard what William said to me, right? 'Help me deal with this client.'"

“This is a commissioned, not an unsolicited job.”

"Did the teacher know about this at that time?" Fred asked.

"No, maybe I knew it earlier." Lansemero answered Fred's question with a smile, and retreated to the position behind William James Moriarty. "I will let William explain the following to you."

"By the way, I've been curious about this before." Bond took the opportunity to continue asking, "Why do you call her Teacher 'Vivian'? And what's the matter with you calling her Teacher?"

"After the fire, we were adopted by Lord Rockwell." Louis explained to Bond, "Both Mr. Sherlock and Mr. Rockwell taught us a lot at that time. They also taught Moran and Fred a lot. The teacher at that time was Lord Rockwell's butler, and Mr. Sherlock was the tutor hired by Lord Rockwell for us."

"However, what they learned from us is not normal knowledge." Lansemello looked at Bond and chuckled, and then threw out a piece of news that only William James Moriarty knew to everyone, "The reason I came to William before was actually a lie made up by Irene Adler."