Chapter 372

"I never thought that there would be a day when I would be able to parade around with the last name 'Voyd'."

"Indeed, from this perspective, would the surname 'Gat' that we used in Britain be more suitable than our original surname?"

"But I must refuse the name 'Gat'."

"I agree with that, Lord."

One day at the dinner table, during the casual chat time connected to the control room communication, the three of them talked about the background of this fake identity.

"So, can you guys reveal the fake identity information that was only given to Dr. Roman?" William stood next to the director's seat, testing the three with a smile, "I remember that the two surnames 'Gat' and 'Void' correspond to the two members of the original A group in the Chaldea database - Beryl Gat and Debbie Zem Void, right?"

"Could you please not say the full name 'Beryl Gath', Professor William?" Kirshtalia sighed helplessly, looking at the translucent projection standing beside the table, "Although it has been a long time, and everyone in 'Chaldea' here has not witnessed such a scene with their own eyes - but this guy is the only one who still makes me feel disgusted until now."

"Belir's soul is indeed rotten and smelly, but I remember that his last name did not come from his human father, but from his witch mother." Lansermero, who was dressed in black, put down the cutlery in his hand. "I mentioned this last name 'Gat' just to try to use the witch's name on British land."

"However, if you don't agree...then how about the first magician 'Yumina'?"

"There must be a direct descendant of the First Magician 'Yumina'." Olgamari quickly reviewed the information she had as the director of Chaldea. "Although she is also a descendant of a human, she is indeed a witch - and possesses the power of the First Magic belonging to Yumina's lineage."

"My opinion is that it's best not to provoke the other party casually - even if we are the only one left in our world, 'Chaldea', we should not do so."

"But you've all been very comfortable with using the last name 'Void' in America." Lanser-Mero chuckled as he looked at the two men in front of him. "In terms of actual danger, Daybit, who was driven out of the legacy 'Brisisan' that deals with alien creatures deep in the universe 'Star Sea', is the real troublemaker."

"Well, apart from the last name, what kind of fake identity did you create to match the United States at this time?" William cleared his throat and brought the focus of the three people's discussion back to the background of the fake identity. "Also, what kind of arrangements did you make to find me and Sherlock?"

"The reason I agree is simply that Debbie wouldn't care about this kind of thing - even if he could hear people talking about him across the world, he wouldn't care." Kirshtalia stood up to clear the dishes, "After all, his day is only five minutes. In addition, he is indeed an American - these two points are enough for me to agree."

"Indeed, and if you disagree..." Olgamari smiled guiltily, "I always feel that Lord will have many alternative surnames to use - so it's better to leave it this way. As for the background setting of this fake identity... the American Civil War ended in 1865 - the war will cause a lot of casualties, and twelve years is not enough time for everyone to forget the war."

"Those who witnessed the war are still alive on the soil of this country."

"I don't think I need to tell you more, right?" Lansemero smiled at William and handed the task of solving the mystery to the crime consultant who was once responsible for asking questions to the detective. "You can reason on your own. Although this is a base and is basically not used to receive guests...but I prepared the interior decoration based on the background of the fake identity, you know?"

"Ah, I heard that Director Marisbury had Dr. Roman seal the data into the top secret category after reading it in order to prevent your fake identity background from reaching him." William touched his chin to confirm with Lansemello, "Is it okay for me to solve the puzzle directly in the control room?"

"He has to face reality." Lansermello stood up and connected the communication line to the communicator he carried with him, and walked out of the restaurant. "Also, although our base is in New York, the scope of our activities and intelligence is more than that - I have already determined your location."

"Of course, I inferred this from Sherlock's whereabouts. After all, he seemed to have a lot of work to do, but every time he finished work, he would rush somewhere immediately..."

"I think the confidentiality of the U.S. intelligence system is not very good." William commented sarcastically.

"No, this has nothing to do with the confidentiality of their intelligence, right?" Lanser-Mero stopped and looked up the stairs. "After all, I don't know your specific locations like we did in the UK. I used clairvoyance. Kirsh and Olga were young people of the right age to go out and scouted everywhere. I was only responsible for telling them what I saw. They were the ones who found the actual locations."

"But, William." Lansermero tilted his head and looked at the communication projection standing beside him. "After my sorting, I found that the time error seems to be related only to you - it has nothing to do with different countries or different continents. Because after you came to the United States, the establishment time of a certain American agency was also advanced, just like MI6."

"You and Sherlock proposed to add this record mission. Are you preparing for the commissioned mission in the scientific world in the future?"

"I've read the record report of your first mission. The anomaly Sherlock and I are at is the second one, right?" William smiled and watched Lansemello walk into the study upstairs. "The record mentioned that the origin of the scientific world established the existence of a certain evil organization like a crow."

"But, according to the contents of your written report, we can know that many undercovers have been planted in this organization in various countries around the world." William stroked his chin and watched Lansermero pull out a book from the bookshelf. "There are Japanese public security officers planted in Japan, where the Main Story stage is located, as well as MI6 from the UK, and the FBI and CIA from the United States..."

"And you showed the power to rewrite the origin of the planet in the world of Saint Seiya. Although you should ask Ritsuka for help when it comes to humans, if you could do it then, then there is no doubt that Ritsuka can do it now. So Sherlock and I decided that it was necessary to bring everyone from MI6 into the Throne of Heroes, and it was also necessary to record the origin of MI6 and the American intelligence organization."

"If it's just MI6, then what about John?" Lansermello raised his eyes and looked at the projection standing in front of him, "He's not from MI6, right?"

"But he is Sherlock's unique assistant - that's enough." William chuckled and looked at the heavy book in Lansemero's hand. "Oh, this title... was it obtained from the materials transferred from Chaldea? I remember that it seemed to be the work of Miss Mitchell from the writer Heroic Spirit?"

"Well, then I assume that you have read this book?" Lansemero looked at William with a smile, "You can start your reasoning, William. The time you are lying in a coma in the hospital is quite boring for me - after all, after you have remembered what happened in the singularity through the influence of suggestion magic, there is no need for me to expose myself directly to Sherlock."

"The spread of other people's seats will start with you as the starting point."

"You seem to be enjoying switching between different identities to appear beside me." William shook his head with a wry smile, looking at Lansemello helplessly. "If Sherlock and I hadn't had special identities and the hospital had made special arrangements, would you have planned to sneak into the hospital as a nurse under the identity of 'Vivian'?"

"Because William, who is truly unconscious and has no sense of the outside world, looks very funny." Lansemero answered William's question very sincerely, "If I poke you while you are asleep, you will definitely recognize that it is mine, right? But when you are really unconscious, there will be no such problem."

"You can obviously do this directly with the power given to you by the god of sleep." William sighed helplessly, his eyes fell on the book in Lansemero's hand, "Then I will start to infer the background of this fake identity - Sherlock is in the cafeteria now, and he will return to the control room in about half an hour."

"I'll just solve it before he comes back - after all, you guys have given me enough hints."

"Let's start with the simplest step." William smiled and moved his eyes to the computer screen at the director's seat. "Director Marinesbury refused to know the fake identities you used in the United States because the fake identities you used in London, England - the Count Animusphia family, caused him a great shock."

"So I will tentatively define your identities this time as being in the same category of 'family' - and based on your conversation at the dinner table, it is a confirmed fact that your fake identities are each other's 'family'."

"Then the key lies in this 'family relationship'."

William glanced at the electronic clock that was telling the time, then returned his gaze to the communication screen and continued to explain his reasoning to the entire control room and Lancermero: "Your relationship in the UK is closer to the outside world's impression of you astronomy magicians - Director Marisbury is the teacher's 'father', and you are his students' 'children'."

"As for the part about ethics that shocked him - I heard that Director Olgamari, who was not even ten years old yet, guessed your true identity when you suddenly appeared in Animusphia? However, since you took out this book and specifically mentioned the Civil War, and 'Director Olgamari and Mr. Wodeym are of the right age to be active outside'..."

"I'm afraid that in the background of the fake identity that Director Marisbury avoided, he is still involved in this ethical relationship."

"A wealthy widow whose husband died in the Civil War and inherited a large amount of inheritance - probably from a background of plantations in the South turning to industrial production, otherwise she wouldn't be living in an important city in the North - and two children." William smiled and narrowed his eyes, looking at Lansemello. "Well, am I right?"