When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 546

Chapter 546: Chapter 426 Unqualified Spy Chapter 546: Chapter 426 Unqualified Spy At two o’clock in the afternoon, a large Gryphon with variegated feathers slowly descended in the backyard of Watson Detective Agency, carrying two adults and a child on its back.

“I really can’t thank you both enough.”

Wiping his sweat, Detective Watson repeatedly expressed his gratitude to Hayna and Sherlock, “Without your help, I fear I would have died last night.

Please, you must stay for a al.”

Hayna touched the head of the Gryphon, Liz, with a hint of pity, “You should also thank Liz…

I had no idea she could actually carry us back.”

Liz had not yet fully transford into white feathers, which ant she was still not an adult.

Even a steam train would take a whole night to cover the journey, yet she carried two adults, a child, and luggage for two, managing to fly all the way back.

“—And thank you too, Miss Liz.”

Watson respectfully bowed to the Gryphon that stood only a head shorter than himself.

Liz shook her head and crowed proudly, making a clear, hawk-like cry.

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She was not able to speak yet, but she understood human speech.

Next to them, little Sherlock crossed his arms and said unexpectedly, “Actually, the weight is not much for her.

Gryphons are ant to carry fully-ard adult males over long distances…

Obviously, Hayna, you don’t weigh much more than armor and weapons combined.

Don’t spoil her too much; you can’t buy a bicycle and then carry it around because you’re reluctant to ride it.”

Liz let out an indignant cry at Sherlock.

It was unintelligible, but it was probably cursing.

Hayna quickly soothed her beloved Gryphon, making comforting but aningless cooing sounds to it.

She really loved her Gryphon.

She had known it for less than half a month and had already spoiled it trendously.

“There’s no need for dinner,” Hayna responded with a smile after calming down Liz, “So fresh at for Liz would be good, and so water too.

We’ll rest here for a bit and then we need to hurry back…

If we’re fast enough, we should be able to make it for New Year’s Eve.”

“Ah, sure, we have that.

Miss Liz, please follow …”

Speaking, Watson led the proud little Gryphon inside the house.

Hayna, anwhile, turned to little Sherlock and asked quietly, “I’m planning to go ho.

What will you do?”

“…What do you an, ‘what will I do’?”

Sherlock countered.

“Didn’t you send a letter ho?”

Hayna glanced at Watson’s departing back and pressed in a lower voice, “You said you weren’t going ho for the holidays this year…”

“Yes, I did.”

“So what now?

Are you going to rush ho?

Or find Aiwass?”

Hayna was sowhat worried.

Being all alone on the bustling Glass Island during New Year’s…

that just sounded too lonely.

Even Hayna, who was not very sociable, felt a chill of loneliness, cold as snow, just at the thought of such a scenario.

“There’s no need,” Sherlock replied indifferently, “New Year’s is just a festival after all.

I can’t be bothered to go out tomorrow… Having finally returned, it’s more comfortable to rest at ho and read so books.”

“By the way, don’t you have a romantic partner?”

Curiously, Hayna asked, “Your good friend Edward Moriarty has already married.

Aiwass might have too… Haven’t you ever been in love all these years?”

She had been curious about this for quite a long ti, but previously her relationship with Sherlock was not so close and she didn’t dare to ask.

Although Sherlock was not the type to beco enraged and violent when embarrassed…

being stared at with the sa regard one gives trash was also an upsetting experience.

Now that they were much more familiar with each other, she finally dared to ask this question at a more appropriate ti.

“No.”

Little Sherlock pulled at his newsboy cap and responded coldly.

“Why?

Have you never had the chance?”

“Because a detective’s greatest enemy is their own emotions.”

Sherlock said calmly, “The things on the Path of Love are too emotional, chaotic, unfathomable, and unreasonable for .

To not affect my judgnt, I shall remain unmarried for life.”

“Is that a vow you’ve made to yourself?”

“You could think of it that way.”

Sherlock sighed and, seeing Hayna’s genuine curiosity, explained a bit more, “The Path of Wisdom is a solitary and selfish path.

“If Dedication is about benefiting others, then Wisdom is about benefiting oneself; if Love is emotional, Wisdom is rational; the Balancer seeks outcos and anings, but the wise put greater emphasis on the process.

“A self-serving, unimpulsive, aning-agnostic person is hard for people to understand.

That’s why walking the Path of Wisdom is destined to be lonely.

Two Contributors who et may have so common language; two artists who encounter each other may beco each other’s inspiration.

“—But two wise people will never walk the sa path.

Although they are not competitors like Transcenders, at the least they are strangers to each other.

Even if they are of the sa mind, they will never beco companions who can accompany each other to the end of their days.

“If that’s the case, it’s better to stay away from the start from those beauties that will eventually shatter.

This is the choice every wise person would make.”

That’s how Sherlock responded.

But just then, Watson’s voice suddenly ca from inside the house, “I think…

that’s not necessarily the case.”

He walked out, looked at Sherlock whose gaze had suddenly turned cold, and raised his hands with an innocent grin, “I’m not eavesdropping, really, I just have good ears…

The sound ca to on its own.

“Well, I don’t know exactly how old you are.

But at least I think that a wise person doesn’t have to be detached from emotions.”

Watson said, using himself as an example, “You know, my father is a Mage Lord, and my mother is the Moon’s Child on the Path of Love.

They are still very loving…

He is a Fourth Power Level grand mage, and he even has a chance to advance to the Fifth Power Level.

But even such a mage has fallen in love, hasn’t he?”

“…Hmph.”

Little Sherlock just snorted coldly and sharply replied, “That’s why you are an illegitimate child, Mr.

Watson.

Your birth was not t with praise and recognition.”

“No,” Watson simply replied calmly, “I think it’s precisely because I’m an illegitimate child—that proves my birth is the fruit of pure love.

Because both my father and my mother could have ended my coming into the world; my birth brought them nothing but trouble, no benefits.”

He had no objections to his origins and, as he spoke, he even started to laugh, “And it’s because I’m an illegitimate child that I was able to co to Avalon.

I don’t represent anyone…

Other than the blood running through my veins and my surna, I have nothing directly tied to my father.

“From this point of view, isn’t this my fortune?

“I was born out of love, into an affluent family, with loving and powerful parents.

Yet I don’t have to bear any obligatory demands because I have nothing to inherit, and thus I don’t have to shoulder any expectations I can’t bear.”

Watson spread his hands and spoke outright, “I am indeed not a qualified mage, much less a wise man.

All this ti, I’m only at the Second Power Level on the Path of Wisdom.”

—You didn’t co to Avalon for freedom but because you’re a spy.

Sherlock opened his mouth, wanting to retort just so.

But these things were not suitable to be said outright.

But he suddenly realized…

if his father could send him here on a mission, and use his own favors to entrust him with protecting the other, wasn’t this also a form of love?

…Can mages also possess love?

This thought caused a brief lag in Sherlock’s thinking.

Seeing the newsboy hesitating, Watson smiled with satisfaction, “Your description earlier has changed my view of Mr.

Aiwass—I’ve let go of old prejudices, and now I can fully understand that he’s a great man.

“So I hope, Arthur, that you can also let go of your preconceptions.

Go and spend the New Year with your family.”

Watson said sincerely, handing Sherlock a box of exquisitely wrapped pastries, “This is what I was planning to buy to eat for the New Year.

As thanks for you saving …

you take this back ho.

“Don’t worry about the embarrassnt of suddenly going back after writing a letter saying you won’t be ho for the New Year.

If they are family, they won’t really care about such things.

Bring these pastries ho, your family will surely be happy.”

Watson even conservatively said “family” instead of “parents,” because he didn’t know if “Mr.

Arthur Conan Doyle’s” parents were still alive, fearing to accidentally touch a sore spot.

Although his deductions were always full of holes, when it ca to the ways of the world, he was quite considerate.

—You really aren’t a qualified spy, nor a qualified detective, Sherlock thought.

He wasn’t going ho for the holidays partly because he didn’t gel well with family…

but more so because it would be troubleso to explain his current childlike appearance, and he didn’t like to explain.

It had nothing to do with the letter.

Watson had not noticed the dissonance about him, let alone seen through the poorly concealed disguise that was almost unlabored.

No wonder, as a spy, he received the full protection of the Supervisory Court.

…But as a friend, this fool might just be manageable.

Mr.

Watson is an unqualified spy, but indeed a good person.

Sherlock glanced at him and ultimately sighed helplessly, “Fine…

but I must seriously remind you two, I am not holess.

I have not been disliked to that extent, at least I have a place to go for the New Year.”

For instance, to Bishop Mathers’ house, Sherlock ntally added.

He should be able to take in…

probably.

But after Watson’s comnt, Sherlock had a new idea—

He wanted to know if his own parents could recognize him, having beco smaller.

“So then, gentlen,” little Sherlock readjusted his hat brim, “farewell…

I’m going ho.”