When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 463 - 364: The Lost Secret Intelligence

The Moriarty Family did not employ a residential gardener, instead they would periodically hire renowned horticulturists to tend to the garden.

Juan Sorensen used to be a professor of biology at the Royal Law University. He was known in the circles of the Knight Family for arranging his own garden beautifully and for keeping the flowers in excellent condition.

For this reason, after he retired, his status and income actually increased—many people wanted to hire Old Juan to plan their garden layouts, and it even became a trend among the nobility. But securing his services still required some connections... and Old Moriarty had them, as he was an old friend of Professor Sorensen.

"Did you enjoy your trip, Aiwass?"

Old Juan had watched both Aiwass and Edward grow up, so he knew why Aiwass had been away and could call him and Edward by their first names directly: "You’ve come back just in time—Edward is rarely home today."

"He’s not at work today?" Aiwass paused and asked carefully.

"Yes, Edward seems to be entertaining a visitor. The man is dressed in a naval uniform and looks quite young. He should be about the same age as Edward."

The old gardener thought for a moment, then answered, "He might be a friend of Edward’s, I guess. The young man looked pretty happy when he saw Edward."

"...How rare, for big brother to actually have a friend his own age."

Aiwass felt it strange: "I’ve never heard about this."

Given Edward’s stiff and serious nature, one who rarely joked or laughed, the fact that he became friends with Sherlock, who was equally eccentric, was the only explanation.

Edward’s appearance was different from that of Aiwass and Yulia; no matter how one looked at him, he could not be considered handsome, he merely possessed symmetrical features and kept himself neat and clean. When dressed in formal attire, he resembled a conference speaker—always serious and reassuring. But if he donned the clothes of a commoner and let down his neatly combed-back slick hair, he could easily blend into the crowd.

He was a person who disliked sharing his private thoughts and secrets with others. Even after becoming good friends with Sherlock over the years, he still kept nearly all his secrets to himself.

And this was one of the few strong points in Edward’s social interactions—he at least kept his mouth shut, never revealing any gossip he heard to others.

His expression was always stern; he hardly ever reacted to other people’s jokes or stories, nor would he choose to read the room and provide a timely response at an "appropriate" social gathering. He was always forthright when he had something to say, and if he had nothing that needed to be said, he would maintain silence.

He had a strong dislike for those who approached him with flattery and would, if his annoyance reached its peak, stand up and leave without giving the other person face. As a widower, he also posed a dilemma for the young women who admired him, finding it awkward and difficult to approach him.

—As the saying goes, the living cannot compete with the dead.

For this reason, whenever Edward appeared at a more relaxed social event, even the laughter and chatter of others could be hushed by his presence. Edward quickly realized this and decided not to attend such gatherings.

One of Edward’s few hobbies was probably music, which was one of the reasons he was able to become friends with Sherlock. Sherlock preferred the more lyrical and melodious type that allowed his brain to relax, while Edward favored a more solemn, heavy, and tragic style.

But occasionally, they would attend the same concert.

And after such concerts, Sherlock would come back seeming more relaxed; Edward would return even more silent and morose.

It felt like if Edward were in the modern day, he would be the kind of person who reliably opens NetEase Cloud Music at midnight.

In contrast to his severe lack of "friends" in his personal life, Edward’s work reputation was excellent. He was known for being dependable, decisive, meticulous, and always capable of keeping secrets—which was exactly why he could assume the role of Glass Island Inspector General at such a young age.

The influence of the Founding Families was minimal in this regard.

After all, the Moriarty Family could ultimately have only one heir, and the rest could not even keep the Moriarty surname. Moreover, they were essentially adopted children without the close-knit relationship web formed by regular marriages and alliances of a typical Founding Family.

With so many Founding Families, the role eventually fell to Edward. This was sufficient proof of his exceptional personal abilities.

Conversely, the fact that such a young and accomplished Edward had hardly any friends outside of work was also enough to show how difficult he made it for those who wished to get close to him.

On the other hand, the older generation got along quite well with Edward and spoke highly of him. He could be considered an idol among middle-aged and older women. The more stable, slower, equal, and relaxed pace of their social interactions was quite suited to the silent and sensitive Edward.

Aiwass became more interested in this "young naval officer," so he continued walking toward the main door with Lily.

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Before he could knock, the door opened on its own.

The person who opened it was Edward’s personal manservant. Seeing Aiwass and Lily returning from the window, he came to open the door.

"Where is Yulia?"

After entering, Aiwass noticed that Yulia, who would always be the first to greet him, was not there, immediately feeling it odd and somewhat unaccustomed to it.

"Miss Yulia is still at the Hall of Silver and Tin learning alchemy."

The red-haired young man quickly replied, "Mr. Wade and Mary are with her, and they will return in the evening. The royal family will send a coachman to bring them back... they won’t stay overnight at the Hall of Silver and Tin."

Mary is Yulia’s personal maid. And Old Wade is James’s personal manservant.

It seemed like sending children off to a special class... except that the destination was the royal palace, and indeed, that’s precisely what it was.

With the original Elf Butler Oswald still missing, Wade had temporarily taken over as the butler for the Moriarty Family.

"Actually, staying overnight isn’t a problem," Aiwass thought, "Isabel is quite fond of Yulia too. Mr. Wade is getting old; it’s not good for him to travel so far every day... Might as well let Mary stay with Yulia at the Hall of Silver and Tin. I’ll just mention it to Her Majesty or Isabel afterward."

The White Queen District is indeed not too close to the Red Queen District. Although the Moriarty Family has a villa in the Red Queen District that they don’t usually use, Yulia clearly doesn’t want to live there by herself. It just so happens that Isabel would love to have a companion as well.

The Hall of Silver and Tin, able to comfortably house over twenty members of the royal family, had become empty and desolate. Even if not frightening, it would still be somewhat lonely.

Although not seeing his little sister, who used to cling to him every day, made Aiwass a bit unaccustomed and somewhat sad. But the fact that she could find friends and do what she wanted still made Aiwass very happy.

As for Yulia wanting to see Aiwass—that’s less trouble than Aiwass going to the Hall of Silver and Tin to find them. The commute of two hours made Aiwass feel a bit sorry for Yulia.

It’s really just a couple of extra trips. Now that he doesn’t need a wheelchair, traveling by carriage isn’t slow. If he’s in a rush, he could also borrow a Gryphon.

When Aiwass entered, he saw that the living room was incredibly bright.

He was stunned for a moment before realizing... this was "Golden Dawn," the Demonic Painting that Master Yanis had gifted him.

The resplendent golden light mixed with the deep red of the rising sun emanated from the sacred structure made of gold at the center, casting its glow on the two people conversing in the living room. It made the moment seem like time had reverted back to sunrise.

The man sitting on the sofa was indeed about the same age as Edward, just as Professor Sorensen had said.

Upon hearing someone approaching, he stopped talking very nervously.

"You’re back."

Edward nodded at Aiwass, a rare smile on his face.

He turned to the man and said, "Perfect timing, Captain Camus. Aiwass is back now; you can repeat your question."

"Something concerning me as well?"

Aiwass said with interest, leaning on the side of the sofa where Edward was sitting.

He assessed the young navy officer named Camus.

Camus had neatly cropped short hair and a long, thin face. His high nose bridge and prominent cheekbones, beneath deep eye sockets that should hold spirited eyes, now looked exceedingly haggard.

"It’s closely related to you."

Edward turned back, answering seriously, "Do you have any information about a woman named Aleister?"

"...Huh?"

Aiwass was taken aback.

For a moment, he didn’t know what to say.

"Allow me to explain, Minister... You are qualified to know this matter."

Captain Camus clearly knew about Aiwass’s appointment.

"Since this is of the utmost secrecy, involving diplomatic confidentiality and espionage, theoretically I shouldn’t speak of it to anyone..."

Camus glanced nervously at Lily.

Although he knew that for a personal maid there are no secrets, and if Lily wanted information, she could also inquire from Aiwass... from Camus’s standpoint, he had to prevent any possibility of leaking information. Or rather, any possibility of leaks coming from his side.

Lily was also very familiar with such situations.

She nodded slightly and left the living room to go chat with Edward’s personal manservant.

"Go ahead, Captain."

Aiwass looked at Camus: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"...I lost a letter."

Camus lowered his head, avoiding Aiwass’s sharp gaze, "It was important intelligence intercepted from the Iris Flower—

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"...Ah?"

Aiwass was stunned.