Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 1047 Elimination Method

But the reason why Aiwass proposed this deadline was because he already had an idea in his mind.

"Let's do it Sherlock's way—"

Aiwass looked at the old duke and said confidently, "First, bring all the information about Count Moonson, and we will eliminate them one by one."

Hearing this, the old duke looked at Yassen.

"Did you hear that?"

The old man said majestically: "Go and do it!"

"Hey, okay!"

Arsen suddenly took off and rushed out.

Although he was just being told to do something, he did not feel unhappy at all.

Rather, he was filled with curiosity.

Twenty-four hours.

In just twenty-four hours, you have to find and capture a person who can change reality and rewrite everyone's heart?

Is this possible?
It's like magic, like a "miracle"!
At this moment, Arsen's heart was filled with the same anticipation as when he first saw a magician perform magic as a child.

Condensing and igniting the "incredible" things, emitting brilliant light and fire——

The simple magic tricks he saw at that time, Arsen was able to perform them without any instruction within two years. But he would never forget how he opened his eyes wide in disbelief and how his heart was filled with wonder.

After that, when he was engaged in the business of phantom thieves, he always sent out a notice before carrying out the work - that was a kind of agreed magic. It was like a magician announcing "what I am going to do" and letting people look at it attentively before performing the performance. People looked at the miracles he created in disbelief, and that feeling satisfied him.

He had this feeling again, when he first met Sherlock...

The extremely brilliant reasoning was like a magic show to him.

——And now, it seems that we can see it for the second time.

The strength of the Grand Duke of Iris even exceeded Aiwass's expectations.

After Yasen passed on the order, the information on "Earl of the Moon" was initially compiled in less than 40 minutes, and began to be submitted layer by layer. Finally, it was delivered to Aiwass ten minutes before two in the morning.

Even Avalon, an authoritarian country, could never do such a thing!

Aiwass was 100% sure that even if Isabel - or even if the old queen herself ordered it, he would be lucky to see the information at noon the next day. And it would probably be sent in a sealed briefcase after layers of review, with about 200 to 300 pages of detailed intelligence, and about half of it would be nonsense.

Of course, you can also read the summary directly after reading the summary. This is how Isabel usually approves government affairs.

The first batch of handwritten intelligence was delivered to them in just one hour, including the journey. It was eighteen pages long, full of useful information, with twenty-two lines on each page, so densely written... Aiwass had no idea how long it would take to write this by hand.

It is said that the Grand Duke was not satisfied with the speed - it seemed that it was already 1am when the order was requested and many people were already asleep, so they were called up at short notice. The speed seemed to make the Grand Duke feel a little embarrassed, and he ran out by himself and scolded someone.

When old Argon came back, they learned another good news - the second part of the additional information would arrive in three hours, and it was expected to be forty-eight pages.

——They can even be accurate to forty-eight pages!
Aiwass and Sherlock both marveled at the amazing administrative efficiency of the Iris people...if the Duke's own secretary could be considered a kind of administrative efficiency.

"Sometimes I also feel that Your Majesty is too kind to them..."

Sherlock flipped through the information and complained to Aiwass.

Now he and Aiwass were in the data room sorting out the information... and the old duke decided to go back and take a nap. There was nothing for Yasen to do here, but he also told Aiwass that he must take him with him when he decided to go out.

And Anne was totally unable to help...but she stayed with Aiwass anyway.

There was no shortage of male and female servants in the Duke's mansion. Just standing in the corridors, there were two servants in each corridor. But Anne strictly forbad all servants from entering the house - she said it was to prevent the news from being leaked, so she took the tea and snacks from the door and personally delivered them to the table of Aiwas and Sherlock.

Sherlock always likes to drink some coffee and eat some dessert when he uses his brain, but Aiwass is simply hungry.

"Eat some more, Aiwass." Sherlock highly praised the snacks in the Duke's Mansion: "To be honest, it was the snacks here that made me feel at ease working here in the beginning."

He says "work" instead of "house arrest" - and based on Aiwass's understanding of Sherlock, this doesn't seem to be a polite euphemism but an attempt at a joke.

A very boring joke that only he could understand.

And Aiwass chuckled appropriately: "Why, better than Avalon's?"

"They all have their own merits. But at least they're not bad - but to be honest, I still think my mother's cakes are the best."

Sherlock commented sharply, "But the main course here tastes really good, much better than the crap that the people of Avalon make."

"I was wondering why when I saw you, I felt like you had gained at least five kilograms..."

"It's an exaggeration. There aren't that many."

Sherlock, whose face had become noticeably rounder, said seriously, "It's only about 3.5 kilograms."

As he spoke, he turned the information in his hand upside down.

Annie was suddenly alert: "Why, did you find any clues?"

"of course."

Sherlock looked at Aiwass and raised his eyebrows: "You should have found it too."

"Actually, three minutes is enough," Aiwass said modestly, "The rest is just rest time. After all, I haven't eaten all day."

"…Are you hiding some information?"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes: "How else could it be so fast?"

"Yes," Aiwass admitted, "but I didn't want to mislead you."

"Then let's check the answers."

Sherlock said, writing on the upside-down document with a pen: "There are a total of eight Moon Son Earls, five of whom were converted human earls before the Swan King era, and three were promoted during the Swan King era.

"Among the three earls who were promoted, one of them is Earl Halick. If Earl Halick is a distraction, the target can actually be as precise as choosing one of the two.

"——Earl Gould, and Earl Tudeburg."

"Not too rigorous, bro."

Aiwass commented: "Although Earl Harrick is a distraction, the other two are suspicious...but why did you directly rule out the former? Could it be that the other party had this idea in mind and deliberately did not let you gain any advantage?"

"Yes, it is possible."

Sherlock nodded, but admitted: "After all, his goal is rebellion. In a rebellion, if you are not of high status, you will only be a help to others. He doesn't know what this head means or what it can do - you are too preconceived. He needs to test the limits of this head again and again before he can write himself into the script.

"So at first, I thought the most likely candidate was the Earl of Dudeburg. Because he was the last of these earls to become an earl... and he was also the one who developed the best in the Third Rebellion. But then I ruled him out.

"The reason is simple - because he held too many parties at his home. If the Box of Nothingness was with him, every party could lead to information leakage.

"And the Moon Child of Iris is obviously unaware of this plan. In other words, the owner of the Box of Nothingness intends to benefit himself. So I turned my attention to the more aloof Earl Gould..."

"So you think it was Earl Gould?"

Upon hearing this, Aiwass raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you done?"

"Of course not," Sherlock denied, "but you tell me first."

"I don't think it's either of these two people. Because I found more direct evidence - the number of offspring and the amount of blood imported."

Aiwass pointed to an inconspicuous line in the data: "The one who consumed the most blood... was the Count of Orleans."

(End of this chapter)