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Chapter 1016: Hunting Grounds for Noblemen
Some problems can be solved by force, others cannot.

"I want you to disguise yourself as scavengers and enter the Royal Academy of Sciences inside Avalon to investigate the topic that Professor Maxwell is currently researching."

Holmes gave a very difficult challenge right from the start.

Cheng Feng was puzzled and asked, "Why do we have to do this? Foreigners like us entering Avalon are unfamiliar with the place and it is easy to arouse suspicion. Why not use locals?"

"First of all, if I understand correctly, both of you are in charge of recording, right?"

Holmes cast his gaze towards Cheng Feng and Yan Yu'an. "That gentleman is a big man with eyes full of indifference to knowledge and a desire to fight. He must be in the same profession as my good-for-nothing junior brother. But you are different. From the moment you walked in, you seemed to be talking to me, but in fact your eyes were searching through the clippings and files on my wall."

"Your hands are too smooth, showing signs of firearms training, but without thick enough calluses. You look more like you are engaged in writing work. However, if you are just civilians, you would not be so confident that you can go deep into a foreign country to exchange intelligence with only three or two people."

"The exchange of information with me has always been handled by your country's secretariat. The staff of the secretariat are generally from the profession of actors, but the other two are not. The soldier should be from the secret service. He is particularly interested in my lazy junior brother and has already peeked at him several times. He should be his junior or subordinate."

"As for you, Mr. Long Hair, you are the most skilled in disguise among the three. Your demeanor and behavior deliberately imitate the appearance of the locals. From the moment you entered this door, you have been reading my personal information, trying to analyze my true identity, find common topics, and get closer to me."

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be working in a department that often deals with foreigners. Customs? Or the Immigration Bureau? I think it's Tianmen Customs. After all, the Immigration Bureau only handles paperwork. Putting a talent like you in an office filling out forms is a waste of talent."

Wang Yunxiao was sweating profusely.

Damn, I didn't even say a word before someone saw my underwear.

The man who lives at 221 Baker Street does have something to say.

"The reason why I have to trouble you is not only because you can collect enough intelligence information for me, but also because the situation in Avalon is very treacherous. Although I have connections, I don't know who I can trust."

Holmes explained: "In recent times, several murders have occurred one after another. They seem to be unrelated to each other, but the spearheads are all vaguely pointing to Professor Maxwell and his research project. It is difficult to say whether this is a personal grudge or involves political games at the top. So I need more intelligence clues to analyze and judge."

"I understand what you mean. If we just want to get some intelligence, it's fine. But we know nothing about the situation inside Avalon. We don't even know the exact location of the Royal Academy of Sciences."

"You don't have to worry about this. I will provide you with a safe identity and intelligence support."

Holmes took out his pocket watch and glanced at it.

"It's a little late today. You can rest here for a while. We will set out on time at seven o'clock tomorrow morning. Mrs. Hudson, could you please help these gentlemen clean up a bedroom, and then... do we have anything else here to entertain the guests?"

The young woman standing in the doorway shrugged.

"Oatmeal, coffee, beans, and a few bottles of Katoi."

"I'm really sorry, because a certain glutton has eaten up all the edible food in my house, so I really have nothing to treat you all."

Holmes gave Huo Qingyang an unpleasant look.

It can be seen that he really has a lot of dissatisfaction with this guest who is eating and staying for free.

Although Wang Yunxiao and his friends didn't mind taking a few hours of rest, it was the host's kindness after all, and they were also tired, so they readily agreed.

Following Mrs. Hudson to the basement next door, beds and hot water were already prepared here. It seemed that they often received guests. After she left, Wang Yunxiao couldn't help but ask Cheng Feng: "Who is this Mr. Holmes? He is so capable. We have come all the way here. I see that there is no one living in this area within a radius of ten miles. How can they still have food and drink here?"

"Son of a noble family."

"A son of a noble family?"

"His family is from the upper city, and his brother is a high-ranking government official. Didn't that Bol tell you about the street sweepers before? They are a group of noble children who set up something similar to a club. Although he is not a street sweeper, he is very famous among the street sweepers because he knows a lot."

"That's it?"

Cheng Feng spread his hands.

Obviously, the rest is the inconvenient part.

"What on earth is this scavenger organization? I still don't quite understand it after listening to Paul's confusing description."

"According to public information, the predecessor of this organization was the special forces 'Buried' under the 'Clock Tower' of the Eagle Country Wizard Union. During the Age of Exploration, they were responsible for clearing out the evil spirits and resistance organizations in various overseas colonies. Their functions are similar to those of our Secret Service, but..."

"The clock tower was destroyed by the last great tide, and the entire wizarding world suffered heavy losses. The so-called 'St. George's Guardian Association', also known as the Scavenger Organization, has nothing to do with the former Undertaker. It is just an amateur club set up by a group of noble children in imitation of the Undertaker."

Cheng Feng thought for a moment and added, "They have a special term that is difficult to translate accurately and elegantly, called cosplay."

Ah, now I understand when you put it that way.

A cosplay lovers club, right?

"Actually no magic?"

"No, but they are professionally equipped and can shoot and kill people with a legitimate reason."

Oh, hardcore cosplay.

"Then what is the purpose of this club's existence? Lanton has become a forbidden magic zone, where can they find demons and evil spirits? Or are they just slaughtering the poor at the bottom of society under the guise of exorcism?"

"Experience."

Cheng Feng said: "Avalon has achieved a complete resource cycle, which means that even if you do nothing in there, you will still have food and drink, and you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life, but this will ruin you. Those who are older have experienced a lot and are mentally sound, while for those young nobles, their life experiences are far from complete."

"So proper training is necessary. Avalon has allocated some resources to build a hunting ground between the upper and lower city areas to help these young nobles hone their minds."

"Including the so-called rulers of the Lower City, the Welsh family. The Squirrel Nest... was built specifically for them to play with."

"Everyone is acting with those ladies and gentlemen?"

"Yes."

(End of this chapter)