Moriarty's body was still asleep, but his soul was extremely awake.
While the "reborn" Moriarty carefully read the memories stored in his body, he faintly sighed at the wonder of the multidimensional universe.
Yes, who would have thought that just an ordinary plane trip would encounter the appearance of the legendary Tower of Babel. Later, in the explosion of the Tower of Babel that was difficult to distinguish between reality and reality, the soul traveled through time and followed a piece of golden fragment.
Arriving in this completely unfamiliar dimension, he directly occupied the body of a young man.
"How amazing!"
By studying the boy's past memories, the newly born Moriarty was surprised to discover that he was currently in a world completely different from Earth.
Here, there are no electrical appliances or Internet, no airplanes or cars, no pollution or over-development, just a dreamlike boundless beauty. Of course, in this new world, there are also many specialties that are not found on Earth, such as magic,
For example, knights, demons, and undead. At the same time, the highest power in this world is no longer in the hands of annoying politicians. Grand arcanists, temples, and even legendary gods are the real masters of the wonderful planes.
"Perhaps, this is where I should come after I retire." When Moriarty finally absorbed all the memories, he meditated, and finally fell asleep with his body with loss and satisfaction.
Three days later, Moriarty officially woke up.
Dr. Edward, who has been stationed at Ivy Manor these days, immediately performed a full-body examination on Moriarty. The results of the examination were also quite gratifying. Except for some slight weakness in Master Ensberg, everything else was normal.
"Master, congratulations on your recovery." Butler Hugo looked at Moriarty, who was sitting on the bed with bright eyes, and raised his eyebrows.
"Haha, thank you, old Hugo."
For this old butler who has served the Ensberg family for more than fifty years, Moriarty's relationship with him is more like a pair of grandparents and grandchildren than a master and servant. However, in daily life, this strong family relationship is always ignored by the old butler.
The butler is hidden deep in his heart without revealing it at all.
"Why don't you see Nanny?" Inheriting the memory of his body, Moriarty looked around the room and asked.
"Because the lady's belongings are missing, Nanny is assisting in the investigation." The housekeeper answered bluntly.
For the eldest son of a baron family, the education of running the family started from his early childhood, so Hugo was not afraid of having any taboos or offending the young master, because this was the rule of the nobility.
"That's right." Moriarty nodded.
For the maid who served the young master, the young master jumped from the building and the important relics of the late mistress disappeared. Even if all this was not the maid's fault, it still shouldered a huge responsibility. Therefore, the maid was questioned, interrogated, and even tortured.
It's perfectly normal. Most of the time, nobles are quite harsh and cruel to their servants, especially those who make mistakes.
"Nanny was sent to the basement?" Moriarty thought for a while and asked again.
"No." The old housekeeper smiled: "I'm still crying in Frank's cabin."
The so-called basement is the dungeon in the noble manor.
For the private servants of the nobles, the most terrifying place is not the majestic court, the county prison, or even the pale gallows, but the dungeon deep underground in the noble manor that never sees the light of day.
It is the ultimate nightmare among servants.
Legend has it that no one who was sent to the dungeon could live to see the light of day again.
With whips, stoves, chains, and cesspools, even the bravest and strongest male servants would not dare to talk about the dungeon in private, even for the slightest bit.
"Okay, call Nanny back, don't let her tears flood Frank's cabin." Of course Moriarty knew that her mother's spell book would never be found again, because it had been absorbed by the golden fragment.
, or it can also be said that the spell book filled with powerful maternal love has become the carrier and new form of the golden fragments.
"Yes, young master." The butler's eyes lit up slightly and he agreed immediately.
After a while, Nanny, who had been frightened for several days, finally escaped from the terrible nightmare and returned to the magnificent young master's bedroom.
"Nanni, help me get up and prepare bath water and a meal for me. I will go to see my father in a while."
After receiving Dr. Edward's advice that "you can get out of bed and move around, but avoid strenuous exercise in the near future," Moriarty got up from the velvet bed.
Old Nanny, who had just celebrated her fiftieth birthday, immediately stepped forward and served the young master with great care, fearing that she would make another mistake and be driven back to the dark room.
After a simple freshening up, a simple meal including mushroom soup, baked cauliflower, grilled lamb chops, oatmeal and fruit salad was delivered to Moriarty's table.
"Well, the craftsmanship is pretty good, but the seasoning is not quite right." Moriarty commented as he slowly chewed the food in his mouth.
Of course, he also knew in his heart that the food of Ivy Manor is quite famous in Kent. Even some old nobles from the royal capital once praised Ensberg's chef. However, this is just a reference.
According to the standards of the continent of Erathia, if compared with Earth, the meal in front of you can score nine points in terms of raw materials, but in terms of cooking level, it only has six points at most, which is just passing.
Since he hadn't eaten for several days, Moriarty ate his first meal slowly and not much.
After finishing his oatmeal and eating a few slices of surprisingly salty peach flesh, Moriarty put down his knife and fork.
Immediately, the servant removed the dinner plate and brought another cup of black tea, which even added some Lester, a liquor similar to brandy on Earth. This was what Moriarty requested by name.
Seeing the young master's sudden new hobby, Old Hugo was a little confused, but he was not worried. After all, for an aristocratic man, wine and tobacco are two inseparable partners.
"Okay, father, are you free now? I want to see him." After drinking a whole cup of black tea with spices, Moriarty put down the gold-plated white porcelain cup with satisfaction, turned around and said to the old butler who had been waiting beside him.
"Yes, the master has told me that you can go to the study to see him at any time, young master," Hugo replied.
"Okay, let's go." Moriarty nodded and walked out of the room first, heading towards the majestic large study room in his memory.
To be honest, the newly born Moriarty didn't want to face his nominal father so soon.
Although Moriarty, who has completely absorbed the memory, is not worried about any possibility or danger of being exposed, the body itself seems to have some inexplicable resistance to this father.
However, after a little consideration while having tea, Moriarty decided to immediately visit his father. After all, being muddy is not his inherent style, and this is not the case no matter where he is.
There is no change at all.
"Father."
After passing through the door that the old butler opened silently, Moriarty took a small step forward, stood still, and bowed to the baron sitting behind the desk.
"I'm glad to hear that you have recovered." The Baron did not get up, but continued to sit on his large leather chair.
It seems that at any time, the Baron's attire is so meticulous and can become a model of aristocratic attire. However, behind the pair of gold-rimmed glasses, there are still a pair of red eyes.
"Come and sit." After looking at Moriarty for a while, the baron smiled and pointed to the sofa covered with white wool on the other side of the room.
"Yes." Moriarty strode into the study and sat down on the sofa.
"Moriarty, you know, as a father, I feel very sad about your reckless behavior a few days ago." Seeing his only son sitting down in front of him generously, the baron was slightly surprised, but he kept his expression.
, stood up slowly, walked to the sea blue carpet in the center of the study, looked into Moriarty's eyes and said.
"I'm very sorry for the mistakes I made. Father! I'm willing to accept any punishment from you." Looking at the Baron, Moriarty stood up and bowed.
"Sit down, kid, sit down." The Baron nodded, patted Moriarty's shoulder, and motioned for him to sit down. He also sat next to him: "No one will punish you."
"But after all, I did something that brought shame to the Ensberg family. Maybe you, father, will forgive me, but I cannot forgive myself."
Moriarty knew without asking that the story of "him" committing suicide by jumping off a building three days ago must have spread wildly among the Kent aristocracy.
It won't be long before titles like "cowardly", "cowardly", "madman", and "wretch" will be thrown at Moriarty like raindrops. Even if, due to the rules of upper class society and Ensberg
Due to the power of the family, the person involved will not be criticized or discriminated against from the front, but there will definitely be more slander against Moriarty behind the scenes.
"Child, I know that Helen's death has hit you hard. Maybe you still can't accept this reality. But what is gone is gone after all. As a nobleman, as a member of the Ensberg family, you must learn to be calm.
And patience. Even if the almost unbearable pain will rage in your heart like wildfire, you must have a heart made of pure gold." The Baron looked at Moriarty and said slowly.
"Yes, father, I will follow your teachings." Moriarty lowered his head again.
"There is no need to think about punishment for now. According to Dr. Edward's suggestion, you should have a recuperation. Do you have any ideas?" It seemed that he was a little surprised by such a smooth communication. The Baron couldn't help but nodded slightly.
You must know that the Baron had communicated with the original Moriarty many times before, but every time he mentioned his deceased mother, Moriarty would cry uncontrollably or howl like crazy. Today, Moriarty
His performance was so calm and "excellent", which really surprised him.
"There is no need for any recuperation at all, father." Regarding the Baron's proposal, Moriarty directly refused: "If possible, I would like to sort out my mother's belongings and then continue to complete my magic course."
"Yes, under your mother's teachings, you are already an amazing mage apprentice. Unfortunately, there is no magic tradition in the Kingdom of Erathia, and it is really difficult to find a suitable mage for a while.
To guide you on the way forward." The Baron nodded, not angry that his proposal was rejected: "However, your mother's spell book has disappeared inexplicably. I have asked Hugo to investigate for many days, but there is still nothing.
clue."
"It doesn't matter, father. I will continue to learn magic, but I will always miss my mother." Moriarty replied calmly, with perfect eyes.
"Well, I agree with your idea. Of course, I also hope that you can arrange time to participate in the family's operations. After all, you are the first heir of the Ensberg family. This is your right and also yours.
obligation."
"Yes, Father."
Having said this, Moriarty stood up and said goodbye to the baron.
Under the watch of the baron, Moriarty exited the study.
The door to the study closed silently again, leaving the baron alone in the room, deep in thought.
