Haina was stunned for a moment, then she realized with fear what she had said.
Fortunately, she asked this question to Mr. Sherlock instead of Chief Kent!
"As for why I didn't join the Supervisory Bureau..."
Sherlock said calmly, "Because you and I are similar but different people, I can't go far either - in this world, the more talented and outstanding people are, the higher they can go. I understood this when I graduated."
"… What's the meaning?"
"It means that I am like you. I prefer other paths rather than the path of authority."
The black-haired young man said frankly without fear: "What I asked Mr. Kent for was the mysterious book of the Path of Wisdom. I helped him solve the problem, and he gave me the banned book in his personal name - this is a fair trade of mutual benefit. Now, my second path is almost reaching the second energy level... Compared with the path of authority, the path of wisdom is the path I really yearn for."
"but… "
Haina wanted to say something else.
But her intuition was suddenly triggered, so she immediately became alert and kept silent.
After the two men faced each other in silence for five or six seconds, a middle-aged man, panting, ran over from the corner.
"Haina - I finally found you. I've been looking for you for a long time! Hey, consultant Sherlock is here too! Great, the director is looking for you!"
"What do you want, Mr. Kent?"
Sherlock asked back bluntly, "I have other things to do now."
"He didn't say... But I think you should go and have a look. It won't take long, will it?"
The middle-aged man said with a smile: "You also know, Mr. Sherlock - if it was something boring, the director would not have specially invited you to come, right?"
"Fine."
Sherlock nodded in agreement.
After he said that, he looked at Haina beside him and said, “This is another reason.
"I am an active person. If I have nothing to do, I will be restless... But if I am asked to do ordinary, repetitive work, I will get bored. I need problems and strong enemies to excite me.
"Your daily patrols are too boring. If I had that much time, I would rather read a few more books and do some experiments. Even if I travel alone like a wandering monk, it is much more meaningful than the repetitive days.
"I don't want fame or success. I just want work that allows me to use my wisdom and give my energy, which I have nowhere to go, an outlet - and satisfy my curiosity. That's why I'm working with you."
"All right, Mr. Sherlock."
The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "You'd better leave quickly. If you listen to the director's instructions earlier, you can do your own things earlier, right?"
Sherlock said nothing and walked towards Director Kent's office.
The other side.
In the center of Glass Island, the capital of Avalon, is a clear, transparent lake that looks like a sapphire.
The royal family of the Kingdom of Avalon lives in the center of the lake in the capital, Glass Island, an island within an island. It is a silver and tin palace with glass steps blessed by the Silver Crown Dragon. It will sparkle with brilliant fire under the sun on a sunny day, and it will emit a soft dreamlike glow even on a cloudy day.
In the Hall of Silver and Tin, a blonde girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, with blue eyes, was quietly flipping through today's edition of The Glass Steps.
She seemed to have elven blood, so she looked younger than her actual age. She had a gentle face, a straight back, and the smooth back of her neck exposed by her dress, reflecting the sun's light along with the silver and tin palace she was in. She had a quiet temperament that belonged to an artistic girl, and her eyes were as calm as water.
A fairy who looked to be in her twenties or thirties, with the mature charm of a woman and the innocence of a girl, was sitting opposite the girl with her hands on her cheeks, smiling. She had an obvious artistic temperament - that was not an illusion, but the influence of the path of beauty.
"I didn't lie to you, did I, my little princess?"
The elf artist smiled and said, "I told you yesterday that I saw a very handsome man. I specially gave him a full twelve seconds this time just to preserve that crucial smile when he turned around.
"My aesthetic is absolutely fine - that smile is the key, which can preserve his charm to the greatest extent. To be honest, I even want to draw a picture of him. But I don't think it's urgent, there will be opportunities to get to know him later."
"… really."
The girl nodded quietly. "Teacher Janice is right. Mr. Aiwass's smile reminds people of the sun.
"He is the same age as me, and at the same level of Taoism, but he was able to personally lead a team to capture a demon scholar who is much more powerful than himself... His investigation, judgment, and reasoning in the process were flawless. He is very powerful and brave.
She whispered, "I can't do it. I'm a coward."
There was a look of longing and dejection on the girl's face.
—That is the yearning that arises from the bottom of the heart when a sober and kind person sees someone of the same kind who is much stronger than himself; and the dejection when he is not jealous nor self-deceiving, but honestly recognizes the fact that he is far inferior to the other person.
“He’s amazing.”
the girl repeated.
"ah-"
Seeing her like this, Janice made a sound like teasing a puppy with pity—and a little crazy at the same time. She stuffed the girl into her arms and rubbed her hair a few times: "Little Isa, you are so cute!"
"Please call me Isabel, Teacher Janice."
Isabel whimpered, put her hands over her hair and said seriously: "Also, please don't mess up my hair—
"Besides, I don't know what's so cute about me. I'm just telling the truth."
"You are cute only when you are explaining something that needs no explanation in a serious manner like this."
"That sounds so stupid. I'm a fool."
Isabel was a little annoyed and disappointed: "I can't even draw well."
"You're already a genius, Isabel."
When talking about this topic, Janice became serious: "It's just that the people you meet are more talented than you.
"You are almost at the next stage of your path to beauty, aren't you? It's already remarkable that you can reach the second level at this age... And when I teach you, I use a more solid foundation, so that you start later but can go further in the future."
"I think it's just because my father is Prince Albert."
Isabel lowered her head and said softly, "I am nothing special.
"If Mr. Aiwass were also a prince, he would have gone earlier and further than I have."
"Evans is a special case. You don't have to think too much about it. Even Her Majesty the Queen read the newspaper and said he was a great guy... You don't have to compare yourself with such people."
“… Grandma too?!”
Isabel was surprised: "Grandma rarely praises people... Is that demonologist so powerful?"
"It's not his combat ability, or even his search ability. What Her Majesty values is his decisiveness when he fired those two shots. In the end, although the two shots only killed a second-level demonologist, what was actually demonstrated was his outstanding and quick judgment, his absolute confidence in his own judgment, and his stable execution.
"Her Majesty the Queen said it herself, he has the demeanor of a great general. Don't you think that it must be her approval that allowed me to put him on the front page, with such a large space. It's because Her Majesty the Queen said that the young people of the kingdom should learn from him - although I don't think they will be able to learn it, it's good to let everyone see a handsome young man."
Janice shook her head helplessly: "You only compare yourself with the strongest people, but every time you lose, you immediately retreat out of inferiority. You should change your habit of doing this."
"I feel that if we are to compare ourselves with people of the same age, we must compare ourselves with the strongest ones."
Princess Isabel said seriously: "Because I enjoy the best resources. If I can't become the best, it would be a waste of resources. They should be given to those who need them more."
"… You."
Janice sighed, and felt that Princess Isabel was surprisingly stubborn.
"By the way, Teacher Janice."
Isabel suddenly asked, "What did Mr. Aiwass see at that time? What was he waving at?"
“I wasn’t there, actually.”
Janice shook her head: "But I asked the cameraman. He said it was a little girl selling flowers nearby.
"That girl called him 'a very gentle big brother'. I think it was because he politely bought a bouquet of flowers from her before. Aiwass is indeed a very polite young man. If there is a chance, you can invite him to sit in the Palace of Silver and Tin. Talk about what happened at that time, and what he thought and how he judged... I think it must be very interesting. And Her Majesty the Queen should allow it.
"—you must be looking forward to it too, right, Isabel?"
Isabel didn't reply, but clenched her fists slightly and opened her beautiful emerald eyes with a little yearning like a child.