123 – Pride and Prejudice (3)
A man from the streets who, in his own opinion, is often mistaken for having one or two middle-aged grown children because he has a handsome mustache. Wizard Fred Forlock never admitted that he was noticeably presbyopic.
Contrary to Holmes’s guess, he was at most five years older than James Moriarty, and was in his mid-thirties, let alone forty, so he could still boast of being in his early thirties.
Porok himself had no choice but to call himself about five years old because he did not know his exact date of birth, as is often the case with street wanderers, and people love rounding so much that even if they are in their mid-thirties, they often delusion that they are in their early thirties. It was arranged.
Cases like this can often be seen everywhere. However, like Porock himself, most people are weak at math, so he often saw people who were 29 make the mistake of rounding wrong and believing that they were still in their 20s.
In that sense, Porok was an ordinary human being in his own way.
Although he often had a grim expression on his face, he was usually ordinary, literally one of the many British working or middle class people you pass by on the street, so it was hard to tell him apart at first glance.
Of course, the money he received from Moriarty could have given him a life of the upper class, but even if a person who has never enjoyed anything suddenly gains money, he either turns into a wealthy person or changes almost nothing.
Because he did not have the capacity to be interested in such things throughout his life, he did not know much about them and did not feel the need to do so, so he maintained a way of life that was not much different from when he first met James Moriarty.
Unlike incorrigible villains like James Moriarty, who is often misunderstood as a college student because his boss is younger than him, no matter how evil he is or even a street bully, he can be a good person to someone. There is a law.
Of course, Fred Forlock was blunt and harsh to everyone. This was a trait that anyone who survived on the streets could not help but have, so he could not be said to be unusual.
Such a grumpy Fred Forlock was rubbing his left arm, which still felt pain, and couldn’t stop himself from swearing at the wolf cub he had no choice but to save, who would have been happy to just end up in the bottom of hell with the professor.
“The problem is that even the professor still doesn’t know how damned a b*tch she is. I just hope that the wolf cub gets an upset stomach while eating the professor. And then I have a child and I hope the church looks at me. hehehehe, the professor also secretly cares about things like social reputation, so it would be interesting to see what he said.”
However, unlike his grumbling mouth, his eyes keenly scanned his surroundings to see if anyone could be following him, and when he finally made it out of the alley completely, he habitually let out a sigh of relief.
It was a habit I developed after meeting a professor and going up with him, holding on to his feet. No, to be precise, it was after he felt that he had gradually ascended to a higher level, and he finally became a little attached to his life, willing to be stabbed to death at any time.
I realized once again what happened with Moran, but Porok also didn’t want to make a stupid mistake and destroy what he had achieved so far.
No matter how little the way of life has changed, there have been many changes.
There was no longer a life of sleeping on the streets, or throwing in a two penny and trying to sleep while leaning on a rope and cursing under your breath for fear of being eaten by a rat.
He no longer had a life where every narrow alley was overrun with dozens of kids who didn’t know where they were fighting.
He also had a small house that he personally owned, and like the decent middle-class people in London, he lived by renting a decent room for single people.
At that time, I felt the gaze of some rats. Porok, who came from the streets, could feel things more sensitively than anyone else. To do that, he didn’t need to have a sense that transcended humanity like Peony.
More than anything, he was a wizard himself.
I first glared at the direction where I felt Porok’s gaze, and only then did I see several beggar kids running away quickly, as if they had been caught or were afraid of getting into a fight.
‘Should I handle it?’
He was a villain working under a villain, so he thought straight away. But then he shook his head. It was for several reasons.
Even if we went to the trouble of going to the back alley right away, there would be dozens of people there. Even if we tried to deal with just one kid, it wouldn’t be profitable and the chances of being noticed would only be high.
Although it was weak, there was a possibility that he was following the professor’s orders. The idea of leading street outcasts and kids who no one cares about and turning them into a huge information-gathering organization was a plan that the professor had realized when he first met him.
Of course, the children who are the chess pieces at the bottom would not dare to imagine who they are working for.
More than anything, my arm, which had not fully healed yet, still throbbed. And killing a baby was unlucky.
If necessary, he would silently follow the professor’s orders, but he personally had no hobby of killing children.
Such a vulgar hobby was clearly something that Sweeney, who had just come to make sure he didn’t get into trouble, would have had.
However, he was strangely uncertain. After spitting out phlegm, Porok decided to go to a nearby cafe, have a drink, and then return.
He avoided indoors. As he did this, he learned how complacent and foolish it was to stay indoors, even though he hated it.
Nowadays, no one dares to attack the professor and his subordinate, Porok, who had already unified London a long time ago, but until a few years ago, idiots would often send assassins and try to snipe at them to fight them off. Because I did it.
He simply ordered a drink, and while the waiter was bringing the drink, he took out a fairly high-quality cigar and, with unfamiliar hands, cut off the end and prepared to light a cigarette.
Porok ended up following the professor’s words, who nagged him every time they met. Above all, it was because recently, unfortunately, his pipe, which was like his life companion, was completely broken.
Porok knew nothing else, but he had always prided himself on being a faithful man, so it was definitely heartbreaking for him. Although, of course, every time he said this to Moriarty, he was laughed at, saying he was saying it was a different way of saying he was lazy.
But the professor’s advice wasn’t bad.
The new type of cigarette, or more specifically, a cigar that was only smoked by guys with gas in their bellies and who prided themselves on being a good part of society, was definitely not bad.
After gulping down the drink the waiter brought him, Porok decided to go somewhere on the street to go back to work. Tidkin, due to the professor’s whim, had more work to do right after that damned bastard was captured.
Unusually, the professor had a spontaneous side at times, and this incident was similar. Thanks to that, there were many things he had to keep quiet about. Of course, it may be confidence that comes from the fact that such trivial matters alone cannot reach the professor.
However, Porok soon noticed someone approaching him and frowned.
But strangely, Porok’s appearance reminded him of the time when the professor came to visit him about 10 years ago, when he was alone in an old bar, similar to now, and for some reason, he was unable to run away.
Sherlock Holmes.
She was a girl whom the professor had recently used as his new toy. It was clear that the professor with his face was a libertine.
Porok was thankful that he was not her sodomite, but she frowned at the sight of this poor lady sitting in front of her without her warning.
He spat out, frowning at her because he wasn’t supposed to know anything about her officially.
“What are you? Are you a prostitute looking for customers? Go away.”
“Fred Forlock. “You’re a wizard, right?”
In fact, the prostitutes on the street were dressed in outfits that would scare them. No matter how much he lived on the streets and was not bound by common sense, he could not understand the mental state of the woman in front of him who calmly wore pants that showed off her legs like that.
However, as if ignoring his own reaction, he could not help but pause at Holmes’ cold words.
As expected, it is similar.
It was like that time when the professor was trying to scold an unlucky teacher who suddenly appeared, but he flinched from the force.
But Holmes ignored such comments and opened his mouth.
“From the streets. Wizard. “I heard you have a hobby of self-harm, and it seems like you’ve been enjoying it quite a bit lately.”
“I’ll say it again, I’m a person who beats up both ladies and gentlemen, so get the hell out of here. “I don’t know who it is.”
“Now you know. Sherlock homes. Detective… Hey. “It’s not the first time, right?”
It was silent. He chose to remain silent in front of those sparkling red pupils as if they were piercing him.
Holmes continued as if it didn’t matter.
“It’s strange, he comes from the streets, and if you don’t mind, he’s not a quick rich person, but he’s quite wealthy. You live alone near Westminster. Oh, don’t be surprised, this couldn’t be traced back. I tried my best to find it, but in many ways I had to use every means possible. It’s simple speculation. There’s dirt on my pants, it rained last night, it looks like it got splashed while riding the carriage, but there’s no one to point it out or do my laundry. “After all, I know what the soil is like in most parts of London.”
“What do you want from me?”
Porok opened his mouth without realizing it. This time it was similar to when he first met the professor. No, it’s similar but different.
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But Holmes spoke as if he had no intention of answering that question from the beginning.
“You’re working under Professor James Moriarty, right?”
“… Who is that? “I don’t know.”
“My gaze wavered for about 0.2 Seconds, and my pupils trembled. My breathing has also changed slightly. Lie. Well, I guess it’s okay. “I didn’t come here today because I wanted an answer right away.”
“I don’t know what you keep talking about-“
“Will the teacher really take responsibility for you until the end? “Moran, what if you make a mistake like that guy?”
When the anxiety he had always harbored was mentioned, Porok unconsciously kept his mouth shut. Holmes smiled.
“A group of people for whom survival is the most important. Yes? So, wouldn’t it be a good idea to have a safety measure in place just in case? No, you should know better about that, right?”
“… Do you think I’m a traitor, b*tch? “What do you believe in?”
“Because I am the only one who can stop Mr. Moriarty.”
Forlock was unable to say anything for a moment in response to Holmes’ declaration, which seemed so obvious and certain that it was destined to be that way.
However, he was so embarrassed that he laughed and got up to avoid it.
“You’re a crazy b*tch who’s been doing drugs since broad daylight.”
With that, Porok left the place. Holmes was heard behind his back saying that he would wait for a call at any time, but he tried to ignore it.
It was crazy. It was a waste of time with a crazy woman. It was such a stupid meeting that it might have been a good story to tell the professor.
But what kind of change of heart was it due to? Fred Forrock did not tell anyone about Holmes’ visit.
It’s just that it’s not even necessary, he thought to himself.
