160 – It’s My Fault Mea Culpa (2)
“Life, ciii—paaal. Nimmi… ….”
Fred Forlock was swearing in his usual thick voice. No, he muttered, as if sighing. However, the thick cigar fell straight to the floor between his lips as he moved helplessly.
Only then did the wizard realize that he had a cigarette in his mouth and he was barely able to catch it with his hurried hand gestures.
After his old friend’s pipe broke, it was a cigar that only rich guys with a belly full of oil who smelled like capitalists could use.
Of course, I laughed for a moment because I was now unofficially in a similar position to those who had criticized me so much.
It was a successful life where he could live as much as he wanted, but he was still unable to completely let go of the times when he was living at the bottom, so he almost felt dizzy.
With the money to buy this one, how much bread could you buy on the street back then?
People often say that their vision changes as their location changes, but Porok realized that his vision was still half-way in that narrow, dirty area of his back alley.
He didn’t last long. His external stimuli soon scattered those thoughts. It wasn’t someone’s interruption.
However, the tip of the cigar that was burning, slowly emitting smoke mixed with red and gray, burned my palm. Although he felt a slight pain, he paid it no heed and prioritized putting the cigarette back in his mouth.
At the same time, he swept his red-hot palm, which had a red circle engraved on it as if it were the mark of Cain, and swore softly again.
“Is this right?”
He muttered without realizing it. He muttered as if asking himself. Since he was waiting for someone alone, he had no one but himself to answer.
But he could not come up with an answer.
His head hurt and he cursed at his own ignorance, but Porok knew very well that it was an unavoidable problem.
Throughout his life, he was the type of person who did not think deeply. Of course he never had a chance to learn anything like that. Although he was born lucky as a wizard, he had to struggle to survive on the streets.
More than anything, on this floor, the side that was deep in thought without anything was closer to the ground first. For Fred Forrock, the most important thing was to live this miserable life a little longer, and to survive.
He knew very well that he was worthy of being called a villain. He may have had a little conscience, but he committed evil deeds without hesitation in order to survive, and sometimes for a better life, and is still engaging in such sins.
More than anything, his worries were related to continuing these evil deeds, so they were clearly evil worries.
He thought for a moment about what happened with the damn professor.
“Professor, what on earth do you want to do?”
“I thought it was important because you suddenly came to see me. What kind of nonsense are you talking about?”
“You know.”
The wizard will never know what the professor is thinking or what plans he has in mind.
Because it has been that way so far and there have been no problems.
It has been like this since the professor picked him up on the street 10 years ago. But at least he could be confident that he was following those who were successful and who were ultimately going for the better.
Of course, that confidence still remains. The professor was naturally a smart enough person to go astray, and he had a lot of quirks, so it was definitely nothing to worry about.
But is it intuition?
Probably because of intuition. Porok wasn’t really happy with what was going on these days. At first he thought it was a minor deviation, but as the subtle deviations piled up, he finally had no choice but to ask, even though he was worried that he might have crossed a line himself.
At least he was qualified. Of course, Moran, that horny wolf cub, was a good problem even if he went all out and crazy, saying that he was the professor’s right-hand man, the second-in-command of the organization, and the future Madame Moriarty.
Because I wasn’t obsessed with positions like second-in-command or right-hand man. Of course, at some point, it was clear that I didn’t like the fact that the horny wolf was trusted by the professor and was clearly in a higher position than myself, who had joined the organization from the beginning.
Still, it was acceptable.
Luckily, the poor wolf who always stayed by the professor’s side was not there at the time, perhaps due to other matters.
That’s why Porok was able to ask the question a little more comfortably, no, openly.
In the first place, he considered himself ignorant and did not know how to spin.
“I mean Sweeney, Professor. And… The professor’s favorite student, that…… That… “A detective kid who wears pants.”
“Did Sweeney have an accident again?”
“No, that bastard has always been like that. Is that why he came like this? Of course, that too… There isn’t any. After seeing it, it went up, right? Sweeney, that crazy guy didn’t just deal with people like he usually does, he dealt with a kid who found him on the side of the road……. “Luckily we didn’t get caught, but it was dangerous, professor.”
“I was lucky. Porok, you calm him down well. “It’s been like that so far, what are you complaining about?”
“That’s not why you’re doing this, Professor!”
Meanwhile, Porok grumbled and gently shook his bandaged left hand. Of course, it was a wound that occurred while trying to calm Sweeney down.
“I don’t see any reason to do something so blatantly dangerous. Really… Are you really doing this just to play with that little student?”
“… I think I explained to you that this commotion itself was a decoy. As you know, the anarchists are planning to bomb Westminster—”
“So this method is not usual. Could it be that the detective who wears those pants, Nari, is a precious person? He said he also told Sweeney not to kill him. Siipal, now that I think about it, is that kid 10 years old? Anyway, I heard you met then? Come to think of it, peonies and that hairball……. “f*ck, Professor, is that really your style?”
“Porok.”
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“I know, I know. It’s a joke. But… “It’s strange.”
“Because there is nothing strange. Porok, there’s no need to worry about what Holmes is doing any more, so go back now. That kid… “Maybe it’s no longer fun.”
But Porok thought to himself that the professor had lied.
Even now, he was asking about the woman who was playing detective through him.
He had no choice but to briefly deviate and take arbitrary action in response to the professor’s unexpected reaction.
Clearly something was twisting everything about the relationship between the professor and that woman, whether it was Holmes or something else. Porok wasn’t sure exactly what was going wrong, but something was definitely going down the wrong path.
He didn’t want that. At this point, I couldn’t be sure if following the professor would really always allow me to survive.
It shouldn’t have been like this. Of course he had no intention of harming the detective woman. On the contrary, it was a good thing for them.
“Wizard… ….”
Watson muttered as he looked at the unfamiliar man standing quietly in front of him and Holmes. Because he felt that the other person was a wizard like himself.
It was clearly an intentional act. No matter how much a witch or wizard they were, it was difficult for the other person to know that right away. Unless you intentionally show it.
More than anything, we could see from Holmes’ reaction that the other person was clearly related to their work.
“Fred Forlock. “Has Master Moriarty finally sent you to deal with the two of us?”
“No, I came on personal business. And while they’re not crazy anarchists, they’re not suicidal enough to attack in broad daylight like this. “Kaat, hehehe!”
In response to Holmes’s sarcasm, Watson immediately took his hand to the pistol that was sleeping in his pocket, but had to turn his head to see Holmes holding his hand.
Holmes shook his head silently, as if it was still okay.
Meanwhile, the wizard, swaggering like a street bully, opened his mouth again.
“Should a guy like me be polite too? “Oh, ladies, I’d like to buy you a drink, is that okay?”
“If you do something stupid, I will shoot you.”
In response to Holmes’ answer, Porok nodded and turned his back as if to guide them. Holmes followed him.
Watson trusted his friend, so he followed him.
I didn’t walk very far. The wizard took the two women to a really close bar.
But strangely enough, when Porok winked, the bar owner broke out in a cold sweat and led them to a corner, and the drunkards who had been sparsely filling the place since broad daylight disappeared at some point.
“f*ck, now that I think about it, I guess I’m on my way after picking up a vampire. “If you’re going to bother me, I’ll handle it properly.”
“Say whatever you want to say. “No, is this a deal offer?”
“It’s similar. “Let’s both let go now.”
