81 – Each person’s illusion (1)
Snow was falling from the winter sky in London. And inside a deserted cafe, two men were smoking cigarettes and chatting while looking at the scenery.
While the moustachioed wizard was relighting his pipe, burning his fingers, a well-dressed young professor was cutting off the end of a fancy cigar, the kind you might burn in a club, to make a new smoke.
“I’m sure you’ll take care of it without worrying about me, but why are you still smoking a pipe, Porok?”
“Isn’t it difficult to change people’s habits, Professor? This is a guy who has shared my hardships and successes with me. I used it before I met the professor, and I still use it to this day, so I can’t easily change it. “A human being must be faithful, right?”
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“Well, that’s right. “I also don’t like people who betray.”
“Professor, is there a type of person you like in the first place?”
James Moriarty also let out a small laugh as if he liked it when Porok said it as a joke. Porok lit the end of his cigar, as if he were skillfully dealing with a superior, and for a moment the two men concentrated only on exhaling smoke.
It was Porok who opened his mouth again. He quietly placed his pipe down on the table, took out a copy of this morning’s newspaper from his inner pocket, and began to smoke.
“By the way, don’t you see me too often these days, Professor? “I’ve been with him from the beginning, but I feel a bit sad these days.”
“Do you want to at least negotiate your salary again? “Now that I think about it, it’s almost time to talk about salary.”
“Don’t judge relationships between people based on material things too much, Professor.”
“Anyway, what did you ask me to do?”
“You can tell just by looking at the newspaper this morning. “Didn’t you already check it?”
With that, Porok put down the newspaper he had taken out on the table. There was a small article on the open page, reporting that Dr. Jekyll’s mansion had burned down in a fire of unknown origin.
But Moriarty shook his head.
“Forok, you know very well that our jobs are made easier by reporters being stupid. “The correct way to receive a report is to hear it directly from the person involved.”
“They all burned. Everything you asked me to do. We also burned all materials related to the drug that turned you into that strange monster, Professor. “Unless Jekyll has hidden the data somewhere else, we won’t be able to make any more.”
“That’s great. “I will consider it during next year’s salary negotiations.”
With that, Moriarty emptied his coffee cup, and Porok waited until the professor put his cup down before speaking again.
Fred Forlock was a successful person within the organization, and he was one of those who started from the bottom.
While gang members were not usually given the right to question, he was one of those who could ask questions to the professor.
That’s why he expressed his personal questions. Of course, such questions never cross the line.
“Anyway, I thought the professor would use that drug. “What is the reason?”
“It’s incomplete. You can tell just by looking at Jekyll right now. “Whether Jekyll or Hyde, if they die in an accident, they no longer have any value.”
“It was an accident, well, it was an unfortunate accident.”
Porok nodded his head as if he understood.
There was silence again. Moriarty noticed that Porok had another question or complaint, but he didn’t dare say it. Due to his personality, he hated troublesome work.
However, despite observing the professor’s unusual behavior, Porok cautiously opened his mouth again.
“Anyway… “Did you say Holmes this time? He was the professor’s former student.”
“Why is that again?”
“That girl—ah, no, that girl. “What on earth is that woman?”
“Porok, as I always say, you have to speak clearly. “Don’t think that others will understand what only you know.”
“Oh, really! You know what I mean, Professor. Therefore… You wouldn’t be lenient just because you’re a former disciple, so why on earth would you let him run wild? Are you telling me that you are just sitting there ignoring the beggars in the City of London? “From what I heard, she’s a girl who plays detective—ah, no, she’s a lady.”
Fred Forrock grew up on the streets, so he was naturally a tough-talking person. But as he survived on the streets, he was also noticed. Therefore, even though I was going to call that woman Sherlock Holmes in a derogatory way as usual, I had no choice but to change it to a more noble expression after observing the professor’s notice.
Moriarty thought for a moment. However, she did not feel the need to explain the special relationship between herself and Sherlock to Porlock, who lived by stuffing her head with her body.
More than anything, Moriarty did not have the confidence to explain the special and complex relationship between the two in a way that a poor friend like Porok could easily understand.
This was often a shortcoming of excellent professors. That’s why she half-heartedly opened her mouth.
“Well, because I’m bored. Just know that. I am a special child who is trying to reveal my identity. So, it’s fun to see how far you can move.”
“If you want to keep an eye on it, raise a goldfish, Professor. Well, I couldn’t understand it to begin with, but the professor seems to be someone I understand more and more every time I meet him. Isn’t it dangerous? “What are you going to do if that self-proclaimed detective actually wins?”
“Do you really think that, Porok?”
“Am I crazy? I’m always on the winning side, professor. So, you’re working under a professor like this.”
At the same time, Porok showed his skills and loyalty by discreetly showing Moriarty his recent scars.
When she went to tell Sweeney what the professor had said, she got a cut on her hand, and Moriarty only gave her a brief look but then ignored it. It seemed as if she already knew about Porok, but she didn’t say much more about it.
“That’s all you need to know. There’s really no need to know any more. Of course, I will win in the end.”
“Yes, yes.”
“So this isn’t the main point? Also, if you want to tell me about your fight with Moran, I’ll just ignore it.”
“Ah, haven’t you really learned mind reading, Professor? “How did you know?”
“It’s a natural inference, considering the stories you tell me every time you meet me, Porok.”
In response to the professor’s answer, Porok scratched his head and forced himself to speak, lowering his voice as if he were serious.
“But this time, I’m saying this because I think that girl, Moran, is going to cross the line a little bit, professor.”
“Peony?”
Moriarty was well aware that Fred Forlock was a racist who discriminated against everything and that he was not on good terms with Moran, who was a werewolf.
In fact, she seems to have an instinctive dislike for Moran and wizards, as she dislikes both Watson and Porok, so she did it.
Neither of them were people who couldn’t tell the difference to the extent that it interfered with their work.
To that extent, even Moriarty couldn’t help but be instantly interested in what Porok said. First of all, Porok was not the one to frame something that did not exist even with empty words.
But at the same time, it was difficult for even Moriarty to believe that Moran could do something that would cross the line.
“Did you know that that wolf girl has been secretly passing herself off as Madame Moriarty these days? Not long ago, he was talking nonsense as if the professor was going to propose to him soon, and told me to stop calling me ‘the hairy whore born from a galvo lover’s orgy with a wolf and a satanic bastard’ and prepare to call me Madame Moriarty or Madam. “I was being sarcastic!”
“Um….”
“Ssipal, what kind of nonsense is that, Professor! And then, since she will give birth to professorial successors and raise them well, a magic swaddle like you should be prepared to live as a foot scrub for my children. How absurd must I have been when the hairy prostitute who was born from an orgy with Satan laughed at me!”
“Porok.”
Moriarty called out to Porok in a low voice to calm him down. Porok paused for a moment, trying to read the professor’s expression as he stared at him in silence.
And then he sighed as if it was absurd.
“No, it’s real?”
“I just gave room for possibility.”
Moriarty nodded, amazed at the fact that Porok could reason with his poor brain.
Of course, Porok still didn’t seem to have the brains to understand.
“No, why? Professor,… It’s not like he’s furry or likes bestiality… “What was it like?”
“Porok.”
“Ah, okay. Because I was surprised, I just spit it out. That’s right, a professor would have just given me a kiss and finished it off.”
“I found out for sure recently, it seems like Peony has feelings for me.”
“Do you know that now? “Of course you knew, but I thought you were ignoring me, but now I see that you are quite clueless when it comes to dating issues.”
“It’s noisy. Anyway, I just created an illusion appropriately. Of course, we have done a good job for Peony so far, but she will be able to make better use of this.”
At the professor’s assurance, Porok could not help but sigh in front of him, which was rare.
“No, professor. It seems like you don’t understand the obsession of horny b*tches in love, but I can’t handle it! “You know how much trouble Mac is going through right now thanks to Jenny!”
“Don’t be stupid, Porok. And I’m not like regular idiots, am I?”
“No…. No. Don’t really cross the line though. “I have no intention of serving a furry bastard as Madame Moriarty, nor a brat with a tail as the professor’s successor.”
“I’ll contact you again later during salary negotiations.”
Moriarty stood up from her seat first, lightly ignoring Porok’s comments.
