Chapter 526
Chapter 526
Chapter 526: Chapter 411 Succubus Emma Chapter 526: Chapter 411 Succubus Emma Whether it’s Avalon, Star Antimony, or the Iris Flower, when they actually locate spies, they often don’t immediately apprehend them.
Instead, they follow the trail to hunt for more evidence or even take control of the information being sent back by the spy.
When their own spies are captured overseas, they would immediately arrest some spies under surveillance and engage in a hostage exchange with the other side.
Spies are obligated to keep secrets during interrogation, and the agencies behind the spies are also obliged to ransom their captured spies back.
Usually, the exchange is one for one, but if an important spy is caught, they can demand a two-for-one or even a three-for-one exchange.
However, Sherlock leaving Watson behind wasn’t because of his personal friendship with Dr.
Watson.
...
It was because of another very important matter which the Queen also knew about.
That is, Dr.
Watson was part of the restoration faction of the Daffodil Territory.
The Duchy of Narcissus had an okay relationship with Avalon, and their restoration faction was one that Avalon supported.
This was also why the Iris Flower would employ a “hemostasis operation” towards Avalon.
In other words, Dr.
Watson’s son, Andre, was actually a double agent.
When Dr.
Watson sent Andre to the “Chamber,” he relied on his connections.
His immediate exile to Avalon was also orchestrated by his father, Dr.
Watson...
This way, it was easier for him to send intelligence to the Duchy of Narcissus from Avalon without being easily detected by the people of the “Chamber.”
But over the past few years, the political atmosphere in Star Antimony had gradually become tense.
Recently, alchemists and the Demon Scholar clashed openly, even attempting murder on the streets.
The superior who looked after Andre has now been expelled from the Chamber amidst political struggles.
In such a scenario, sending Andre back to Star Antimony would be akin to killing him—because he’s now highly likely to fail a lie detector test.
Although Detective Watson was very confident, in reality, he hadn’t passed Avalon’s screening either.
Andre always thought he was protected by his father’s “Spell” from being detected.
But in reality, there was no such thing.
Or rather, that “Spell” was called “human relations” and “interests.”
Because Detective Watson’s information gathering was so blatantly indiscreet, the Supervisory Court had long since targeted him.
The intelligence sent back by Detective Watson would be intercepted en route by the Supervisory Court, confirmed to be non-problematic, and then allowed to continue on its way.
Every activation of a spy channel increases the risk of exposure and involves a substantial cost.
Therefore, unless the intelligence is extremely important, its volume per transmission should not be too large.
This is why the “Chamber” trains spies to synthesize and analyze what they see and hear, trying to discern the scent of major events from a range of data and details, then consolidate possible conjectures before sending back the summary.
Since many spies are dispatched simultaneously, there is no need to worry about biased information—the many perspectives gathered can often pinpoint a deeper and more complete picture of the incident.
Among all the spies from the “Chamber,” Detective Watson’s conclusions tend to be the most outlandish.
Yet the Supervisory Court would deliberately echo his bizarre deductions, reminiscent of second-rate detective novels, in order to make the fabricated intelligence seem real.
For this reason...
“Significant events?”
Sherlock raised an eyebrow: “What significant events?”
Watson hesitated for a moment, but a mysterious impulse, and trust in the child before him, made him unthinkingly put forth his speculation—after all, it was just a groundless guess: “I suspect that under the influence of the great nobleman Aiwass Moriarty, Avalon may actively declare war on Star Antimony!”
“...
Huh?”
Sherlock paused for a moment.
He felt Watson’s logic was incoherent, completely unfathomable.
So he could only helplessly tap his knee, signaling him to get up: “Let’s go back to Glass Island, Mr.
Watson.
There’s nothing here anymore.
If you care about what he did here, I can tell you about it on the way.
“And if you’re looking for dirt on Aiwass, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.
“He did indeed appear here—but he was involved in a fight to the death with the leader of the Noble Red.
This is no secret, and I can assure you of its veracity, Mr.
Watson.
You might as well record all this in your ridiculous novel.”
Little Sherlock spoke calmly.
Meanwhile, at another place.
On a luxury cruise ship at the harbor, a voluptuous and alluring woman disembarked.
She was dressed in an elegant yellow gown with butterfly-like black dots, which from afar looked like so many eyes.
Her skin was as white as snow, and her bust was impressively large, like sweet and soft mounds of cake.
What made her even more conspicuous was her platinum curly hair and tender, pink pupils.
She had barely stepped off the ship when the crowd screamed with welcome.
They held up signs with the name “Emma” and parted a path through the crowd.
People whispered in surprise asking who “Emma” was, nearly inciting angry fans to violent outbursts.
But before a fight could break out, Arbiters clad in shining silver armor arrived at the scene, maintained order, and prevented the conflict.
More Arbiters arrived one after another, nodding respectfully towards Lady Emma.
Emma simply smiled graciously, waved to the crowd, and elicited even more intense cheers.
Watching the crowd push, curse, and even come to blows just to be near her, she narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing a pleased and alluring smile.
That lusciously tempting sigh, with her breath, gradually permeated the entire harbor area.
And the Arbitration Hall Knights, seemingly presiding over order, already seemed to encircle the entire harbor area.
They watched each other warily and attentively.
—Even without the intelligence from the Supervisory Court, without the eyes of the Gryphons.
When the people on Glass Island smelled that sweet, cloying scent in the air, an illusion like agitation, they knew enough...
That the top powerhouse of Star Antimony’s Fifth Power Level, one of the leaders of the Demon Scholar, Countess Emma, the current First Secretary of the Red Chancellor—had arrived in Avalon openly and unabashedly.
She came in the name of peace.
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