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Chapter 463

Chapter 463: Chapter 364: The Lost Secret Intelligence Chapter 463: Chapter 364: The Lost Secret Intelligence The Moriarty Family did not employ a residential gardener, instead they would periodically hire renowned horticulturists to tend to the garden.

Juan Sorensen used to be a professor of biology at the Royal Law University.

He was known in the circles of the Knight Family for arranging his own garden beautifully and for keeping the flowers in excellent condition.

For this reason, after he retired, his status and income actually increased—many people wanted to hire Old Juan to plan their garden layouts, and it even became a trend among the nobility.

But securing his services still required some connections...

and Old Moriarty had them, as he was an old friend of Professor Sorensen.

“Did you enjoy your trip, Aiwass?”

Old Juan had watched both Aiwass and Edward grow up, so he knew why Aiwass had been away and could call him and Edward by their first names directly: “You’ve come back just in time—Edward is rarely home today.”

“He’s not at work today?” Aiwass paused and asked carefully.

...

“Yes, Edward seems to be entertaining a visitor.

The man is dressed in a naval uniform and looks quite young.

He should be about the same age as Edward.”

The old gardener thought for a moment, then answered, “He might be a friend of Edward’s, I guess.

The young man looked pretty happy when he saw Edward.”

“...How rare, for big brother to actually have a friend his own age.”

Aiwass felt it strange: “I’ve never heard about this.”

Given Edward’s stiff and serious nature, one who rarely joked or laughed, the fact that he became friends with Sherlock, who was equally eccentric, was the only explanation.

Edward’s appearance was different from that of Aiwass and Yulia; no matter how one looked at him, he could not be considered handsome, he merely possessed symmetrical features and kept himself neat and clean.

When dressed in formal attire, he resembled a conference speaker—always serious and reassuring.

But if he donned the clothes of a commoner and let down his neatly combed-back slick hair, he could easily blend into the crowd.

He was a person who disliked sharing his private thoughts and secrets with others.

Even after becoming good friends with Sherlock over the years, he still kept nearly all his secrets to himself.

And this was one of the few strong points in Edward’s social interactions—he at least kept his mouth shut, never revealing any gossip he heard to others.

His expression was always stern; he hardly ever reacted to other people’s jokes or stories, nor would he choose to read the room and provide a timely response at an “appropriate” social gathering.

He was always forthright when he had something to say, and if he had nothing that needed to be said, he would maintain silence.

He had a strong dislike for those who approached him with flattery and would, if his annoyance reached its peak, stand up and leave without giving the other person face.

As a widower, he also posed a dilemma for the young women who admired him, finding it awkward and difficult to approach him.

—As the saying goes, the living cannot compete with the dead.

For this reason, whenever Edward appeared at a more relaxed social event, even the laughter and chatter of others could be hushed by his presence.

Edward quickly realized this and decided not to attend such gatherings.

One of Edward’s few hobbies was probably music, which was one of the reasons he was able to become friends with Sherlock.

Sherlock preferred the more lyrical and melodious type that allowed his brain to relax, while Edward favored a more solemn, heavy, and tragic style.

But occasionally, they would attend the same concert.

And after such concerts, Sherlock would come back seeming more relaxed; Edward would return even more silent and morose.

It felt like if Edward were in the modern day, he would be the kind of person who reliably opens NetEase Cloud Music at midnight.

In contrast to his severe lack of “friends” in his personal life, Edward’s work reputation was excellent.

He was known for being dependable, decisive, meticulous, and always capable of keeping secrets—which was exactly why he could assume the role of Glass Island Inspector General at such a young age.

The influence of the Founding Families was minimal in this regard.

After all, the Moriarty Family could ultimately have only one heir, and the rest could not even keep the Moriarty surname.

When Aiwass entered, he saw that the living room was incredibly bright.

He was stunned for a moment before realizing...

this was “Golden Dawn,” the Demonic Painting that Master Yanis had gifted him.

The resplendent golden light mixed with the deep red of the rising sun emanated from the sacred structure made of gold at the center, casting its glow on the two people conversing in the living room.

It made the moment seem like time had reverted back to sunrise.

The man sitting on the sofa was indeed about the same age as Edward, just as Professor Sorensen had said.

Upon hearing someone approaching, he stopped talking very nervously.

“You’re back.”

Edward nodded at Aiwass, a rare smile on his face.

He turned to the man and said, “Perfect timing, Captain Camus.

Aiwass is back now; you can repeat your question.”

“Something concerning me as well?”

Aiwass said with interest, leaning on the side of the sofa where Edward was sitting.

He assessed the young navy officer named Camus.

Camus had neatly cropped short hair and a long, thin face.

His high nose bridge and prominent cheekbones, beneath deep eye sockets that should hold spirited eyes, now looked exceedingly haggard.

“It’s closely related to you.”

Edward turned back, answering seriously, “Do you have any information about a woman named Aleister?”

“...Huh?”

Aiwass was taken aback.

For a moment, he didn’t know what to say.

“Allow me to explain, Minister...

You are qualified to know this matter.”

Captain Camus clearly knew about Aiwass’s appointment.

“Since this is of the utmost secrecy, involving diplomatic confidentiality and espionage, theoretically I shouldn’t speak of it to anyone...”

Camus glanced nervously at Lily.

Although he knew that for a personal maid there are no secrets, and if Lily wanted information, she could also inquire from Aiwass...

from Camus’s standpoint, he had to prevent any possibility of leaking information.

Or rather, any possibility of leaks coming from his side.

Lily was also very familiar with such situations.

She nodded slightly and left the living room to go chat with Edward’s personal manservant.

“Go ahead, Captain.”

Aiwass looked at Camus: “What exactly do you want to say?”

“...I lost a letter.”

Camus lowered his head, avoiding Aiwass’s sharp gaze, “It was important intelligence intercepted from the Iris Flower—

“According to the Iris Flower’s spy feedback from Star Antimony, the Royal Secret Agent ‘Aleister’ from Avalon...

is actually a spy for the Star Antimony people.”

“...Ah?”

Aiwass was stunned.