I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

Mycroft got out of the passenger seat first, followed closely by the three of them.

Then he took the three of them into the palace.

High-end marble tiles cover the floors and even walls.

The hanging lamps on the corridor walls are inlaid with colorful gems. They shine brightly, making the entire palace look very mysterious.

Watson has no concept of luxury goods because his family has never been wealthy. But anyone who enters this place will be shocked by the luxury here.

Mycroft led them ahead. During this period, there were many staff members in suits and ties walking in the corridor. They saw Mycroft, and almost everyone who passed by greeted him.

Mycroft also nodded with a smile.

But compared to them, it was completely opposite. These people passing by didn't even look at them.

Mycroft has so far never stated his position.

Watson also felt that the man in front of him, who looked to be in his thirties at most, would not have a high position in the Britannian government.

But along the way, things don't seem to be simple.

He led them into a reception room.

The room is not big, with only two sofas, a marble coffee table in the middle, and a precious short-haired carpet embroidered with complex patterns, making people feel comfortable and warm.

The top of the reception room is a golden dome, which depicts people's pursuit of freedom and peace. There is a window on one side of the living room, and outside the window is the courtyard inside the palace. Sunlight shines into the living room through the gap above the courtyard, giving the place a warm atmosphere.

Most of the furniture placed in this reception room is made of gold and ivory, which exudes an ancient and noble atmosphere.

Their value is not only in their materials, but the historical atmosphere contained in them is the most valuable thing. Just because the royal family has used this, even ordinary people's wood has a high price in the auction house.

"Sit down." Mycroft sat on the sofa on one side, crossed his hands on his abdomen, and crossed his legs, looking very relaxed.

Even before they entered the living room, a woman in a suit came over holding a tray with tea sets, placed it on the table, and poured a cup of tea for all of them. It was as if their arrival was predicted in advance.

"If you want to drink coffee, I can ask her to prepare it for you." Mycroft said, "But I suggest drinking tea is better. It's healthy."

"You don't look like a clerk." Watson sat on the sofa opposite him.

Sherlock mocked, "He is a 'little clerk' who can influence the government of Britannia."

Mycroft nodded noncommittally, "Sometimes they are indeed willing to listen to my opinions."

"Okay, let's continue talking about this matter." Mycroft said.

He looked at Locke, "You said you want to report it to your superior?"

Locke nodded, "However, I'm not 100% sure that they will be willing to talk to you."

"Everything is difficult at the beginning, and you can't not take that step just because things are difficult." Mycroft said, "Besides, I also like to face difficulties."

"If you report it like this, nothing will happen?" Watson asked.

"The complexity and uncontrollability of this case are beyond your imagination." Locke said seriously, "I am not the kind of stupid male partner in novels who conceals certain things because of various scruples, causing things to get out of control and causing more problems. Big trouble."

"A very wise decision." Mycroft praised, "I hope all my people are like you."

Locke did not answer. He raised the wand in his hand and tapped it lightly on his temple. Then he pulled out a silver thread, which echoed in the air like a swimming dragon.

Locke grabbed the silver thread, stood up, came to the window, and whistled to the sky.

They heard an eagle cry, and a peregrine falcon flying in the air flew down and landed on Locke's raised arm.

Mycroft observed that there was a glass bottle hanging on the talons of this peregrine falcon, and the silver thread just flew into the glass bottle.

Then the falcon took off again, flying towards an unknown distance.

"Sometimes, the most primitive way is the safest." Mycroft whispered, "No wonder you are so hidden."

"Don't you care about hiding magic at all now?" Sherlock said. He knew the rules of the organization behind Locke.

Locke shrugged, "People in the Exorcist Department have some exemptions. The main reason why I hesitate to use magic in front of you is because I am currently in the period of becoming a regular member. If I cause some trouble, the period of regularization will be delayed. .

But in this situation, hiding is no longer necessary. And I think that this time, while it is a disaster, it should also be an opportunity.

If they don't agree to provide you with some information, get some cooperation.

So"

Locke looked at Mycroft, "There is a high probability that it will be as you think, and the memories of all of you who know about this matter will be modified."

Mycroft narrowed his eyes, but still had a smile on his face and whispered softly. "It's really cruel."

"Just like your government, it has intricate power structures, and the world of magic is the same." Locke sat back on his chair, "If there are conservatives, then naturally there will be radicals, there will be good people, and of course there will be bad people. So. No one knows which side will win in the end."

Mycroft silently picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip. "It sounds like you have had similar fights in the past. You said before that in the original magical world, anyone who showed magic in front of humans would be arrested, but now it's no longer the case. Same thing. Let me guess, at that time, the radicals among you won, right?"

Locke silently turned his head to look at Mycroft, then looked at Sherlock who was also drinking tea silently, and he said silently for a moment.

"In a sense, you two brothers are really alike."

"Second." Watson answered.

Locke sat back on the sofa and sighed, "When dealing with you, I always feel like I'm seeing through everything. It's like I have the ability to read minds."

After a pause, he pondered for a moment, seeming to be organizing his words.

"About a hundred years ago, a Dark Lord chose to lead a group of magicians to cause turmoil in order to resist the system at that time.

He plans to completely integrate the magical world with the human world, rule mankind with magic, and build a huge magical empire. "

Mycroft smiled, "Humans are always like this. When you are not willing to change to one extreme, things will always change to the other extreme. There are few middle options."

"Then what?" Watson asked.

"Obviously it failed." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "otherwise we wouldn't be sitting here drinking tea."