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Miss Natasha, the eldest daughter of the Earl of Dolley, is a well-known beauty in the circle. The sociable Miss Natasha is outgoing and likes to hold balls very much. It was the first time.

The young talents naturally wanted to take this opportunity to win Miss Natasha's favor, not to mention immediately making a marriage contract, and being lucky enough to kiss Fangze is also something worth showing off.

It's just that the young people present really didn't expect that the freak Mycroft Holmes would appear on the scene. Mycroft, who has always been too lazy to talk to others, chose to attend this banquet for some reason, even though it was just now There was already quite a commotion upon entering the door.

"Why is that unappetizing kid here?" A young man holding a wine glass looked towards Mycroft across the bonfire.

Hearing the young man's words, the aristocratic man beside him couldn't help squinting his eyes and looked into the distance together. The aristocratic man has slightly curly blond hair, and the wine red velvet bow tie on his body and the well-tailored suit made him look even more Noble temperament is different.

He lightly raised his hand and took a sip of the wine, then asked lightly, "Who are you talking about?"

"Oh! Lord Pembasa, you don't know something. That boy is Mycroft Holmes, a student of Trinity College." The young man beside him spoke indignantly.

And the aristocratic man whom he called Lord Peng Basha only nodded his head and asked with some doubts: "It looks like a good-looking talent, what's the problem?"

"Hmph~ He's just a squire's son, he's a bit smart and won't even say unnecessary words to us people, his arrogance is even bigger than God! Those who don't know think he is some prince!" The young man didn't Angrily complaining.

As soon as the voice fell, a few people gathered around from the left and right sides, and they rushed to add the "shameless behavior" of this genius boy.

"It's this Sherlock Holmes who actually laughed at me as a goldfish head, saying that my memory can only be compared with that of a goldfish!"

"That's right! It's not about you alone. Either Holmes doesn't speak, or when he speaks, it's all these harsh and sarcastic remarks. There are no etiquette rules at all, let alone winks."

"He didn't even participate in the dance held by the school, why did he come here today? It seems that the so-called aloof character is all prevarication, use it to coax the children!"

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The classmates who are familiar with Mycroft, behind the bonfire with him, are crazily speaking ill of Mycroft, sarcasm, and ridicule. These humiliations that Mycroft once gave them face to face seem to be vented behind their backs Had a good time.

At this time, although Mycroft was standing alone in front of the bonfire and looking at the starry sky, he didn't need to get close to him to already foresee what those noble children who usually disliked him are gathering together to say about him. The gossip of Sherlock Holmes.

But even if he knew, he didn't care. It's unreasonable for people to be angry with goldfish and preach. It would be irresponsible for him to waste time on these people.

He has always hated coming to such social occasions, but today he had to come. Even though he was out of tune with everything around him, he was still forcing himself to adapt. After all, compared with what he wanted, this temporary pain was nothing. What kind of.

Mycroft didn't want to come to such a social occasion, not only because he hated dealing with those goldfish heads, but also because he was at a loss for the favor of young ladies.

The dignified Mycroft not only has excellent intelligence, but also has a correct appearance. Compared with those men who are only busy being courteous, his inhuman and indifferent personality makes him even more special.

Natasha took a fancy to her at a glance, but there didn't seem to be much distance between the two of them, and she couldn't move an inch.

"Miss Natasha! It's a pleasure to attend your party. I wonder if Earl Dulle..."

"Miss Natasha! Miss Natasha! Do you remember me? Last time I..."

"..."

Almost the moment she appeared, the crowd surrounded her, all talking and making friends with her.Miss Natasha, as the brightest star in Vanity Fair, has long been used to such scenes, she nodded and smiled politely in front of everyone's compliments.

And because of this one step difference, after the crowd dispersed, the man Natasha had her eyes on at first had already disappeared into the endless night without a trace.

And all this happening quietly was a secret that was never known to Mycroft who just wanted to leave here quickly.He quickly waited for the person he had been waiting for, and only followed his servants to the Levi Hook Manor.

Different from the hustle and bustle of the "Brumaire Party" held in the wilderness, this historic Levihoek Manor is surrounded by strange silence, just like in the fairy tale books that Athena loves to read, lifeless, maybe there is something wrong with it. There might be a vampire hiding.

Mycroft didn't care, he just followed the servant up the steps slowly, and turned a few more corners before coming to a room.The aged servant bent slightly and said respectfully, "Mr. Holmes, Mr. Paisle is waiting for you inside."

After saying that, the servant turned around and left without waiting for Mycroft to respond.

Facing the lacquered door carved with rose patterns and a folding fan in front of him, Mycroft took a deep breath, and finally raised his hand and knocked on the door, only to get a response before walking in.

Waiting inside was a bald man in his 60s, the same Mr. Pessel mentioned by the previous servant.Paisle was sitting quietly on the sofa, holding a book in his hand, but because of the distance, Mycroft couldn't read the words on the cover clearly.He just stood up when he saw Mycroft enter the door, took off the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked at Mycroft with a smile.

"Rosell never said you were so young when I recommended you." Paisle spoke authentic royal English, no matter the accent or manners, he was just as Mycroft imagined. Impeccable.

Mycroft took off the fedora hat on his head before approaching, he held his chest and smiled slightly: "Mr. Paisle, please forgive me for being so excited, seeing you is just a part of my dream thing."

"Oh? Then it seems that the things in the dream will still come true!" Paisle smiled and asked Mycroft to sit down. He reached out and closed the book in his hand and put it upside down on the sofa.

Mycroft seldom showed such an excited expression, but in front of a genius like Paisle, Mycroft was like a child seeing candy, his emotions were all written on his face.

Paisle straightened his neckline and said with a smile: "I'm sorry to invite you to meet here, but I really have a lot of schedules. I missed the night at Earl's house and I'm going to India. So ...Please forgive me!"

Mycroft pursed his lips, completely forgetting all the pain of communication, and only looked at Mr. Paisle as if he was looking at God.

"Mr. Holmes!" Paisle smiled slightly, "To tell you the truth, I saw your academic performance, almost full marks, impeccable and excellent, I believe this is also the reason why my old friend Roselle recommended you! But... …if you want to be my colleague, that's not enough!"

Facing Paisle's straight-forward question, Mycroft didn't feel the slightest bit of discomfort, nor did he reveal any uneasiness.He still smiled at Paisler, and said confidently: "Before I introduce myself or show off myself, please allow me to describe you and your work first, can you?"

Paisle raised his eyebrows slightly and did not reject Mycroft's proposal, but instead lit a cigar with great interest.

Mycroft cleared his throat slightly, and said lightly: "Professor Russell described you to me...an outstanding philosopher with an extraordinary IQ, who chose to devote himself to creating a career that never existed before."

Paisle nodded and said, "He's right!"

"Then I didn't realize it was like looking in a mirror until I saw you today. You disdain the so-called superficial achievements and the exaggerated descriptions you hear, so I am very honored that you took the time to meet me.

It's your job to have someone who is observant and good at putting together analysis to arrive at the best answer to make a choice.And I... am not here to be your colleague, but to be you!Be the one who makes the decisions just like you! "

Paisle looked up excitedly, "Young man, do you know what you're talking about? Be me? Do you know what kind of decisions I make every day? It's not something as simple as Natasha organizing a party Things, my decision may cause a war, or it may cause a nation to perish, you know?"

"For the honor and interests of the British Empire, this is the ultimate goal. You are an amazing genius, and you have such a department. In other words, all decisions of this department revolve around you. spin around.

And you... your memory is no longer so clear, right?Is your talent starting to wane?Maybe someday you won't even be able to match those goldfish heads out there!At that point, your recession will result in the demise of an entire department!All your painstaking efforts and ambitions will no longer exist.

You need a successor, and that's why I'm here! "

Following Mycroft's words, Paisle's brows became more and more serious, and all his thoughts were clearly seen just after meeting this young man for the first time.He even knew about his own memory decline, how did he know?

Mycroft seemed to understand his question clearly, pointed to the book on the sofa, and said with a faint smile: "Your IQ and memory are far from being useful for such things as bookmarks. You are all ashamed of yourself, so people like me who can never forget a book after reading it once don’t need a bookmark, and you...how can you use it?”

Mycroft looked at Paisle with a smile. As the back wave, he even said a little aggressively: "Then there is only one possibility, your god-given thing... no longer exists! Your memory...begins to gradually degenerate , isn't it?"

Paisle stroked the stubble on his chin, and looked at Mycroft with a blank expression. Just as Roselle said, he has a courageous ambition and excellent observation skills, all of which are completely in line with him. expected.

But when he really wanted to admit that he was inferior to him, the arrogance of genius still involuntarily came out to make trouble.

Paisle held his chin and smiled lightly: "You are right! I am old, and the talents I once possessed have not only disappeared but have gradually affected my real life. But you are not the one I want to find. people!

May I ask you, a person who is uneasy about going to parties, how can you take over my job and enjoy drinking in high society in various countries and obtaining information? "

Paisle's sudden attack made Mycroft a little dumbfounded. This is indeed a fact before him. If he wants to succeed Paisle's position and become one of the most powerful people in the entire country, communication is not only inevitable, It will even occupy most of his life.

The long silence also made Paisle sure that he had grasped his weakness.

Paisle smiled lightly and said, "I have an attention here. My niece Natasha is the host of today's Brumaire Party. She is a very good communicator. If you can get her advice, you I might consider your suggestion! After all, apart from communication, I can't seem to find a gentleman as smart and young as you!"

After hearing Paisle's words, Mycroft suddenly stood up and said respectfully, "I will not let down the opportunity you gave me!"

"That's it!" Paisle also stood up, and said with a smile, "See you next time when the moon is full! I hope that in a month, you can fully realize how to deal with the nobles of the upper class! By the way By the way, you have to find Natasha by yourself, she is a difficult girl!"

"Really?" Mycroft just smiled lightly, and then answered Paisle's intentional slap in the face.

The meeting between Mycroft and Paisle did not exceed half an hour, but when he left the Levyhook Manor, he felt that he had only been in for 10 minutes.What was the noise outside before entering, and it was still the same after coming out, without any change at all.

Although Mycroft complained that these people were wasting time on this aspect, he was even more afraid that he would join them and become a part of it.

Mycroft picked up the wine glass from the side, took a sip casually, and then walked straight towards Natasha. He likes to go straight to the point, and doing things this way is the most efficient.

From the moment he stepped into this wilderness, Mycroft noticed this young girl in a red dress. The confidence and radiance on her face far surpassed that of anyone in the party, surrounded by many men like The situation of Zhongxing Gongyue also shows how unique her position and popularity as the party host are.

How to get her help?

After drinking the red wine, Mycroft whispered awkwardly, "Miss Natasha!"

However, amidst the music and hilarity, Mycroft's shout was quickly drowned in the noisy environment, like a handful of sand being thrown into the sea, without even a sound being heard.

Mycroft called again, "Miss Natasha!"

And the loudness this time... seemed a little too much, because in addition to Natasha, there were a group of men and women around him.

After the silent silence, there was a burst of wild laughter.

Even Natasha couldn't help it. She looked at the dumbfounded man in front of her. Isn't this the same one she saw before?It seems that under this gentleman's appearance, there is a stupid but lovely heart hidden!

"Yes, sir! I am Natasha!" The girl's gentle smile, like the moonlight today, is admired by everyone but nine days away, they can't get close.

If she is the sky, then the moon hidden in the mist.Well, I will be a bird now, so I will definitely fly higher and be closer to you!

Natasha thoughtfully led him away from the crowd, and walked out. The girl's delicate smile seemed to see through all the disguises of Mycroft as a shy man.

"Haven't we met before?" Natasha started.

Mycroft smiled slightly: "No Miss, this is the first time I've been to such a place!"

"A place like this? What kind of place is this?" Natasha looked up at him, the gentleman-like man was covered by the shadow of the fedora hat, and only his thin lips said slowly: "I mean... er ...I don't really like to go to any parties, in fact I'm a... very shy person!"

Natasha shook her head and said with a smile: "Then what made you muster up the courage to come here? Come and talk to me?"

"Hmm..." Mycroft hesitated slightly and did not speak the truth. After thinking for a long time, he smiled lightly: "It's the initiation ceremony of the Brotherhood, you know those annoying people will always..."

Natasha raised her hand and quickly replied, "Let you do something you don't like to do, right?"

"That's right!" Mycroft nodded affirmatively, "So I have to attend several banquets and parties in a row, and learn to know and talk to everyone at the party..."

Natasha smiled lightly, looked at Mycroft very indifferently, and comforted: "What's the problem? Why don't you... follow me! I often attend various parties and banquets, sir, you... ..."

"Oh!" Mycroft was slightly stunned. It wasn't until then that he realized that he hadn't even introduced his name. He took off the fedora hat on his head, bent down and kissed the back of Natasha's hand, and said respectfully...

"Mycroft Holmes, miss!"

"So this is where you and Mike first met?"

Athena leaned in Lestrade's arms, and the two listened attentively to Mrs. Pembasa talking about this old story. Mrs. Pembasa downplayed it as if the Natasha in the story was not her .

Lestrade frowned and said, "So what Mycroft said about the fraternity is actually... lying to us?"

"It's not just Mr. Inspector who lied to you, he also lied to me at the beginning!" Mrs. Pembasa stood up and poured the wine, and said with a smile on her lips: "Just use such a cover to trick me into taking him into the The vanity fairs of the upper class in London, now that I think about it... I was really easy to deceive!"

Athena supported Lestrade's shoulders, put her head on the sofa and said with a smile: "It's not that you are easy to deceive, but that he really doesn't change his expression when he tells a lie! And there is... You must have fallen in love with him the moment you saw him, right? The emotion of love can obscure people's insight most!"

"That's right!" Mrs. Pembasa raised her eyebrows slightly, "How much love is in the heart, how sweet the time spent with him is, and how angry you will be when you know the truth!"

As soon as this was said, Lestrade and Athena glanced at each other, and they lay on the back of the sofa in tacit understanding, staring at Mrs. Pembasa intently, looking forward to the final outcome.

Mrs. Pembasha just picked up the wine glass and smiled calmly: "So the second he said he liked me, I agreed to Pembasha's marriage proposal without hesitation!

My husband, while not as smart as Mike, has been honest with me all his life and has been a wonderful husband all his life! "

Mrs. Bippenbasha took a sip of her wine before saying, "In the end, although Mycroft got the power he always wanted, he always...missed me! What a pity!"

Mrs. Pembasa clicked her lips, but there was no regret or regret in her eyes. She never regretted her revenge for a moment!Because she really got happiness, even though her husband died too early due to illness, she once really held happiness in her hands.

On the contrary, Mycroft will always regret it in his heart. Even if he marries a wife and has children in the future, there will always be a trace of regret in his heart!

If he had told the truth at the very beginning... what would everything have been like?

The author has something to say: This article is completely over here!I know a lot of cherubs thought it ended abruptly, but... I think it's time to say goodbye!

Recently, I have a lot of things in the world outside of the novel, and I have not been able to update twice a day. First of all, I want to say sorry!

Secondly, because this is the first time I am trying to write such a fast-paced novel, I have to write at least a few turning points in each chapter, otherwise some little angels will feel very watery... The pressure is really great, and I have no manuscript and no experience , I feel that I am a three-no product, and I am full of collapse every day!In addition, although there are two thousand in the collection, the average end point is more than 100, less than two hundred. I am still a cold commenter, but it is actually quite miserable hahaha...

In the end, everything is my fault!If I fail to bring you a better viewing experience, I will continue to work hard!Continue to accumulate!

The next article will be updated on the 23rd of this month, because I have an exam on the 22nd, and I can’t update it in the recent period, but I will save the manuscript and continue to study!There are little angels who want to read the next article, don't forget to see you on the 23rd, okay?

good luck!

The next article, "[Qing Chuan] Fifth Elder Brother, He Intermittently Salted Fish" will be updated on the 23rd of this month!

Wenbo Life and Death House Yin Qi once traveled to the Kangxi Dynasty, and became the most non-existent good old Yin Qi among the Kangxi masters.

When the milk dumpling grows up, you have to study hard, and before your hair grows, you have to lead the army to fight. Are you kidding me?

Yinqi: I can't!I can not!At best, I can fry peanuts in the kitchen.

System: No way?No, you can only explode on the spot!

Yinqi: I can do it!I can!I can't, who can?

After a day of hard study

Yinqi: I can't!I can not!You make me explode!

System: Seeing how pitiful you are, let me give you a few days off!

Yinqi: What fake?

System: There are always a few days every month... let you be a salted fish with peace of mind.

Since then, the fifth elder brother Yinqi always has a few days every month to eat and wait to die, eat, drink and play with good luck, get what you want, and get what you want.You don't have to work hard and you can get everything just by being a salted fish. There are rumors that the fifth elder brother calls this the "salted fish period"!

The eunuchs and maids in the palace worshiped the salted fish one after another after hearing the rumors, begging the salted fish immortal to save all sentient beings and bless the "salted fish period".

Small theater: One day, Lord Long Live will check your brother's homework.

Prince Xiaoye: If the world is safe, you must first rectify yourself...

Fourth elder brother: The way to university lies in Ming Mingde...

Fifth elder brother: I ate two steamed buns for lunch today, they taste good!

Long Live Lord: My Xiaowu really shares joys and sorrows with the common people!My little Wu is really gentle and kind, willing to suffer from his body and skin, and will surely achieve a great career in the future!

Brothers:? ? ?

Brother Six: Ah...Ama, I ate three for lunch!

Long Live Lord: Hmph~ Idiot!Don't eat tonight!