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Chapter 706
Chapter 706: Chapter 94 Mr.
Red Wine Chapter 706: Chapter 94 Mr.
Red Wine In the early morning, Aiwass slowly woke up.
Last night, he had already gotten in touch with Isabel and told her about “Hell’s Metamorphosis: Puppet Play” and the “Puppet-Face Manual.”
By now, Isabel was probably already on her way to pick them up at the drop point in the Cathedral of Candle Master—after all, such items were too valuable and also very dangerous.
It was not very convenient to have someone else pick them up.
Meanwhile, Aiwass could start handling the related affairs in the Holy Nation.
While having breakfast, Aiwass narrated the matter of the three Trolls to Sherlock and Lily.
...
“...Mr.
Red Wine?”
Sherlock muttered, “And, coincidentally, he’s also working in the southern continent...”
Aiwass seemed somewhat surprised, “You’ve heard of his name?”
Given Sherlock’s excellent memory, he might be able to provide some additional insight.
“I’m not sure if it’s the same person.”
Sherlock pondered for a while, then slowly set down the coffee cup he was holding, “But from the description of his appearance, I’m at least eighty percent sure.
Even if it isn’t him, I could...
perhaps provide some food for thought.”
...Gossip?
Aiwass became interested, “Go on.”
He twirled a piece of bacon with his fork into the shape of a cigarette and placed it onto Sherlock’s plate in front of him.
Sherlock unabashedly took it in his mouth, humming with it perched like a cigar, “This is a point not many know...
Aiwass, do you know Bram Stoker?”
“Sounds familiar.”
Aiwass recalled briefly, “Can you remind me again?”
“He’s a best-selling author.”
“...Oh, the one who wrote ‘Dracula’?”
Aiwass thought for a while longer before he finally remembered.
Back then, it was Miss Croix who distributed that book in Avalon, and at that time Shadow Demon quite liked using her voice.
Now that Shadow Demon had become Night Fiend, it no longer used Croix’s sweet and intimate voice...
Thinking about it, he found himself missing her.
“Mr.
Stoker, when he first started writing novels, used a pen name.
His father did not allow him to engage in novel writing.”
With the bacon cigar in his mouth, Sherlock used a fork to draw a triangle on the table with tomato sauce, “He used to be called Bram Asaad.
His father was the Deputy Chief of the Supervisory Court—yes, that subordinate of Edward.
Aiwass certainly knows.”
“...So his father hoped he would join the Supervisory Court?” Lily asked.
Aiwass nodded and added, “That makes sense.”
Aiwass was acquainted with Deputy Chief Asaad.
After all, when Isabel had just succeeded the throne, Aiwass oversaw all the personnel changes.
He had been working in the Supervisory Court for a long time, even longer than Edward had been there.
However, he really had no talent in the Transcendent domain.
His thoughts were rigid and conservative, so he saw it as a ‘shameful act of leakage, causing people to lose their awe of the Supervisory Court and tarnishing the reputation of colleagues’, and he was immediately furious.
He conducted a full-scale lie detector test within the Supervisory Court and easily dragged him out — at that time, it was also discovered that he had read illegal Codex Books.
Thus, everyone in Avalon knew the true name of ‘Mr.
Red Wine’.
“Out of consideration for Vice-Chief Asaad’s face, he was only dismissed and spared imprisonment.
But from then on, Asaad could only remain as the Vice-Chief...
It was after that Edward leapfrogged over the old Vice-Chief and took office.
“And after that, he ran away from home.
His unfinished novel manuscripts and Codex Books were taken into custody by the Supervisory Bureau.
“After leaving Avalon, Bram changed his last name to Stoker — that was his mother’s surname before marrying.
Afterward, he no longer used a pen name but created only under his real name, Bram Stoker.
Nowadays, very few people remember who Mr.
Red Wine was...”
Sherlock sighed, “I remember him because I quite liked his novels.
I never thought I’d hear his name in a place like this...”
“What happened next?”
Aiwass asked, “Did he then reside in the Southern Continent?”
“No, after leaving Avalon, he first settled in the Iris Kingdom.
So ‘Dracula’ also came from there.
“About two years ago, just after ‘Dracula’ was published and became a big hit, he was interviewed by an Iris Kingdom journalist.
At that time, he said that he often went to the mysterious Southern Continent and the Parthian Ancient Country for travel and inspiration...
If that ‘Mr.
Red Wine’ really is him, I’m afraid he has been using writing as a cover to engage in troll trade back and forth between the two places all these years.”
“That’s illegal, isn’t it?” Lily couldn’t help interjecting.
“Of course.”
Aiwass narrowed his eyes slightly, “The esteemed author should still be in the Holy Nation.
And he’s somewhere between the First and Fifth Rings.
“By the way, Sherlock...
how strong is he as a Transcendent?”
“Not very clear.
But he certainly isn’t strong.”
Sherlock shook his head, “When he was dismissed from the Supervisory Court, he was only at the Second Power Level.
In fact, if he had been at the Third Power Level, he wouldn’t have been dismissed.
Reaching the Third Power Level in one’s early twenties meant there was a good chance of becoming the Chief Inspector or even entering the Arbitration Hall.
But at that time, he was almost thirty years old, still only at the Second Power Level.”
“So he must be of the Path of Beauty?
Judging from his character, perhaps there’s also a hint of the Path of Adaptation...”
Aiwass pondered, “Since he is a Transcendent of the Path of Beauty, I need to ask Master Yanis about it.”
“Let’s go to Cardinal Loki first.”
Sherlock drained his cup of coffee in one gulp, gracefully wiped his mouth, and said calmly, “I’ll go with you to make sure you don’t overlook anything.”
“Then I’ll come along too.”
Lily said cheerfully.