Chapter 579: Chapter 6 Yunus’s Commission Letter Chapter 579: Chapter 6 Yunus’s Commission Letter Although Sherlock had sworn an oath and promised he would remain a bachelor for life, this didn’t mean he was ignorant of feelings.
He looked at Aiwass, then glanced at Isabel whose cheeks were somewhat flushed, and he understood what was going on.
His initial feeling had indeed been correct.
Isabel had indeed been unable to resist Aiwass’s charm…
Luckily, Aiwass was a good man.
It was, after all, a good match.
Speaking in hindsight, it now seemed that there wasn’t a more eligible bachelor in all of Avalon than Aiwass.
So Sherlock fell into silence for a moment before he spoke faintly, “Should I congratulate you?”
The implication was when are you two getting engaged?
“Let’s wait until I get back,” Aiwass said with a smile.
Sherlock squinted slightly, half in sarcasm and half as a warning, “Then you should be careful on your way—according to the conventions of novels and dramas, dangerous situations seem to arise when someone says something like that.”
“You’re too early with that thought, Sherlock,” Aiwass said as he ruffled his hair, replying cheerfully, “You need to come with me too.”
Sherlock couldn’t believe it, “Why?
I have so many cases to solve!”
“Let Hayna handle those cases, it’s time for her to get some practice,” Aiwass said nonchalantly, “Are you suggesting that Lily and I go alone?
Besides you, who else can I bring?”
“…Is Edward not suitable?”
“He is indeed traveling with me, but he’s taking a ship to the Iris Flower for a diplomatic mission.”
Sherlock murmured his complaint but quickly bucked up, “Alright then.
I’ve never been to the Holy Nation; it will be a good opportunity to broaden my horizons.
Besides, there is also a case there…”
As he spoke, he rummaged through a letter from the bag at his waist, “Take a look at this, Aiwass.”
Aiwass casually asked as he took the document.
At the same time, he stuffed the document he had been carrying in his arms into Sherlock’s hands, “Good, don’t waste time, you look at this too—I was planning to give it to you yesterday when I visited your house.”
“A letter from a client in the Holy Nation…
And what is this that you have?”
Sherlock’s brow furrowed tightly.
Seeing the “Confidential” mark on the file, he hesitated to open it, “Am I allowed to see this?”
“I’ve given you the authorization, go ahead and read it.
It’s about my sister; I’ve already read it once.
You might remember her, so help me take a look and analyze it,” Aiwass answered offhandedly as he opened the letter, “But you may have heard about it…
after all, it was your brother who investigated it for me.”
“That I did not, as Mycroft is tight-lipped.
He’s not the type to discuss his work with family,” Sherlock defended his brother as he opened the document and began to read it attentively.
Isabel watched the two of them standing there and starting to read and sighed helplessly.
She pulled them to sit in the pavilion, and then she beckoned the maids to bring over some tea and pastries.
As Aiwass read the letter, he began to feel that the tone and story within it were somewhat familiar.
He read halfway through and then skipped directly to the end to glance at the sender’s name.
It was from a Bard named “Yunus” from the Holy Nation.
Yunus was quite renowned and respected within Avalon.
He was an outstanding luthier and a reasonably competent Bard.
Carrying his custom guitar, he traveled the country, earning his living from performances.
His daily diet was very ordinary, no more than commoner’s fare, even close to a beggar’s meals.
His clothing was ragged, at best only called clean, sometimes even lost.
He looked like a wayfarer, covered with dust.
All his earnings would be given to the local poor before leaving a city, never keeping a penny for himself, only carrying food, a sleeping bag, a short sword, a bow, and his guitar as he wandered the world.
As a third Energy Level Bard, he still had quite respectable Strength in the current version.
Thus, he would take on acts of valor alone—sometimes he could win and would turn his adventures into songs to boast of his exploits.
But sometimes he would fail, though fortunately, he was quite good at escaping, which is why he always adventured alone, for it made it easier to flee.
If he encountered an enemy he couldn’t defeat, he would compose a catchy and easy-to-sing song for them.
He’d incorporate all kinds of intelligence into the lyrics—like the enemy’s misdeeds, capabilities, location, and force size—and spread it far and wide.
And then, as the song spread, his enemies would die.
—Because either a strong person would hear his song and, having nothing better to do, would head directly to the location mentioned in the lyrics, or the negative impact would be so severe, and public opinion so inflamed, that the Supervisory Court would be alerted, and then Avalon’s authorities would come to investigate and resolve the issue.
Even the Supervisory Court, however, surely didn’t know the true identity of this Yunus.
He was Prince Albert, Isabel’s biological father.
After his wife, brothers, and sisters all died because of a Curse, he abandoned Isabel and fled from the Hall of Silver and Tin.
He was a master at Illusion Technique, changing his appearance.
The identity he now used, “Yunus,” was indeed a real person—a poet friend of Prince Albert at the time he first fled Glass Island, the two of whom had teamed up to perform acts of chivalry and heroism on their travels.
Later they attracted a strong adversary in the wild, and Yunus died to save Albert.
At that moment, the disheartened Albert used an illusion to change his appearance to that of his friend.
Mimicking his voice, tone, and habits…
as if the person who had died was Prince Albert, and the one who lived was Yunus.