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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.

He wasn’t just stuck at the third energy level early on, but his soul got damaged when he was very young, so he had no potential for advancement any longer.

The Arbitration Hall could offer high salaries, join the Round Table Hall, and become a ministerial candidate because they were “prospective fifth energy level.” This preferential treatment, in fact, was an investment in the future…

that is, to keep all potential fifth energy level Transcendents within reach.

—After all, Transcendents couldn’t possibly leap several levels out of thin air; a fifth energy level would certainly emerge from the fourth.

And a damaged soul meant they no longer had the potential to reach the fifth energy level.

Therefore, those Transcendents who barely managed to reach the fourth energy level might not be able to join the Arbitration Hall…

They could become local leaders of some sort, like the head of the Supervisory Bureau.

But they might not qualify to enter the Round Table Hall.

Because Deputy Chief Asaad had exhausted his potential early on, and even after Edward left to serve as a diplomat in the Iris Kingdom, Asaad wasn’t able to become the Chief Inspector…

he is still the Deputy Chief of the Supervisory Court to this day.@@novelbin@@

Therefore, Vice-Chief Asaad was obsessed with his son, hoping the child would inherit his position and complete the path he himself had not finished…

This was all too normal in the authoritarian society of Avalon.

Authority was not just a matter for the monarch over the subject; the leadership and control of parents over children were also a form of authoritarian thinking.

“I remember Vice-Chief Asaad must be nearly sixty by now.”

Aiwass recalled, “It’s just that he refuses to retire.

Otherwise, a few years ago, he had a chance to retire — how old is Bram this year?”

“He must be over forty; he’s at least older than Edward.”

Sherlock chewed on his bacon and casually answered, “His mother was an Irisflower Person, an amateur writer before marrying his father.

She was a Transcendent of the Path of Beauty…

and came to Avalon around the same time as Mrs.

Mina.

Speaking of which, he should also know your parents.

“He was frail and sickly from a young age, slightly stronger than Young Julia but not by much.

The work at the Supervisory Court was busy, and it was mostly confidential…

Edward, as Chief Inspector, hardly ever came home, and it was even more so for the Vice-Chief.

So he stayed with his mother from a young age and was very distant from his father.”

“Now I get it.”

Aiwass nodded, “After that, it was probably his father wanting him to join the Supervisory Court, and he wanted to be a writer, so they had a big argument…

Is that how it went?”

“Pretty much, but they didn’t argue.

He seemingly complied with his father’s wishes and joined the Supervisory Court.

But behind the scenes, he was secretly writing books under the pen name ‘Mr.

Red Wine’…”

Sherlock’s memory was rapidly recovering, and his narrative was becoming clearer, “At that time, he managed to publish a few novels in his spare time from work, and they all sold fairly well.

However, after that, his first book suddenly became a hit.

“It was a novel called ‘The Duties of a Minor Clerk in the Supervisory Court and the Stories That Occurred in the Office’.

Although I don’t know which number book it was for him, it seemed he wanted to write comedy, but due to a severe lack of humor, the book was extremely boring.

Filled with cringe-inducing jokes that made people smirk, so it didn’t sell much.

“But later, a critic found the book.

He praised the various details and complaints about ‘the work of the Supervisory Court’ written in it as very realistic and consistent with what he knew.

People could understand through this book how those lofty inspectors worked, and the book immediately became a bestseller.

“The Chief Inspector at the time was not Edward but an old man.

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.