Miss Holmes, the Professor Is Not a Villain - Miss Holmes, the Professor Is Not a Villain chapter 116

116 – Overturning the Table (1)

“Ssipaaal… ! Crazy, crazy! Wow! You crazy, crazy bastard! That… that… sh*t, why did you go out of your way to help that horny bastard…… !”

In an empty building on Baker Street where the midnight chase had come to a halt, a wizard was crawling on the floor, writhing in pain.

Fred Forlock, as someone from the streets, tried to somehow forget the pain by spouting out all kinds of poetic swear words.

As soon as he realized that he had literally died and came back to life, cold sweat began to wet his body like rain, mixing with the blood flowing from his shoulder and staining the floor.

Why did he do such a foolish thing? He was clearly out of his mind. It was obvious that he was friends with old Sweeney.

Porok tried to make excuses to himself. It was clear that being around the madman had made him lose his mind for a moment without realizing it. He couldn’t have done such a crazy thing otherwise.

The most important thing to him was always self-reflection. As he lived as a wanderer, there was nothing more important to him than that. That’s why he followed the professor, and even though he knew that the professor could dispose of him at any time, he remained loyal.

He did it because it was the only way to increase his own chances of survival.

It is still the same now. All I had to do was carry out the orders given by the professor. Moran, in order not to be caught by that wolf cub, was keeping a watchful eye while always maintaining a distance, and he could see that the horny wolf had indeed failed, just as the professor had predicted.

Moriarty always thought of Porok as a poor fellow who was as clueless as everyone else, but he at least had enough brains to figure out what was going on.

Even Fred Forlock could be sure that Sebastian Moran was completely finished.

There was no way he could help. Those two terrible women were chasing, as if surrounding a pathetically fleeing wolf cub, and numerous police officers were chasing them below.

Even Porok, who was watching, couldn’t help but be horrified as to where on earth all those rat bastards were hiding.

In addition, the presence of the gunner who endlessly fired bullets aimed at the peonies was also a problem. Although he could vaguely sense where the bullet was coming from, Porok could not help but be surprised by the distance.

Even though the mother was displeased with the wolf farmer born from intercourse with Satan, even Porok had no choice but to acknowledge his shooting skills, and it was clear that a hunter with skills comparable to his had joined in.

In the end, there was only one thing he had to do. All I had to do was follow the orders given by the professor. I couldn’t help in the first place.

In order to help him, there was a very high possibility that his position would be exposed and that he himself would become a party to the chase.

Porok, who values self-protection, could not do that. The professor did not order him to save the peony even at the cost of his own sacrifice. In a situation where both would be ruthlessly lost, it was like a professor to choose to throw away only one.

The chase gets closer. And Porok crossed Mokuldae and continued to monitor the situation. There was definitely going to be a moment.

No, wouldn’t it be clearer to move to another location and deal with it first?

Porok calculated quickly. And he kept watching the peony that was running away for its life. When he came to his senses, he found himself using his magic to help that horny wolf cub, even exposing his location.

For a moment, I thought, Oops. He was clearly out of his mind.

And the price came right away.

– Bang!

“Kaaa! Fuck, fuck, I’m going to shove that fucking crucifix up my ass!”

Having the location exposed was fatal. A sharpshooter as good as Moran immediately aimed at him, and by a very narrow margin, his bullet grazed his shoulder and passed by.

Porok fell backwards, covering his shoulders due to the pain that was coming. He had to desperately crawl on the floor to avoid the bullets that were still aimed at him.

I was fortunate to have been born as a wizard and to have at least one skill that was superior to that of an average person. Even now, I was barely able to quench my bleeding shoulder with fire and not faint until temporary measures were taken.

And at the same time, I couldn’t help but resent the fact that I was born a wizard.

Like wizards and witches, from the moment you are first able to use magic, you instinctively realize the price you must pay.

Porok didn’t really believe in God, but he thought that the bastard who created this gutter-like world must be a guy with bad tastes worse than the professor.

The master was usually sadistic and literally had to sacrifice something. He didn’t know why.

And in the case of Porok, part of the body was burned.

No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t get used to it, and even more so, he had to endure a little more since he had just been pushing himself harder than usual to save a wolf in heat.

With bullets still raining down on him, Porok had to set his entire left arm on fire, quickly tearing off a piece of his clothing and wrapping it around the burned area like a bandage.

There were swear words, but I had to live to spit them out. Now that the wolves had escaped, he knew they would come for him.

Porok, somehow crawling on the ground, began to run away to avoid the scary gunner and also to avoid the hunting dogs that had turned towards him.

At the end, I thought it was really the end because the woman who was interested in the professor, Holmes, chased after me, but Fred Forlock was finally able to escape.

After entering a maze-like alleyway in London and confirming that he had completely abandoned the chase, Porok collapsed halfway to the floor, breathing heavily.

He survived this time too. Thanks to his stupid actions, he suffered a lot, but the pain and fatigue he still felt were showing him that he was alive.

I was so happy that I almost cried. Of course, at the same time, anxiety came too late.

“That girl… …. You haven’t seen my face, right? Probably not, yeah, probably not. No, even if they found out in the first place, they wouldn’t come looking for me.”

Porok stood up and tried to go to the hospital, trying to put his half-off hood back back on.

But before he knew it, someone rushed at him as if threatening him, grabbed him by the collar, and pinned him against the wall.

He could tell right away that it was a damn wolf cub. However, Porok could not even utter a word due to the absurd behavior of this damn b*tch, who exposed her teeth with the intention of biting the back of his neck.

“Why did you save me!”

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“… “What are you talking about, you crazy b*tch!”

It was a ridiculous action for Porok, but Moran shouted regardless.

“Why did you save me? I failed so miserably that I don’t have the honor to meet my master!”

“You crazy b*tch, are you saying that because I want to? I wanted to just leave you alone and let the police officers punish you, but it’s the professor’s order, so you have to follow it! sh*t!”

Porok couldn’t help but be surprised at himself for lying even in this situation. However, he couldn’t help but be even more surprised by Moran’s answer that followed.

“Don’t lie! My master couldn’t do that. If that were the case, he would definitely have ordered me to be eliminated first! But why!”

“… Crazy b*tch, did you know?”

Porok asked back as if it were absurd, and only then did Moran secretly loosen his collar.

A crazy b*tch and a crazy person.

Porok thought. It was clear that the professor was crazy, but I could see once again that this wolf was also crazy.

Of course, Porok will never be able to understand Moran’s feelings.

But from her perspective, it was a very natural thing. She was a dog following her master, and even her own actions were her master’s authority.

In this situation, it was natural for her to abandon herself, and there was no disappointment or emotional change about it.

Moran’s feelings for Moriarty were clearly crazy in Porok’s opinion, and she would not change at best when she was told to do something about him.

Moran, who realized that further questioning was a pointless vent of anger, turned his back to go his own way, no, to return to his master.

Of course, I did not forget to add bluntly.

“I’m going back to report. “Go to the hospital quickly, magician.”

“You crazy b*tch, I saved you for no reason.”

Porok answered briefly. However, unconsciously satisfied that the damn wolf had expressed his gratitude in an unusual way, he continued on his way with his wounded body.

In London, everyone was doing their own thing.

Holmes gritted his teeth, upset that he had not been able to finish the job properly.

“A wizard with a mustache… ….”

But she could get some clues, so she muttered. At the same time she had to recall one thing she had heard from her brother Mycroft.

“… Don’t worry too much about Sherringford, Sherlock. We’ve started a search, so we’ll be able to find it soon. My brother will be safe. And this routine…….”

“Even Mycroft already had an intuition that it was related to this matter. “Don’t think of deceiving me with useless consolation.”

“…… Okay.”

At first, Mycroft tried to hide the disappearance of his brother Sheringford, but even he could not properly manage his expression when faced with the news of his family’s kidnapping, and was immediately discovered by his younger brother.

In the end, it was Mycroft who gave up on the clumsy consolation and no longer spoke to her for the sake of her younger brother, but the silent Sherlock’s intentions were different.

It’s the teacher’s doing.

Of course it had to be that way, it had to be that way.

Then what should you do?

She couldn’t tell anyone, but the next day Sherlock visited Professor James Moriarty’s home.

The briefcase she carried contained several documents that she had secretly hidden during Tidkin’s arrest.

If you are like Microsoft, there are materials that can give you at least some hints.