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"He asked me about the 'Sweater Brothers Association,' repeatedly confirming who my source of information was and why I had 'ventured to investigate' without confirming with him first—because before this, regarding anything about the Lohar District or the Lohar Society, I would go to him," Sherlock said.

"I explained to him that the information came from my dreams, from another layer of history's possibilities. But obviously, I didn't convince him."

"He then invited me again to join the Lohar Society... I already knew what the Lohar Society was all about, how could I agree? So, I refused without hesitation."
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"You should have agreed first," Aiwass couldn't help but say.

"How could I have known he would do such a thing at that time? York was very angry, but quickly calmed down. He told me he would come again in the afternoon, bringing my father—with the implication that I should not go far. After he left, I suddenly felt a bit drowsy, so I planned to take a bath and have a nap."

"But just when I was about to finish the shower, a loud boom came from outside, and the house collapsed immediately. Water from the shower head burst forth, and the walls gave in and cracked with smoke bursting inward."

"Fortunately, I reacted quickly, taking a sample from the burst water pipe and using the water to form an ice shield, wrapping myself up to ward off the first wave of the impact, which saved me from instant death. However, my whole body had at least twelve broken bones, severe internal bleeding, and I lost my vision and hearing. I lay on the ground, unable to even crawl."

"—Considering the time and scale of the explosion, he definitely hadn't gone far. Hearing the explosion, he could have easily come back the same way...but he didn't."

Sherlock said this in a low voice, until the very end.

He seemed somewhat sad.

"I felt someone shaking my body—I reasoned that it must be the landlady. I told her not to shake me and gave her Bishop's contact information. And I told her about an alchemical elixir in my storage box that could keep me hanging on for a while. Ultimately, it was the emergency aid from Bishop Mathers, who lived nearby, that barely saved me."

"After being revived, the first thing I did was contact my brother, Mycroft Hermos, and told him everything. Then I told him to announce my death to the public to see Uncle York's reaction," Sherlock said earnestly as he looked at Aiwass.

He spoke seriously, "Looking back now, the person who framed my father might have been him—starting from this point, he might have a connection with the curse caster, which is how he could have obtained the Curse Poison."

"Not only does this matter involve personal grudges and family feuds, but it also concerns the future of Avalon...even the safety of Princess Isabel. If things go well, we might even be able to exploit this to unravel the mystery of the Curse—"

"Edward has the ability to search memories, but it can only be used at the most critical moments. I can't be sure how deeply Uncle York is connected to this matter, and we only have one chance. If they discover that I'm actually still alive, they'll become alert immediately, and this lead will be severed right away."

"The landlady has already been put under protection, and the only people who know I'm still alive are my brother Mycroft, you few, and Edward."

"—My faked death won't stay hidden for long, this matter needs to be resolved as soon as possible. I entrust everything to you, my friend. If you need my help for analysis, please come to me at any time," Sherlock solemnly issued his task to Aiwass.