Chapter 18 The British Government from Heaven (2)

  Indeed, this can be easily seen from our overly similar facial features.

  He nodded in agreement:

  "This troubles me greatly - as a government official, having a brother who likes to intrude into the country's intelligence system at will is not something to be proud of."

  Ludwig stared at the cup, but in his heart he felt it was utterly absurd.

  The whole world loves your brother, and when people are dying, one of the things they want to know is whether Sherlock Holmes survived his leap over Reichenbach Falls.

  And you, as his brother, speak of his abilities in such a cold tone?

  Ludwig thought indignantly:

  If she had a brother who could invade the national intelligence system at any time, she would definitely make him an idol and put it in the living room, offering three sticks of incense every day!

  McKroft raised an eyebrow.

  "But I must say I'm surprised Sherlock told you about me - he's never been willing to acknowledge my existence."

  "No, I didn't discover it from your appearance, but from your astonishingly similar way of doing things..."

  Ludwig spread out his hands, looking very helpless.

  "...I act as I please, being reckless and arrogant, every move and every word is sending a "beat me up" signal to the people around you - if you still can't recognize that you're brothers, then it's really too difficult."

  Ludwig poured himself a steaming cup of tea from the teapot before his host had even invited him to do so, and drank it all in one gulp.

  MacRoeft smiled at her as if he were looking at a large dog enjoying water bestowed by its master.

  It wasn't until Ludwig finally put down his cup that he slowly said:

  "You're not afraid, what medicine did I put in your tea?"

  "Did you put some kind of medicine in the tea?"

  "Of course not, Miss Ludwig is my guest tonight."

  "The way you invite guests is really special... Ah, I mean, judging from the way you invited me, you must be a high-ranking official with great power, and to control me, such low-level tactics are not needed at all."

  Ludwig poured himself another cup.

  Considering they didn't even give her a sip of water in the car, and she had been drinking before, her throat was really parched.

  MacArthur leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs elegantly.

  This action is also similar to Sherlock's, but Sherlock is more casual and often puts his legs directly on the sofa with elegance.

  And don't take off your shoes!

  No matter how many times I say it, you always forget, just don't take off your shoes!!

  Macrophage is like putting himself in a set, every second of his is like speaking under the spotlight, every move, perfect.

  "To be honest, it's not easy to get Miss Ludwig over here. I wanted to invite her half a month ago."

  His fingers were tapping rhythmically on his thigh.

  "But my obstinate brother, in order to prevent us from enjoying our tea so leisurely, set up some very interesting little obstacles, and even caused a lot of trouble for the British Commonwealth government..."

  ……

  Haven't there been any strange people looking for you in these two days when I wasn't around?

  "Nothing... and if I may be frank, you are the strangest person I have ever met."

  It seems my little trick worked.

  ……

  Ludwig suddenly remembered this conversation with Mr. Holmes not long ago.

  *sigh*

  So I was a poor ordinary person and suddenly got involved in something that could trouble the Commonwealth government?

  Mom, did Mother Star suddenly remember to give her a protagonist halo? Or is this world just too mysterious?

  "Sorry, Mr Holmes, I don't quite understand. I'm just Sherlock Holmes' roommate."

  Ludwig blinked his eyes.

  "Besides that, I'm just an ordinary French examinee, shouldn't be worth the trouble of having you go to such great lengths to bring me over... Hmm... Let's just enjoy a nice cup of tea."

  "You don't have this value."

  MacRae's face wore an arrogant smile:

  "Excuse me for being blunt, but before my brother Sherlock took an interest in you, your value was no greater than that of a shop window dummy."

  Ludwig: “……”

  "At least they still have ornamental value."

  Ludwig: “……”

  MacRae picked up the teacup in front of him, and the smile on his face was annoying no matter how you looked at it.

  "In that case, you might want to thank my brother, Sherlock Holmes."

  Ludwig almost laughed. "What makes you absurdly think that Mr. Holmes is interested in me? - No, you are wrong, I am afraid I have not even the interest of a corpse for him."

  "Miss Ludovici, I think that in this approaching week of acquaintance you should have formed some opinion of Sherlock's character."

  "Indeed have some understanding, but also very limited."

  "To put it this way, no one before you has been able to live with him safely and peacefully for three days."

  Ludwig really laughed this time:

  "Is this a compliment on how mature, gentle and understanding I am? Thank you, I think so too - just thinking about it makes me feel heartbroken. How nice if I weren't so gentle and understanding."

  MacRae ignored her sarcasm:

  "I heard he brought you along when he cracked the case today, this is something that has never happened before."

  "It's obvious I wasn't taken by him, otherwise I wouldn't be here."

  "There has never been a man who has occupied my mind to the extent that Sherlock Holmes has, merely in order to stop me from seeing her; and the crime rate of the East End of London has increased by eight points during his little escapade."

  MacRoth's hands were clasped on his knees. "So I have to reevaluate your influence over Sherlock, Miss Ludwig."

  Maybe Mr. Holmes' youthful rebellion is just late in coming?

  Mr. Holmes, isn't it unusual for you to play your cards so well?

  What does she have to do with me?!

  Flip the table! Must flip the table!

  Ludwig silently lit a candle in his heart for the people of East London, no matter how many slots he had in his mind, on the surface, he still said softly and weakly:

  "Although I don't think all of this is because of me, since you've specially found me, it shouldn't be just to tell me these things..."

  "Of course not just that, I have a small favor to ask of you."

  Macrophage's tone of voice generally made Ludwig's whole body hair stand on end.

  "And before that, you need to understand that what I call 'small things' often concern the future of the British government, and even the entire Commonwealth."

  Ludwig: “……”

  Why does she think Mai Gege is actually a middle school student?

  It must be her way of opening it was wrong!

  "Sherlock's abilities are extremely powerful, he was highly expected from a young age, we searched throughout Europe for the most prestigious teachers to instruct him in swordsmanship, boxing, law, politics, literature... and other qualities that a leader must possess."

  Ludwig: ... Literature?

  "But his current state has deviated from our original expectations, he's too self-willed, I can't just watch him develop in such a way that will ultimately ruin his talent and himself."

  Although he is a bit arbitrary, his nature is noble.

  Ludwig couldn't help but retort.

  Mr. Holmes was also her idol, and hearing others evaluate him in this way, she couldn't help but feel unhappy.

  "Moreover, he is now assisting in solving cases at Scotland Yard, which is also a good thing."

  "He helped solve the case at Scotland Yard, not because he had a sense of responsibility for the law and human life, but simply because he was interested in the truth, and spent a lot of time on such trivial matters as murder cases... I'm very worried about this, he could have achieved much more."

  MacArthur said with complete unconcern:

  "When he was interested in you, he paralyzed the information system of the White House for a full five hours... just two days ago. Fortunately, no greater mistake was made, otherwise even I would have found it difficult to explain."

  ……

  Ludwig sat on the sofa in shock, unable to think.

  Macrophage's voice was still coming in, but it couldn't reach her brain at all.

  At this moment, there was only one thought in her mind——

  Damn it, she actually had a connection with Buckingham Palace in this life!

  Emma suddenly felt very high-end and wanted to show off her new look to Duan An and her other close friends.

  ……

  "This isn't the first time he's done this, Fr?ulein Ludmilla. It's also why we've only just met now - I've been busy dealing with Sherlock's little indulgences all this time."

  Ludwig's brain had passed through a period of shock and his mental wheels were beginning to turn again.

  "The doctor diagnosed him as having an antisocial personality disorder - lacking both responsibility and emotion. If he really is a high-functioning sociopath, then that's a disaster for the whole of Britain."

  Ludwig's eyebrows relaxed - she had already jumped out of the shortcut just now.

  She looked at MacRoft's opening and closing mouth in confusion - what was Mr. Holmes saying just now? Antisocial?

  Must be anti-social? If Mr. Holmes was a hot-blooded young man full of love and justice, would "Sherlock" still have any appeal?

  "He needs to interact with people, which is also why I insisted on arranging roommates for him."

  Mr. Holmes is looking for a housemate because of McGee's oppression.

  Ludwig frowned: "What do you want me to do?"

  MacRae was quite satisfied with her mission: "I earnestly hope that you will report to me at any time during your cohabitation with Sherlock... Of course, as a thank you for your efforts in this regard, I will also give you corresponding compensation."

  MacRae sat there, a becoming smile on his face, waiting for Ludwig's answer.

  Ludwig smiled.

  "'Compensation?' she said: 'What compensation? How much compensation?'"

  MacRae spread his hands: "All I can promise you, Miss Ludwig, is more than you imagine."

  "Oh~"

  Ludwig dragged out his words, and she nodded along:

  "So how are we going to make a deal? By signing a contract or finding a lawyer for notarization?"

  Macroe turned his face towards a certain point behind him and slightly hooked up the corner of his mouth.

  He then said with great aplomb, "Ladies first—if that's what it takes to put your mind at ease, be my guest."

  Ludwig propped his chin on one hand and stared at McRof for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

  She wagged her index finger at MacRoft and said with a smile:

  "You can't do this, Mr. Holmes, it's not good to treat people as fools."