I weave fate in parallel time and space

In fact, this is not the first time Mycroft has asked Sherlock to help him investigate something.

For example, some spies planted by other countries have even dismantled an entire underground terrorist network in the past.

It has to be said that in some aspects, among the agents below him, no one is better than him, and he admits this.

With his current status, it is natural that he cannot do everything by himself.

But this time, Mycroft obviously didn't expect his investigation. Two months had passed.
  On this day, Mycroft was sitting in his office in District [-].

Although the space in this underground civil defense facility is relatively tight, his office is still relatively large.

A simple wooden desk is covered with short-haired carpet, and there are many documents placed on the desk.

He actually had an office in the palace, where the air was better and it was larger.

People in the royal family are very good at enjoying themselves, so of course, the office there can be said to be luxurious.

When he uses the office here, he usually needs to deal with some particularly confidential documents.

Wearing glasses, he looked at the document in his hand carefully, frowning slightly.

Britannia's land is not much smaller than Beichen and Bei'er. With its huge land and large population, it naturally has more things to deal with.

While he was lowering his head to process the documents, there was a knock on the door.

"Dong Dong~"

Mycroft took off the glasses, carefully folded them and placed them on the table. Then he put away the confidential documents and threw a portion of the documents into the burning furnace on one side.

When the files were almost burned, he shouted.

"Come in."

The door opened, and a soldier in a well-dressed military uniform walked in slowly.

It seems that because this place is underground, the lights are relatively dim. The military hat he is wearing is relatively large, and the shadow produced by the brim of the hat blocks his eyes. But the beard he wore was very conspicuous.

"Sir, there is news from Europe."

Hearing this, Mycroft raised his head slightly, looked at him, and whispered a word.

"Say."

The soldier slowly raised the corners of his mouth and slowly raised his head. The chandelier above his head shone on his face, and his black eyes were full of teasing.

"I managed to find the fraternity."

Hearing this, Mycroft raised his head and stared at the man in front of him quietly.

He was silent, without words. He said after a moment.

"The European side didn't notify you of your return. Besides, how did you get in?"

The soldier raised his hand and took off his hat, and at the same time took off the beard sticking to his face.

It was Sherlock who had been away for a long time.

He slowly opened his mouth with a sarcastic smile,

"I told you, I have at least six ways to sneak into your base."

After a pause, he continued, "Now there are seven types."

"Did I just deceive you?" Sherlock said happily.

Mycroft sighed helplessly, "You are still as childish as ever."

"I always like to use this rhetoric when I'm teasing you." Sherlock said, raising his head slightly.

"Let's get down to business." Mycroft interrupted, "I don't have time to debate with you here."

Sherlock found a chair in the office and sat down. With a smile on his lips, he said excitedly, "You can't imagine what I discovered."

"So, this brotherhood does still exist?" Mycroft said with slightly narrowed eyes.

"It doesn't just exist." Sherlock murmured in a low voice, "Whether it's Western France or Germany, it even exists in Southern Europe, the Balkans, and Middle East Persia. Although it is indeed assassinating some corrupt officials and evil forces. Chief, but very low-key.

They seem to have been dealing with another organization over the years. "

"Oh?" Mycroft's face showed a trace of interest, "Is it the one my father said?"

"It should be." Sherlock murmured softly, "The core force of this organization is within the Holy See. It is like a parasite that lives on the Holy See. Many bishops are members of this organization."

"But now the power of the Holy See in Europe is not as strong as it used to be." Mycroft said,
  After a pause, Mycroft said, "Lori said those small religious organizations should be them, right?" "Because they are wearing a religious cover, they didn't attract much attention." Mycroft whispered. Whisper softly.

"But I have to say that your third agency is really bad in the European Intelligence Branch." Sherlock said with disgust.

"It is a sovereign country after all." Mycroft said calmly, "Our main energy is still internal. You know, the territory of our country is dozens of times that of some powerful countries in Europe. Although many people do not dare to do it secretly, They even dream of dismembering us."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

"What about the Brotherhood?" Mycroft asked, "What is the situation with this organization?"

"This is interesting." Sherlock said with great interest, "It is not an ordinary pyramid structure like other organizations. According to the information I have learned so far, this organization is more like a spider web's nest. Perhaps even they themselves don’t know the top-level network command system and the overall picture of the organization, and even if they knock down their cadres, others will soon replace them.”

"Is it decentralized?" Mycroft murmured in a low voice, "So many of the organizations Lori mentioned may only have this one core."

"According to my investigation, there are at least nine." Sherlock said, "Each organization has a 'mentor' as a guide, and the entire organization only operates with one core creed."

"Everything is false and everything is allowed." Mycroft repeated these words and nodded. "It's a very smart approach, but it is easy to develop disorderly. Without restraint, it will eventually develop into a huge and bloated giant. Things. Let me guess, there should be something like a law enforcement team to ensure their purity, right?"

Sherlock raised the corner of his mouth, "You are still better than those trash in Europe."

"I discovered their presence and I discovered a place."

Sherlock took out a black and white photo from his collar and placed it on Mycroft's desk.

Mycroft lowered his head and looked at it. It was a photo of a small town from a distance. At the end of the town, a quaint, walled manor was very eye-catching.

"This is called Montney, a tourist city in Europe." Sherlock introduced. "It is very old, named after a noble manor left hundreds of years ago and the local wine."

After a pause, Sherlock said, "Each of them has gone through very rigorous agent training, and their investigation and counter-investigation skills are very powerful. Your people can't follow them at all. We were even discovered by them once, and we were still worried about it. It has been dormant for half a month, otherwise, maybe I can get the results in two weeks."

Mycroft looked away from the photo and continued to ask, "How did you find this place?"

"The wine smells good." Sherlock murmured softly.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows.

Sherlock said calmly, "I smelled a very unique wine aroma on at least two targets. If most people like to drink wine, they will not leave the aroma of wine. At most, they will drink too much at one time, so there is Some smell of alcohol. If you have this long-lasting aroma of wine, it means they work in a winery or something like that.”

“Then I identified the wines from all the wine estates across Europe. I settled on this one. The aroma here was the closest.”

"Your dog's nose is really as sensitive as ever." Mycroft smiled, "Then what?"

"Then I sent your people to investigate the manor, but there was no news the next day." Sherlock said solemnly, "But this also makes me more sure that there is a problem here. I suspect that here It’s a very important stronghold for them.”

"In order not to alert others, I chose to come back and take a look first," Sherlock said.

"Come back for help?" Mycroft said.

"Come back and get your necklace." Sherlock said directly, "Our family used to belong to this power, why do we have to have a conflict?"

Mycroft slowly stood up and walked around, seeming to be thinking.

Then, he said, "Who knows what our family went through when we left this organization. If the trouble at that time was ugly, if we go now, aren't we throwing ourselves into a trap?"

"Then we're at a deadlock." Sherlock said. "If we want to continue to obtain enough information, then we have to continue to send people in to investigate, but because of the person who was sent in at the beginning, they are now very vigilant. One Organizations that have existed in Europe for hundreds of years, I don’t think their size will be smaller than your branches in Europe.”

"You mean, ask someone to bring this pendant in?" Mycroft said.

Sherlock shook his head, "No, I will go in personally. None of us know their investigative capabilities. At least we are the real ones, right? If they know that what they go in is fake, but the pendant is not in our hands , then it will be a bit troublesome to contact them again."

Mycroft thought for a moment, then walked directly to the table and pressed a button under the table.

After a while, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Come in," Mycroft said.

Rob opened the door and walked in, "Sir, you called me?"

"Send me an airship," Mycroft said. "I'm going to Europe."

Rob thought for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."

Then he slowly withdrew.

Sherlock looked at Mycroft.

"Me too, right?" Mycroft said, raising his head.

There was some confusion in his eyes, and he murmured in a low voice, "You are indeed right. The questions we want can only be answered in person." (End of Chapter)