At the Black Market
*Huff...* *Huff...* Been a while since I worked up a sweat like that.
Mercenaries with broken bones lay groaning on the ground.
Now then, how about you tell us who's behind all this?
Y-you think you'll get away with this?!
And if we don't? What exactly are you gonna do about it?
Kehehe. I heard you were from the famous Baker Street Detective Agency.
I wondered what kind of people you were, but you're just a couple of greenhorns.
It's Lampadis Investigations! We changed the sign!
Whatever! You think these stooges are the only mercenaries the Baskerville Research Institute has at its disposal?!
The real elite squad, the Jackdaw Team, will be here soon.
Their captain, Butcher Gamson, is an underworld legend.
Once Gamson and the Jackdaw Team get here, you're all—
Sorry I'm late, Boss. These guys took a bit of time to deal with.
Lily appeared dragging a mercenary whose helmet looked as though it had been caved in by a sledgehammer.
The others ran off after their leader went down.
I think it'll take him a while to wake up.
That armor, that build... Is that Gamson?
Oh, nice work. Let's wait for him to wake up.
Guess we don't need this guy anymore. Take care of him, Lily.
Okay. It's nothing personal, but this is gonna hurt...
As Lily approached with her doll, the researcher quickly dropped to his knees.
...Wait, detectives.
I'm a researcher. I know far more about what the Research Institute buys and sells.
Give me a little time and I'll go back to the Institute and get the ledger for you...
Boss. I think he's trying to pull a fast one on us. We should just—
Detective, hear me out! I'll take you to one of the places we trade with most often. I'll show you the records there.
Should've said so from the start. Try anything funny and you'll regret it.
Yes, ma'am... I won't mess with the Baker Street Detective Agency again...
As the researcher stood up, Gwen raised her whip.
W-why?! I haven't even tried anything yet—
Like I said, it's not the Baker Street Detective Agency! It's Lampadis Investigations!
W-why change an easy name to something harder to remember?
Because I'm the one running 221B Baker Street now, not the missing detective! Now move!
C-Coming!
Meanwhile, in the basement of the Baskerville mansion...
I hear my guests were attacked at the black market.
Those fake detectives from the Baker Street agency? They must've been bored.
The attackers were thugs hired by the Baskerville Research Institute.
I won't ask you to respect me.
But if you're a member of House Baskerville, please respect the family head's authority.
My deepest apologies, "sir."
Henry frowned at Jack's sarcasm.
But he didn't lose his temper.
I'm simply informing you. You seem quite busy with Rachel these days.
Much appreciated. Now, my next experiment is already behind schedule.
Wait. How long do you intend to keep Rachel with you?
Until everything is over, of course.
...If you're up to something, you know you can't hide it forever, right?
Yes, yes. I know, "sir."