Mono
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The Queue Arriving early is not as good as arriving at the right moment When Nancy sent the children up to notify Arna, she was still slumped over the desk in the office, worrying. She had met no shortage of qualified suppliers, and the precision of their gears varied widely—but the ones with reasonable prices lacked finesse, while the quality ones were priced no differently from what the system itself offered. At this rate, she might as well buy from the system. At least she would not have…-
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Expansion Thirty people? By the time Arna returned home with a stack of newspapers, only Sherlock Holmes was sitting in a chair at 221B Baker Street, flipping through a stack of notes. Evidently, Dr. Watson had gone out on a house call, and Mrs. Hudson was likely out shopping. Arna placed the stack of old newspapers beside Holmes, then threw herself into the soft sofa like a sack of disappointed potatoes. Holmes did not look up. "Oh, Mr. Brownlow has already contacted me. The moment he…
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Cooperation Agreement Reached! Solicitor Green certainly had reason to be displeased. He viewed Young Mr. Aisas as he would his own nephew. For such a clever, ambitious, and kind-hearted child, even if he occasionally complained to his wife about the boy being a little eccentric, he would never speak a single ill word about him in front of outsiders. But—who was this fellow? He didn't look like a decent sort. Thus, Solicitor Green put on the expression he usually reserved for facing…
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The Trial Run Who are you? Hearing "a plan to make money," Arna's eyes lit up. She casually picked up a semi-finished product sitting on the desk and handed it to the perceptive editor-in-chief. "This is the Carriage Shock Absorber I made. The patent is already pending. In addition, I have two other patents pending: the wooden Bunk beds and the Air Freshener." Arna looked at the editor expectantly, waiting for his assessment. Editor Pike took the small mechanical device, both hesitant and…
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Operations Sell for a high price? The carriage rolled to a stop outside the factory gates. The elderly gentleman, Mr. Brownlow, observed the building with a calm, focused gaze, his eyes lingering on the weather-beaten walls. Mrs. Bedwin, the housekeeper, had never been to the East End. She stepped out of the carriage close behind him, looking around with a mix of curiosity and fear. Clearly, she had heard of Whitechapel's reputation. "This is the place?" Mr. Brownlow sighed. He seemed to…
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Reporters Profitable? A fruitful fishing trip was always a pleasant experience. After fishing in the River Thames for a solid three hours, Arna lugged her brimming buckets onto the carriage and drove toward Bruton Street. Because her supply was both copious and fresh, her major patron enthusiastically introduced her to new clients. The household she was visiting today had ordered a large quantity of perch in advance and had already paid a deposit. Considering Mrs. Hudson's usual schedule at…
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Getting a Cut Short on money! Fagin ultimately couldn't escape the fate of being carried away over someone's shoulder. After waving goodbye to Inspector Lestrade and his subordinates, as well as those tightly bound thugs, Arna cleared the carriage out from behind the factory. It was getting late. She needed to head home early to prevent passing out on the spot while driving, only to wake up the next day back at her Baker Street residence and have to haggle with Doctor Watson. Furthermore,…
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Confession I'll confess, I'll confess, alright? When Arna launched her charge, chaos erupted in the room. "There are ten of us!" the familiar NPC yelled, rallying his accomplices. "It's time to pay him back for the beating!" The men surged forward like rabid dogs. Sikes took the lead, rushing in with his knife raised, slashing down toward Arna's left shoulder. But in the next second, a teeth-setting crunch of bone rang out. Arna swung the steel pipe in her hand, bringing it down low and…
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Stepping In The enemies have multiplied! Saturday. There was, of course, a reason Fagin had chosen this specific time. By the rules, today was a rest day. The apprentices whose families lived nearby had all gone home. Arna never went to the factory on Saturday afternoons. Instead, she would squat by the River Thames to fish, only returning in the evening to drive a carriage full of her catch back to the factory as an extra meal for the children staying behind. Of course, at least for…
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Poison What is this? Let me have a taste! Friday morning. The narrow, filthy hideout was located behind a pub. The very air was thick with the sour stench of rotting food and the greasy smoke of tallow candles. Fagin sat in a rickety chair. His rough fingers stroked the small vial in his hand as if he were caressing a lover. Across from him, Oliver stood stiffly, his thin body trembling. Perhaps from the cold, perhaps from fear, or perhaps both. "Now, my dear," Fagin murmured, his voice…
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Schemes Group activity! Hearing Nancy's words, Holmes's eyebrows immediately shot up. He looked at Arna, mouthing the words 'in private,' as if Arna ought to know exactly why Nancy had come to chat with Mrs. Hudson. Arna grabbed a piece of paper from the side, scribbled down a few words, and held it up. I don't know either! Watson looked back and forth, then hesitated and walked toward the door. "Perhaps we should go receive her? At the very least, we cannot leave her waiting downstairs…
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The Visit The last one. After Oliver walked out, clutching his dried apples, he still felt somewhat dazed. There was no shock, no scolding, just… a flat "Oh." Aside from instructing him not to tell anyone else about the matter, Mr. Aisas hadn't seemed to offer any other reaction. For a moment, Oliver found himself worrying again. In his eyes, Mr. Aisas was certainly a good person. Generous, kind-hearted, open-handed, and warm—there was nothing bad about him. The only flaw was that he…
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Repetition So many people! After pouring everything out, Lucy lowered her head, her heart filled with trepidation. She knew Mr. Aisas usually had a decent relationship with Miss Nancy—one might even say it was quite good. Miss Nancy was dedicated and responsible. She treated the apprentices very well, rarely resorting to corporal punishment; at most, she would smack their palms a few times or make them stand in the corner for an hour, and even then, it was only aimed at the children who…
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The Informant Reporting Fagin for secret collusion! Arna indulged in a final, tiny bout of greed, fishing up one last catch before heading home with the box of gold nuggets and several pearls. Hitting the absolute final time limit, she dashed into her room and collapsed onto her bed. The next day, Arna went out and exchanged half the gold and all the pearls for pounds. She used a place recommended by Holmes; the omnipotent consulting detective had assured her the boss was reliable. Then, her…
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Jewelry Making money! The current time was 8:00 PM. After repeated persuasion from Holmes and Watson, Arna had finally, with great regret, left her 9999-damage Golden Sword in her room before heading out. She had tried puzzle games before, but she never really had the patience to play them through. In the end, all the puzzle games in her library just gathered dust in her inventory. —But playing those games alone was completely different from teaming up with a top-tier teammate and enjoying…
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Keeping a Cat We have a cat! At Arna's promise, Watson sighed, his short mustache twitching. "…To be honest, it's really quite hard to believe." But he climbed in anyway, sitting carefully on the carriage's bench seat, bracing himself for the impending impact. When the carriage pulled to a stop near Baker Street, Watson let out a breath of relief. He had been on edge the entire ride. Fortunately, the morning's disaster hadn't repeated itself—except for the final few minutes, when Arna…
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