Vodka seized on the key phrase. "A trait that attracts Uzo?"
Gin lit a cigarette and said casually, "The person he targeted is a Doctor."
If he remembered correctly, Uzo often interacted with children.
That young executive with such a Sense of Ritual had not only created a "Baker Street Irregulars" for himself, but had even specifically snatched himself a curly-haired "Colonel Moran." By that logic, it was perfectly normal for him to suddenly want to add a "Watson."
"It's just a little game between 'Sherlock Holmes' and 'Moriarty.'" Gin glanced at his useless subordinate. "You're not a Doctor, so what are you panicking for?"
Vodka: "...S-so that's how it is."
...When he got back today, he absolutely had to hide all those medical books he used for self-study.
No, hiding them was risky too. He would burn them as soon as he got back! He would never study medicine again!
Meanwhile, in That Lord's room.
The butler did not search for an image of the Stone of Destiny Uzo intended to send to the Boss. They would receive it sooner or later anyway; taking the initiative to look it up would seem far too lacking in taste.
He merely said in a low voice, "Legend says that the Stone of Destiny can restore its owner's youth and return them to their prime—although this Stone of Destiny is somewhat different, its meaning should not differ much."
No elderly person in power could dislike such a blessing. As for the so-called "dead former owner"... no one in the organization feared corpses. They were the makers of corpses.
Boss gave a slight nod, and indeed, there was no anger visible on his face. Catching this from the corner of his eye, the butler understood Boss's attitude: Irish had already been let