sherlock holmes brother

.Looking at the silver thread on his suitcase, as well as the cuff buttons and piping of his robe, Snape had an intuition that this man was not easy to mess with. "Severus Snape." His black eyes looked at the man who smiled gently, "Excuse me, Lily and I are in another carriage." After speaking, he pulled the reluctant girl away.On the first side, Snape didn't hate Wilton, but he couldn't like him either, he couldn't understand the boy his age.

Wilton twitched the corners of his mouth. Should he be said to be the most successful double agent in the future?Have you been so sensitive|sensitive to people's emotional perception since you were so young?It was very quiet all the way. After getting off the train, facing the complex eyes of the children from noble families, the expression on Wilton's face did not change at all. So what if he was considered a squib since he was a child? So what if you were "deprived" of your surname?If it weren't for the fact that Hogwarts was the only place he could find his way home as quickly as possible, he wouldn't be wasting time in the wizarding world.Although he doesn't like modern technology, Wilton will not deny the convenience that modern technology brings to people's lives.

"Bow your head." The person who led them across the river reminded him loudly. Wilton was shocked and finally saw the place he dreamed of for the first time. Not far from him, several little boys he had just met also stopped The fight between them was full of shock as they looked at the castle.

"Welcome." The door was opened from the inside, and a witch wearing a pointed wizard hat came out, "I am Professor McGonagall, and your branch will start next..." She introduced Hogg with a serious face In the several colleges of Woz, Wilton casually let the wand turn out countless flowers like a dagger in his hand-this was a boring game when he became Hades, anyway, there is nothing else now Things are easy to do.

"Cool!" the voice of a young wizard, followed by a stern glare from Professor McGonagall.Wilton didn't look up at all. After reading that set of books, it was no secret to him whether it was the selection criteria of the branch or the four colleges.

Sure enough, the magnificent auditorium, the tattered sorting hat, and the songs that are not interesting at all, Wilton looked at the long table of Slytherin boredly, although he thought about going to Ravenclaw, after all, the collection of books there There are indeed enough, but he is really not a research talent, and he doesn't intend to wrong himself too much.

"Cetif Dodge." His name was called, and Wilton shrugged and walked up. His father... oh, no, it should be Mr. Dodge now, and he said such a situation.Because he is too young, and the magic of changing the name has just succeeded, so some magic items will be misidentified in a short time.Putting on the sorting hat, before Wilton could really think about anything, he heard a sharp voice, "Slytherin!"

There was a slight commotion on the long table in Slytherin. Who didn't know that this Dodge grew up as a squib. In other words, even if he could enter Hogwarts, his magic power would be low.No one expected the Sorting Hat to make a decision in such a short period of time. It was still Slytherin, and for a while, the gaze shot at Wilton was somewhat complicated.

Wilton didn’t think so much anymore, he just went with the situation, anyway, there was nothing he was interested in in this world, and he had been a brother and partner for many years with two people who shouted “boring” every day and wished to turn the world over and over again every day However, Wilton more or less "infected" with some of their common problems - fear of boredom.

For example, when he sat at the end of the long table in Slytherin, Wilton was not interested in the veiled gazes he faced, and there were only a few people whose glances were barely enough for the Sherlock Holmes family to take a look at. , the rest, hmph, what are these children who have been Pluto for so long? !

Wilton, who lowered his head, didn't notice that among the freshmen, there was a boy with dark brown short hair who looked joyful when he saw him.One by one the children were called up, and the alphabet quickly advanced to M, and it was at this time that Wilton heard the name he had engraved into his soul, "Jim Moriarty".

Raising his head abruptly, he saw a thin boy covered by a big sorting hat, and he couldn't see the shadow of his former lover from his figure, but Wilton knew that there would be no second person named Moriarty up.

The Sorting Hat took a long time this time, and it wasn't until a few minutes later that it shouted excitedly, "Gryffindor." The Gryffindors applauded, welcoming another new classmate to join them.But Moriarty got up and put the sorting hat on the stool, and then he walked quickly to Wilton's side, and the small hand of an 11-year-old child lifted the sitting man's jaw, and Moriarty ruthlessly He kissed him hard.Wilton parted his lips slightly and accepted the kiss. Between his lips and teeth, he heard a much younger voice belonging to his lover, "You made me find it hard, my dear."

☆、63·A doctor who makes up his mind

Time followed the Thames River one after another. Unknowingly, it has been a whole year since Moriarty and Sherlock "disappeared" together. To some extent, it can be regarded as the "first anniversary" day. There was a knock on the door of Wilton's study.The varying frequency, the rhythmless voice, it could only be his adopted son, and based on what he has known about that child for so long, I am afraid that something happened to the person he cares about.

"What's the matter?" Wilton stopped writing and looked at the boy who opened the door. Compared with last year, the boy's changes are obvious. It was ensured that he began to really put etiquette into his every move.The strongest evidence is that even though his face is very ugly now, his behavior is still orderly.

"Uncle John is drunk." Augustine really regarded Wilton as his father. Looking at himself a year later, Augustine only felt ridiculous.How could someone like his foster father want to take advantage of a child?Especially when he didn't care about his biological father's power at all.Oh, don't ask him how he figured it out, if he really cared then as a subordinate, Uncle Sebastian would be in his study instead of Uncle Charon's bedroom every time he showed up.

Language, characters, logic, common sense, history, culture... It seems that if he picks up any book, his adoptive father will take him through that world with ease. He is like a dwarf standing on the shoulders of a giant—although he I don't know much, but because of the angle, he had the right to look down on the whole world from the very beginning. With this unique advantage and the high IQ inherited from Moriarty, Augustine only took one year to succeed. have reached the secondary school level.Maybe it's not just the middle school level, after all, he even exceeds many adults in the basics of language, writing and logic.

All the accumulation above created Augustine’s admiration for Wilton. Probably every boy is born full of admiration for strong and reliable people. What his father failed to do, Wilton did.

"In front of you next door?" Wilton raised his eyebrows. He looked at his adopted son. A year later, although Augustine looked a little more like his boyfriend in terms of physical appearance, but those who were close to vermilion were red and those who were close to ink were black, boy His every move has begun to have the taste of Holmes' family, even if he has not let him meet any Holmes other than himself.

"Uncle John was in a bad mood when I left. After finishing today's study tasks, I was a little worried. The door to the living room of 221B was locked. Mrs. Hudson said that Uncle John hadn't gone out since I left, and I was outside the door I smelled alcohol. I tried to knock on the door, but there was no answer." Speaking out his analysis neatly, Augustine did not hide his affection for Watson at all.In fact, because of his studies, he spent almost all his time at 221B and 220 Baker Street. If Wilton is like a father he can really rely on, then the doctor is undoubtedly the one who will let him relax and treat himself as a child Another family.

Wilton was very satisfied with what the boy didn't do on his own. He more or less guessed Watson's situation, that is, because he guessed it, he gloated even more, "You did a good job, don't worry, I will take care of it." The harvest of this year, long-term companionship and teaching, Wilton unknowingly spent a lot of time and effort on Augustine. As a good student who is smart enough, the boy certainly satisfied him.After forming a virtuous circle, Wilton also began to have the feeling of seeing boys as apprentices, although in his previous life he could only look at wizards' apprentices because he had no magic power, because once he became an apprentice, he would also become a slave in a sense. Mentor's family recognized existence.In other words, if it continues like this, one day Wilton will really regard Augustine as his family.

Saluting again, Augustine unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't realize it himself. He didn't know when Wilton's words would definitely come true. For him, it was unimaginable before.

After tidying himself up briefly and putting on a gentle mask, Wilton knocked on the door next door. After a long time of no answer, he politely went to Mrs. Hudson. "Oh, my dear Wilton, you have to persuade him well. It's been a full year, my poor John." She rummaged and rummaged for the key. The wife's voice paused, and Wilton could hear the choking in it, "He definitely doesn't want John to be so sad."

"I'll try to persuade him, after all, we've been neighbors for so long." Although Mrs. Hudson was known by Sherlock, and the investigation at his elder brother's place was clean, Wilton still wouldn't take the risk to say Out of their relationship, "John knows you care about him, he will be fine." It's just that he was never good at comforting people, and he was with Moriarty a few times, so Wilton didn't realize that he How ambiguous the words sounded.

"Oh, why didn't I..." Mrs. Hudson obviously thought of something, her face froze for a moment, and then glowed with a new light, "Actually, I can give you a set of keys." The old lady The rapid change made Wilton a little puzzled, "Of course if John agrees." She blinked playfully, and Wilton finally admitted that he has always been confused by old ladies who are about the same age as his mother. don't know.

"John, oh my god, you need some fresh air." As soon as he opened the living room door, a strong smell of alcohol came over his face, and Wilton twitched his lips. It seemed that he had finally given up?Thinking of someone and someone who still had no news, Wilton quickly flashed a smile on his face, and then he put on a face full of worry, and helped the doctor who was already limp on the ground.

"John, John..." He shook the doctor lightly, seeing four or five empty wine bottles next to him, Wilton was a little worried whether the doctor might be poisoned by alcohol.

"Sherlock, Sherlock..." From Watson's perspective, he vaguely saw Wilton's side face similar to that of a detective, and he suddenly burst into tears, "I know...I know ...you can always perform miracles, have you come back?" Beside them, Mrs. Hudson touched the corners of her eyes, then stepped back and closed the door, looking at her poor John, At this moment, Mrs. Hudson felt that there was nothing wrong with her decision just now. If being with Wilton could make the doctor feel better, she believed that Sherlock would not mind in heaven.

"Doctor, doctor." Wilton strengthened his voice. He didn't call "John" again. Mrs. Hudson was not there. He didn't want to be regarded as his second brother. After all, Sherlock would come back sooner or later.

Perhaps because of the change in voice, Watson's drunken eyes recognized the rimless glasses that would never appear on the detective's face, "Oh, Wilton, I'm sorry." His sanity was on the verge of being lost Poked his head out, "Oh, how much did I drink?"

"About three bottles, maybe less than two bottles?" Wilton helped him sit up and noticed a stronger smell of alcohol coming from near the kitchen sink. It seemed that some of the empty wine bottles on the ground had been poured out.Wilton looked at Watson inquiringly, maybe the doctor is not as out of control as he imagined?

"Don't look at me like that," Watson's voice was a little slow due to alcohol, but his mind had begun to clear up, "I love Sherlock, I never doubted it, but if Sherlock really..." He Still unable to utter the word, "I will still live, that's what he needs me to do." Watson tried his best to raise his soft, muddy hands to rub his temples, "You know What do I regret the most," he seemed to only need an exit, "what I regret the most is telling him that I want to slow down when he proposed to me, in fact, I should have said it the day after he proposed The one who took him to buy a ring, that's Sherlock, you really can't guarantee that he won't change his mind at any time." Tried to make a joke, Watson knew how stiff his face was without looking.

Wilton didn't speak, but this was new news. It seemed that his second brother had finally learned to keep even a secret from him and his eldest brother after many years.

"To be honest, I really admire you," Watson turned to Wilton after the subject changed. "One is your boyfriend and the other is your brother. I guess you are in more pain than me. But You even adopted the kid and it's business as usual, I really admire you."

Wilton erased all the expressions on his face, and then flattened his voice. He knew that the effect of showing numbness in front of Watson would be far more than grief, "That's their own choice, I can't help it, if they Any one of them can tell me that maybe nothing will happen." Consciously or unconsciously, Wilton emphasized "his own choice" in his voice, and he just wanted Watson to remember that what he encountered today Everything is Sherlock's own choice.Wilton has always been a cautious person, especially when his boyfriend ran away with his second brother without telling him anything. After all, Wilton didn't believe that those two people had no revenge The things he concealed from each other at Christmas, and when it comes to bad tastes, none of these people is worse than the other.

Watson didn't speak again, but since that day, he hasn't mentioned Sherlock even once, as if the detective never showed up.Seeing his reaction like this, both Mycroft and Wilton couldn't help but feel secretly in their hearts, let Sherlock be self-willed, he doesn't care if they torment him, but what if his beloved doctor does it?

Sherlock, who had already traced the relationship network from the small island to Germany, suddenly sneezed, and Moriarty next to him immediately fell into trouble, "It seems that your loyal little assistant misses you very much~" The voice was drawn out With the master's hostility, "When you go back, he will be very! Very! Happy! Happy!" It's good, why didn't he find it interesting to watch Sherlock and his assistants tormenting themselves before.

"At least John misses me, it's better than no one misses you." After half a year of running-in, Sherlock has begun to ignore Moriarty's provocation, "I told John the last time we met, find This is an opportunity to introduce his comrades in arms to Wilton, since he likes men, no matter how you look at it, John has much better friends than you."

Moriarty's complexion was a bit ugly, but when he thought of his boyfriend's reaction after they had sex for the first time, and the night after they came out of Eros Palace, Moriarty laughed again, "You really don't know your little brother, do you?" His voice was soft, "Not everyone is worthy of my dear boyfriend. Let me think about what I forgot to tell you at that time , "he raised the end of the voice, "the eldest brother is the boss of MI[-], and the second brother is a consulting detective, your younger brother~ a small killer in the underground world, just like Mycroft is just a small civil servant , I guess you remember the 'disappearances' of several senior CIA agents a few years ago, all at the hands of your little brother. Now, you still think the friend of lovely John would be suitable?"

Probably all parents in the world think that their children are the best and the most well-behaved. Although Sherlock is only a few years older than Wilton and has never taken care of him in fact, he himself said that his little brother is fine. Another person said he felt awkward. "John hurts people at some point, I don't think that's a problem." He doesn't even use the word "kill."

"Don Quixote and Sancho? The two of us prefer a more peaceful one." Moriarty narrowed his eyes, since Sherlock made it difficult for him, he would not make it easy for the other party.

This time, Sherlock's face was ugly, but he also knew that this meant the end of this topic between them, until one of them had more handles on the other.

"Knock knock", the door of the room rang, Sherlock and Moriarty quickly packed up their other thoughts, one turned up the collar of his coat and pretended to read a newspaper, the other stared at the computer screen carefully as if he was really enthusiastic about work office workers.

"Oh, my friends." A bearded man came in, "It's a pity that your friends are no longer here, although I don't know how long you have been away, but their names here are not Tom and Jerry anymore, Jonas and Dittmar, we Germans have better names than Yankees." His voice boomed.

Jonas and... Dittmar?Moriarty laughed and remembered the kiss that landed on his gloves back then. It seemed that what they caught this time was really that person's tail.

☆、64 Mycroft with a Toothache

Jonas felt that he was having a hard time these days. Since his brother got permission from that person last time, finding Moriarty seemed to be the only thing he cared about, about the management of London's underground world, manpower placement, Allegiance, and the intertwined investigations between various forces seemed to have lost interest in him, and Jonas, who was forced to take the lead on his own, felt that he was being used as several people by himself.Especially when Moran was extremely uncooperative—of course, based on the results of their meeting with Hades last time, it was already good that Moran showed up. This is the result of his trying to deal with it. Jonas is not stupid Well, it's one thing for Moran to come forward, and they never gave up the idea of ​​eating up all of Moriarty's original forces.

After being so busy for another three months, Jonas suddenly discovered a problem after finally straightening out the basic regulations of the underground world. In the past week or two, everything seemed to be going too smoothly, as if they had originally It was as if the obstacles he had encountered had disappeared, and the new rules had replaced the rules of the professor’s era. The rules he had achieved in the past week or two exceeded the sum of his hard work in the previous few months.

There is never anything that can be obtained without a price in this world. Jonas's dangerous nerve was touched. It was rare for him not to go on countless appointments, but to stay at home and think carefully about his situation. For everything he does in a short period of time, he needs to sort out his thoughts to detect possible problems in advance.

That is because he did not leave home, so he finally saw his brother again after a few months. "I thought you died outside?" The exit was sarcasm, even if they were brothers, Dittmar went too far this time.

Shaking his head without guilt, Dittmar didn't take it seriously, "I see that you are in trouble, my brother." It was also a coincidence that when he was tracking down Moriarty's possible traces, he received a call from Germany. An old friend called, and the other party accidentally said that someone had looked for them, which caught Dietmar's attention. Although there was no reason, he still didn't believe that the man would just die like this, "Our old friend found me , said that there are two people who are inquiring about us, guess who those two people look like?"

"Professor and that detective?" Jonas' voice was full of surprise, "Is the mouse really with the cat?"

"No, the professor will be mine in the end." Dittmar's voice was full of sternness, "It seems that the detective is nothing more than that, his boyfriend is so heartbroken, it's really not worth it." Thinking about him The "sweet couple" Dittmar used in the description of the friend is awkward, and Pluto is fine, why does he always miss that man again and again? !

Jonas rubbed his chin, "Do you think that MI[-] knows?" He didn't have Dietmar's thoughts, so his first consideration was why the professor appeared with the Holmes detective , what is going wrong in this.The most important thing is whether they were tied together voluntarily or there was something else hidden. You must know that they fell off the waterfall. Although memory loss sounds very unreliable, no one can guarantee that it will not happen.

"You mean the professor is fine?" Following Dittmar's prompt, Jonas directly thought of his "smoothness" during this period. Maybe he found the reason, probably because the professor from London came back?

"The professor shouldn't have any problems, but the detective can't tell," Dittmar pouted. On this point, he agreed with his brother. If there were no problems, the detective wouldn't talk to Moriarty. Mixed together, let alone pretending to be a lover.Yes, just pretending, even though his friend erotically mentioned that the little man's neck was covered with hickeys for several days, Dittmar still didn't believe that the detective would really talk to Moria Tee together.

"Should we talk to Ha..." Jonas just started and was interrupted by his brother, "There is no need for Pluto to intervene. He had already talked to Moriarty when he admitted that the professor was dead. It doesn't matter anymore, the professor will be mine, and only mine." His eyes fixed on Jonas fiercely, "My dear brother, don't do unnecessary things."

Jonas shrugged, well, if that's what his brother wanted, of course he would agree, but he would still report this possible information to the real boss behind them, Jonas could see clearly, that person spent The main reason they put in so much effort to get them to this point is because they are obedient enough.

So it was not unusual for Mycroft to receive an exquisite gift box a few days later. After multiple inspections, when it arrived in Mycroft's hands, there was only a thin white envelope without a single letter on it. .

"What's this?" Picking the envelope critically with the tip of the black umbrella in his hand, Mycroft's bad mood because of the idiot arguments in the council was clearly revealed.

"The sender didn't know about the package named for you." The assistant lady who changed her name every day said without looking up. They had done a lot of work in the early stage, and the sender was proved innocent. The wrapper was safe, and when opened there was nothing but the letter.Of course they also tried all known detection methods, and the letter was completely "clean", which is why it remained unopened on her boss's desk.The assistant lady would not admit that it was because she knew that her boss had just suppressed her anger, and she didn't want the boss's anger to spread on her by taking advantage of the opened letter, even if Mycroft knew that he had really opened the letter. A letter is also part of normal procedure.

Glancing at the female assistant with her head down, Mycroft suppressed his anger. He is a good boss, so his subordinates are a little cautious that he won't say anything.It's just that Mycroft laughed angrily when he saw the line inside the white envelope, it was still in capital letters in red, "Meddlers die", oh, there was an extra line, "I'm back ’” and this time there was even a signature, “M”.Seeing this letter that almost blatantly yelled that I am Moriarty and I am back, Mycroft wondered for the first time whether they thought highly of their opponents, even taking such mentally retarded hints. Come out, don't they realize that Moriarty's position has changed until now?

Yes, Moriarty's position. Mycroft has no doubt that this letter is from the person behind the scenes. If this letter is really from Moriarty, then he will only see one sentence , Brother, I'm back.Although Mycroft didn't want to admit it, the phrase "big brother" was more directional than the direct signature. After all, not everyone knew that Moriarty was actually the other half of his little brother.

Then the origin of this letter is interesting. He lightly tapped his fingers on the table, and the smile on the corner of Mycroft's mouth deepened. This was a test, to test his attitude towards Moriarty, but why?Obviously, the professor and Sherlock died together on the bright side, and Hades declared war on Sherlock Holmes because of this incident. Why would anyone test his attitude towards Moriarty at this time?

It only took less than a minute for Mycroft to figure everything out. I'm afraid the exact whereabouts of his willful brother and Moriarty have been noticed by the other party, that is, because the consulting criminal in London is actually the same as the consulting detective. Lu aroused the other party's suspicion.However, the idea that Moriarty will stand with someone sincerely must not be believed by that person. That's why today's temptation was made. Mycroft had planned it, and as for Sherlock, oh, of course he was also involved, in order to catch them all when they showed their weakness.

This letter was both a test and a provocation. Mycroft closed his eyes and wrote in red and capital letters. The other party was undoubtedly reminding him of what had happened before. If it wasn't for Wilton, Mycroft might have hesitated. But with his little brother in the relationship... He opened his eyes, and it was never Moriarty's position that he had to worry about.On this point, he and Sherlock coincided. Even though they didn't trust Moriarty, they both believed in Wilton's judgment that Moriarty would not be a threat to the Holmes family, at least not right now.

"Burn the letter, find a few people to strengthen the surveillance on Baker Street, and act more aggressively." Since the other party wanted to see his reaction, he gave it to him.Mycroft deliberately acted as if he was worried that someone would hurt Watson. After all, he "should" know that his brother was "dead", so protecting his brother's "ex-boyfriend" was the only thing he could do. Yes, given the well-known "consulting criminals and consulting detectives never die".

"Do you want to inform your younger brother?" Miss Blackberry asked one more detail. The doctor they deployed on Baker Street might not notice. In fact, since one of her boss' younger brothers left, the military doctor has almost everything in the world around him. They all refused to accept, but the other brother of the boss is still there.Focusing on the BlackBerry again, the assistant lady tried her best not to remind herself of Paris who cut herself alive. The boss's younger brother has no one to serve, and the boss's wife is better.

"No, I'll go see him." Mycroft, who changed his mind temporarily, thought of his little brother who was a little too well-behaved recently. How long has it been since he heard from him?It will be almost half a year. The last time he heard from the other party was that he wanted to adopt the boy who should be Moriarty's own son. What was his name?He rubbed his temples lightly, oh, yes, it should be named Augustine, and then there was a series of busy work, maybe he should go to meet that child, anyway, is it a "Pork"?

With this in mind, Mycroft visited 220, the door was opened from the inside, and he seemed to see his little brother back to his childhood in a trance. "Hello, what can I do for you?" Slightly raised a fifteen-degree smile, looking neither friendly nor alienated, the well-tailored handmade shirt was flat without a single wrinkle, just the right etiquette, with him behind his back Mycroft was a little dazed when he blended some retro furniture together. This boy had completely lost the shadow in the photo on the file. Anyone who had seen Wilton would have no doubts about the parent-child relationship between them. — even though they don't come from the same genetic pair in appearance, they act and act like they were printed from the same mold at first glance.

Yes, it's only at first glance, and it's fine to fool others. For Mycroft, after the initial shock, there is still a big difference in temperament between this boy and his little brother. The little brother always has a deep indifference to the world, but this boy is just imitating it.

"Mycroft Holmes, your name." Mycroft seemed to put all his weight on the black umbrella in hand, but he didn't sit down. He looked the boy up and down, good, so far he Did not show any timidity.

"Augustine H. Polk, sir." Augustine judged by intuition and observation that this man was not an ordinary person, so he let someone walk in directly, but his pupils shrank suddenly when the other party's name was announced. Knowing that his adoptive father inherited all of Moriarty's "inheritance", he couldn't figure out why a Sherlock Holmes appeared here.Even though he was only a child, the study and contact with Sebastian and others during this period of time gave him a lot of news. For example, Uncle John's lover is Sherlock Holmes; Consulting detectives; for another example, his biological father invented a profession called consulting criminals... No one needs to explain, detectives and criminals are born sworn enemies, coupled with the story of their "duel to death" together, Augustine was confused for a while Uncle John has a good relationship with his adoptive father. After all, no matter how you look at it, the two people should have completely opposite positions.

"Please drink tea, what can I do?" Although his heart was beating drums, Augustine still did his best as if entertaining a guest who had no clue about the details, only his slightly trembling hands betrayed his true emotions.But that was only for a moment. After putting down the teacup, the boy turned around and put his hands behind his back, using everything he could to hide his true emotions. Augustine was a good student, and everything Wilton taught him He did a great job.

Taking a sip of hot tea, Mycroft was quite satisfied with the boy's behavior so far, "I'm looking for your father." He didn't hide it at all, "Is Charon here?" Augustine's good performance decided to let the boy relax. No matter what he knew, being able to say Charon's name at least meant that Mycroft was not an enemy.

Sure enough, Augustine let go of his hand, but the confusion in his eyes deepened. According to his previous judgment, the surname Holmes should be in a hostile position with both his biological father and adoptive father, but he heard the card. Uncle Rong's name, what does this mean?The other party showed that he was not hostile?

If you don't understand, just let it go. Augustine, who is in the stage of blind worship, has developed a "good habit" of looking for Wilton if he doesn't understand anything. In his eyes, his adoptive father is omnipotent, especially The other party is at their home again, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

"Father was drinking at Uncle John's