After Sherlock finished speaking, it became dead quiet.
Professor Bacon straightened his body. Then he folded his arms to support his chin and leaned on the sofa twice, making bone scraping sounds.
Sherlock was patient. He crossed his legs and sipped his thick, fragrant, and bloody chrysanthemum tea.
"You're saying…"
Professor Bacon stood up and paced in the room.
"Your Goblin friends are taking part in the graduation research? Apologies Lord Sherlock, perhaps you've misunderstood my intention. I didn't make it clear. The capability of the combatants cannot be too strong or too weak. I'm afraid the Goblins might not be up to the job. If the Goblins become the targets of the Liches, the college might prefer to set up more scarecrows instead."
