Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

(There are 2 free chapters left, just shy of 20 words. There was only one chapter left, but being a bit of a perfectionist, I added it.)

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Fren hates wasting time on meaningless journeys. After leaving City Hall today, he spent less than half an hour in Sheringford, spending the rest of the time either on the plane or in the car.

As the sun set, Fren and Mycroft returned to the manor.

"Are there any alchemical items that can be used for spatial teleportation?" Furen lay on the sofa, looking somewhat lazy.

In front of Mycroft, he doesn't have to act the same way as outside; Fren can switch from machine mode to normal human mode.

"Yes, but those are strategic weapons. Even the emperor can't use them casually." Mycroft was examining one muddy item after another, occasionally glancing at the animals his brother had adopted a few days ago. "But the emperor wouldn't care about these props."

Fren raised an eyebrow and quietly looked at Mycroft.

This useful tool, no matter how much it's consumed, will surely be coveted by many. Even the emperor should value it highly.

"Level nine or higher superhumans can briefly allow their bodies and souls to enter the subspace," Mycroft told Francis Soko, revealing some secrets. "Reality and the subspace are two independent dimensions, with no one-to-one correspondence between coordinates. Through the subspace, one can achieve abilities similar to spatial teleportation."

"Which emperor is that?" Furen asked, somewhat curious about this emperor who only existed in legends. "Is he a ninth-rank emperor, or higher?"

This is the third emperor since the founding of the nation.

"This is a royal secret." Mycroft put on a ring bearing the family crest, examined it, raised his eyelids slightly, and was quite satisfied. This ring also contained supernatural abilities, which would be of some use to him.

Looking up and seeing that Furen was still staring at him, Mycroft said, "This emperor is still young, only two years older than Sherlock, so he is only a level nine superhuman at the moment."

Furen calculated that the emperor should be five years older than him.

At 23 years old, he has reached the ninth level; he is truly a genius among geniuses.

However, Fren believed that his level would be quite high five years from now.

More precisely, Furen didn't care about the level of superhumans. Even superhuman abilities and professions were just tools to him; the most important thing was to improve his own three-dimensional attribute values.

With his physique maxed out, Furen could use Dragon Duke's punch to teach Fang Yuan Blood Escape; that's the beauty of numbers.

"Remember to come home for dinner tomorrow night," Mycroft said to Fren before leaving, referring to his home in the city center.

Fren nodded, indicating that he had heard.

After Mycroft left, Fren remained sitting in the living room.

"That's a really useful ability..."

Observing the surrounding environment by sensing the flow of air is naturally not as convenient as [spiritual perception].

However, by combining these two abilities, Furen can influence the "wind" within his perception range. The greater the distance, the greater the consumption of ripples.

We should act within our capabilities; it can be surprisingly effective in critical moments.

Have you decided on your names yet?

The bird and two dogs must have been tired from playing in the huge manor all day, so it was quite quiet at night.

Upon hearing Fren's words, the two dogs twitched their ears but didn't react much.

Like Fren, they viewed names as merely nouns with a specific meaning and didn't dwell too much on their deeper significance.

But this bird, its feathers ruffled, and its voice, no longer hoarse, boomed, "I've decided, I'll call it Rose Rainbow Steel Trumpet."

"Isn't it beautiful? It perfectly suits my personality!"

He likes roses.

Its feathers are as beautiful as a rainbow.

Its claws and beak are harder than steel.

Her singing voice was no worse than that of a loudspeaker-shaped recorder.

"It's your business what name you choose for yourself. I'll call you Fifth Brother from now on." Furen found it hard to imagine what it would be like to hear this name from outsiders.

So they simply used a homophone of the Chinese name for parrot, "wu" (鹉) and "wu" (五), and only Freun could understand the meaning behind it.

Fifth Brother: (ˉ▽￣～) Tch~~

Ignoring Fren's thoughts, the fifth brother happily flapped his wings and flew to the little nest he had built for himself.

There were paintbrushes and drawing paper that he had found somewhere nearby, and he planned to design a business card for himself.

After petting the two dogs beside him, Fren went upstairs to rest. The two dogs had already chosen their usual resting spots and no longer needed to sleep in Fren's room.

Upon reaching the third floor, Furen walked a few more steps to his room.

As Floren gripped the doorknob next door, about to exert force, he heard a sound coming from the side.

"If you dare to step into my room again, I will kill you."

Turning his head, he saw a figure leaning against the window in the corridor.

Neither the [wind] nor [mental perception] could Furen sense the presence of any objects there.

Only the eyes can see this figure, which is what she deliberately made Furen see.

But it doesn't matter, Fren trusts the entries the most.

"You arrived earlier than I expected," Fren said calmly.

Mycroft never imagined that he and Fren would board the plane, only for his sister to step out of the heavily guarded Sheringford.

However, it must have been in a hurry, because Euros didn't even change his clothes and was still wearing the loose lab coat.

According to Freun's observation, it should be underwear that was not worn on the body.

It's unclear whether Sheringford didn't provide it, or if Olos simply found it too troublesome to wear.

Seeing that Euros had no intention of speaking, Fren turned and went back to his room.

Euros is nominally dead and has lost her right to inherit the manor. Even if the neighboring property belongs to her, Fren has the "right" to kick her out.

However, the consequence might be that the two of them end up fighting.

Fren was the one who was being dominated.

His spirit wouldn't die, and his body wasn't so easy to kill either, but he couldn't hurt the other party either.

From this perspective, Fren still believes that ignoring Euros's rest here is more in his own interest.

Those who have nowhere to belong are the most inconspicuous; any life that doesn't have her permission will overlook her existence.

Thinking of the description in this entry, Fren felt a slight stirring in his heart.

That's a great ability; it allows you to reduce your own visibility.

This also explains why Orlos appeared around the Holmes family time and time again without being noticed.

Even if Mycroft could detect something amiss, he would choose to "ignore" it.

These anomalies are related to real identity and are not allowed to exist.

"I wonder what her profession is..."

Fren loves this job; it's perfect for someone like him who's just giving up.

He likes to stay in a secluded corner and do things that interest him.

If you have the opportunity, you can look up information about this profession and try to get a job.