Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

In this era still shrouded in ambiguity regarding war, both the technological and the mystical aspects are developing rapidly.

The most important thing, of course, is talent in various fields.

The director may seem cynical, but he is actually very concerned about the security bureau's talent pool.

It was definitely not because he had delegated all his work to his subordinate officers, making his daily life too boring, that he resorted to swindling and cheating to provide fresh blood for the Security Bureau for his own amusement.

Yuri was one of them. The child's "weaknesses" were too clear, so Chief Wilke lured him to work as an intern at the Security Bureau with just a few words.

With such a special talent as Frenz, the director naturally wanted to see if he could be recruited. "He doesn't seem like a benevolent father at all."

The blessing of a benevolent father is not the same as flesh-and-blood abilities.

It can only be said that due to the nature of the benevolent father, blessed beings have a greater probability of awakening abilities related to "life." Flesh-and-blood abilities are only one of them; in addition, it is also possible for flesh-and-blood beings to awaken plant manipulation, but the probability is relatively low.

A loving father has compassion for suffering, and his blessings amplify vitality, while the instincts of life are magnified in the process.

Plants will stretch out their branches and leaves to compete for sunlight and spread their roots to obtain more water; animals do the same, hunting prey, occupying territory, and seeking everything that is advantageous.

In humans, it's no longer just instinct. The benevolent father who bestows blessings will crave everything that is beneficial to him, possessing without restraint.

I can use it all, but I can't live without it.

In other words, it's "greed".

This is the characteristic of a benevolent father who bestows blessings.

Furthermore, the flesh and blood of one's own kind can directly amplify one's strength through transplantation and consumption. Faced with flesh and blood containing high-level blessings, the benevolent father finds it difficult to maintain rationality amidst intense "greed."

That's why Chief Wilke felt that Fren didn't seem like a benevolent father or a benefactor at all.

If Fren's flesh manipulation had not been awakened by the blessing of the Father, or if there were other evil gods within Fren who rivaled the Father, then Fren's choice would not have surprised Director Wilke.

But Mycroft ruled out both of these possibilities, leaving only the cause as Fren's own.

To maintain one's true self through one's own efforts and under the blessing of the gods is truly a rare talent.

In recent years, the Security Bureau has recruited quite a few new people, all of whom are talented, but most are in administrative positions. Highly promising combat personnel like Yuri are rare; many have been poached by the military.

Right next to Mycroft, Weyman Wilke was figuring out how to get his brother involved.

Mycroft wasn't paying much attention to these details; he was currently feeling his watch with his fingertips.

The hands of this mechanical watch are no different from those of an ordinary watch; what's important is the unique dial with its individual markings.

There are two markings that are faintly glowing and gradually dimming.

One is green, and the other is blue.

Green isn't important; there were too many benevolent fathers giving blessings here. Blue, on the other hand, is more interesting.

This frequency represents the wise.

Among those present just now were people who were being observed by the wise man.

It is weak, but it does exist.

Mycroft decided to pay attention, since intelligence and combat strength are not directly equivalent.

The three people in the car all had different ideas. Yuri was thinking about picking up his sister from get off work tonight and then going out for a candlelight dinner.

He was starving.

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At that moment, Fren was walking out of a high-end restaurant in the Berlin business district, where he had just spent 50 ducats on a meal.

Half a week's wages for Fren is roughly 1000 RMB. In this world, that's enough to buy enough staple food to feed a family of three for a month.

For a whole week now, Fren had been living this slightly bourgeois lifestyle. Of course, he always signed Mycroft's name.

Driving his sedan, Fren once again drove away from the city.

The city hall is in the city center, while his estate is located in an old town area adjacent to the city's outskirts. It's actually quite a distance from the city hall, about a half-hour drive.

Although it's called the suburbs, the closer you get to this area, the wider the roads become, wide enough for ten cars to drive side by side, and the cleaner the environment becomes. The trees along the roadside are trimmed as straight as utility poles.

Along the way home, Fren could see many walls, each containing different private estates of varying sizes, some over ten square kilometers, others only two or three square kilometers.

This vast area has only a portion of buildings; the rest consists of private ranches, lawns, and similar spaces used for cultivating one's mind and spirit.

The Holmes family manor is located in a lush, green forest.

The creaking electric gate opened wide, and Fren drove in, driving for a few minutes before parking his unremarkable Ford sedan next to the two luxury cars.

These two cars are unsuitable for commuting to work. The border conflict only ended over twenty years ago, and the wounds of war have not yet fully healed. Openly flaunting wealth will only provoke strong public hostility, which is not good for the declining Holmes family.

Walking through the empty stone building, the crisp sound of Fren's leather shoes echoed in the quiet corridor.

After going up to the third floor and returning to his room to change into his home clothes, Floren made himself a cup of green tea and sat by the window, looking at the lake in the distance that reflected the sunset and evening glow.

"Just another ordinary day," Fren muttered to himself.

Life after get off work is just this simple and unpretentious.

There was a hint of deathly stillness in the quiet.

This was perfect for Francessoko, whose pregnancy was shrouded in mystery, since he didn't enjoy socializing anyway.

Living in this manor where he lives alone is definitely a blessing for people with social anxiety.

After finishing his green tea, just as the sun was setting, Floren took a flashlight and went to the study on the first floor.

This manor held no secrets for Fren. He easily opened the mechanisms and entered the Holmes family's secret basement, a place filled with hidden secrets.

Unlike the outside, which is cleaned regularly, the basement is somewhat dusty.

The Holmes couple rarely return here on their own initiative, and Sherlock and Mycroft have long since memorized all the books in the collection. Therefore, now only Fren walks here.

During his time here, Fran has been using quantum speed reading to read books every night to learn the truth about this world. The former Francessoko didn't care about these things, so he knew very little about them.

After awakening his memories, Furen read many history books and gained a more realistic understanding of the world, but he had only read about half of the books in the collection.

Having adjusted his reading plan, Fren went to a new bookshelf and pulled out an ancient book with a linen cover.

An Introduction to Evil Gods - The Compassionate Father Chapter