Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

"Come with me," Mycroft said to Fren, wiping the sauce from his mouth.

Actually, Fren had already eaten before Mycroft arrived, but Mycroft and his secretary seemed to be enjoying their meal, while he sat there awkwardly, looking a bit out of place.

So, Furen ordered another serving of the same food that cost at least 50 ducats. With Flesh Manipulation, Furen's digestive abilities were terrifyingly enhanced, and he wasn't worried about not being able to finish it.

After putting the last piece of medium-rare steak into his mouth and swallowing it, Floren said, "You can't expect me to work illegally just because I used your credit card a little bit."

Mycroft seemed not to have heard the word "slightly" in Fren's words, and said indifferently, "To what extent can your 'copying' achieve?"

Yesterday afternoon, when faced with Stanislavski's body, Fren's composure was recognized by Mycroft.

Since Fren can improve his strength in this way, he doesn't mind using his connections to let Fren get some benefits.

"As long as it's not too abstract, it should be fine."

Furen's memory is limitless; he can memorize the physical structure of all abilities.

The flesh-and-blood abilities of those blessed by the benevolent father leave extremely obvious traces on their bodies. As long as Furen allows his own structure to grow to the corresponding strength and form, he will naturally gain the corresponding abilities; the only difference lies in the experience of using them.

"I can transfer you to the execution department of the central government," Mycroft said calmly. "The law is very standardized nowadays. Whether it's the military or the security bureau, the criminals they arrest must go through a court trial before they can be imprisoned or executed."

Those sentenced to death by the central government court are all rather "special" prisoners. I've already arranged it; you'll be in charge of the final step before the execution, and you'll have one hour of alone time with each prisoner.

Fren put aside his joking with Mycroft and seriously considered his brother's words.

An hour was enough time for Fren to record extremely complex abilities.

Fren, of course, wasn't naive enough to believe that the "special" prisoners Mycroft spoke of were all of Stanislavsky's caliber. These cultists, if not for being in Berlin, the capital of Ostonia, could easily be dealt with by the local city's security detail.

Those who are tried by the central government courts are all criminals with a notorious reputation. Such people naturally possess extraordinary skills.

Those blessed by a loving father are only a small fraction of them.

After all, this world isn't just home to the Benevolent Father, a transdimensional evil god.

There is no distinction between good and evil gods in the warp; this is a subjective human description of what exists in the warp.

Humans perceive those who bring positive influences as righteous gods; beings like benevolent fathers, whose actions may deviate from conventional morality, are categorized as evil gods.

In reality, whether it's a righteous god or an evil god, believers can go astray. In order to maintain order in the country, it's natural to arrest these destabilizing elements.

The trials and executions announced by the central government can mitigate some of the impact of these individuals and also make those with superpowers who have restless minds calm down and understand the consequences of crossing the line.

The number of prisoners who are valued so highly must not be large, but each one of them is a strong individual.

Even if only one or two flesh-and-blood type ability users can be copied by Furen, it will still result in a qualitative improvement.

"Standing on the shoulders of giants." At this moment, Fren felt a deep brotherly affection and wanted to give Mycroft a warm hug. "My dear brother, you are like a giant tree rooted in Ostonia, shading me from the sun and bringing me coolness."

The secretary was still eating voraciously, her appetite a secret she couldn't quite discern.

She is a typical Western beauty with long, wavy black hair, a curvaceous figure, and a healthy tan complexion and pretty face that are very eye-catching.

Looking at the entry above her head, Fren knew that she was not only a secretary, but also Mycroft's bodyguard.

As for strength...

It's quite shameful that Fren, who has only been awakening flesh manipulation for two days, is still no match for this secretary bodyguard.

Fren sighed and decided to eat a few bites of the cake, which was filled with brotherly affection, to improve his strength first.

"In the time before you start school, record several abilities," Mycroft instructed. "You don't have much pressure right now, so there's no need to rush to improve your mystical abilities."

The mention of university brought up another question: "Why was knowledge about gods never taught at Eden Academy?"

This is something that Fren has been curious about these past two days. He spent 12 years studying at Eden Academy, where the teachers taught physics-related knowledge and always avoided discussing the mystical side.

If any students press the teacher about righteous or evil gods, they will only be punished with lightning. Similar to the punishments in school in a previous life, accumulating seven lightning strikes will result in expulsion.

This was absolutely terrifying for the children of Eden Academy. After witnessing several children being struck by lightning, the other students learned what they should and shouldn't ask.

Not only Eden Academy, but the Holmes family also had a similar attitude. Until Fryn graduated, he was not allowed to enter the basement containing the Holmes family's library, which contained knowledge related to the supernatural.

That's why, when Fren was kidnapped, he couldn't even understand a simple ritual and needed help from the gothic girl who was also in the same boat.

"Because the power of God can influence a person's will," Mycroft said.

With some time to spare before sunrise, Mycroft didn't mind explaining some basic facts to Fren before taking him to the prison to familiarize himself with the area. In Mycroft's view, this was also a duty of an older brother.

Charlotte was a bit rebellious from a young age; the more you forbid her from doing something, the more she wants to do it. Unlike Fren, Charlotte truly only cares about the result, not the process. She had already read through the entire family's book collection by middle school. At Eden Academy, she accumulated five bolts of lightning and learned why the mystical knowledge wasn't taught to the children.

Therefore, Mycroft didn't have the chance to explain these things to Charlotte.

"Your situation is rather special. The vast majority of those who receive blessings will be affected to varying degrees."

Adults have a complete set of ideas and are somewhat more resistant to change. But children are like blank canvases, easily stained with strong colors. Eden Academy would rather sacrifice some potential than risk greater contamination.

This was also a consensus among many nobles.