Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

Fren explained that Linda was only temporarily acting as a psychologist because she knew that Sherlock would die if Linda were to explode there. "Besides, the real killers are either dead or caught now. If you explode now, it will probably only affect these children."

Resentment has its source; don't vent it recklessly on innocent people, otherwise, what's the difference between you and the person who hurt you?

Moral blackmail is effective; even a virtuous person can be deceived by moral means.

The fact that this child considers Ania a companion shows that there is still some space in his heart that is touched by sunshine.

Fren suddenly felt like he was a villain...

But it's not a big problem, as long as we can fool this kid.

A child is not suitable for being lectured on grand principles; he can't understand anything too complicated. Fren doesn't think that every child outside is named Sherlock Holmes.

As long as Linda is willing to live, there are many ways in this world to help her regain her health.

The absurdity of the gods is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. The book describes how, with just the ability, qualifications, and a price, one can influence all tangible things in reality by wielding the power of the gods.

This naturally includes the body.

Due to Linda's own fire abilities, this body may require frequent repairs, and the cost of these repairs will increase over time. "Burn Everything" is extremely valuable; using it to handle dangerous items from the mystical realm and earn commissions would easily cover her medical expenses.

If this little girl can live to be over twenty, then her trip will not have been in vain, at least she will have seen all kinds of scenery on this continent.

Watching this rather dangerous little girl quietly, Fren believed she would make the right choice.

This simple logic was indeed just right, within Linda's comprehension. Understanding doesn't equate to acceptance; two conflicting emotions swirled in Linda's mind, and the 8-year-old girl's brain seemed to freeze.

She certainly wanted to blow herself up and burn everyone who had experimented on her and Anya to ashes; that was hatred.

But through Anya's mind-reading ability, Linda knew that there were indeed many volunteers, staff, and scholars here who genuinely loved these children.

Kind people should not be hurt; this is love.

Emotions cannot be canceled out; they can only be suppressed or reach a delicate balance. Love and hate intertwined, rising and falling, until finally, under Freun's indifferent gaze, he nodded.

As expected, Furen didn't have any particular thoughts, but the changes in the Heavenly Eye's assessment next made Furen's heart stir.

The girl's lifespan and other descriptions remained unchanged, but a new entry appeared on her forehead.

[The pain of separation from loved ones is edible.]

Our love was as deep as the sea, yet fate is fickle, like a tumbleweed. Holding hands at the pavilion, we grieved at the broken willow branches; parting ways on the ancient road, our sorrow carried away by the wind.

Across ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers, all communication is cut off; the treacherous roads of Shu, though seemingly endless, leave only empty dreams. Most poignant is the longing that ages me to the bone; in the cold night, a solitary lamp weeps for the fading crimson petals.

[Effects of Consumption: Slightly increases self-healing and flesh manipulation experience points; 1.5 ability fragments]

The love that binds them together, born from mutual support, is etched deep into their souls. It's an indelible image in the girl's eyes, and also the driving force that keeps her going.

......

[The suffering of being with those you hate is edible.]

[Past grievances and evil deeds have led to encounters with enemies in this life. Upon meeting, anger and hatred ignite, and frequent encounters breed disputes and trouble.]

Desiring to avoid it only leads to a narrow path; thinking of leaving only creates new, bitter ties. When will I be able to release all the hatred of my life and transform into a free and easy breeze?

[Effects of Consumption: Slightly increases experience points in self-healing and flesh manipulation abilities; 1 ability fragment.]

The opposite of love is resentment. A young girl resents anything that destroys beauty; that is one of the few pure lands in her heart.

(10 Ability Fragments can be used.)

It turns out that it's not just objects that can solidify; given certain conditions, one can also witness the suffering one can endure in a person.

Upon careful consideration, this makes perfect sense. The source of the suffering and unfulfilled desires depicted on the bronze statue of the benevolent father was the sick and cultists who worshipped him day and night.

However, compared to the suffering of not getting what you want, the suffering of separation from loved ones and the suffering of being with those you hate only bring a small amount of experience points.

But what caught Furen's attention even more was the [ability fragment] at the back.

If we think about it a bit further, does that mean that as long as we can collect enough ability fragments, we can combine them to form a new ability?

It could even be this girl's ability.

Flames that burn everything...

To be honest, Fren was quite interested; what he lacked was offensive capability.

The only problem is that there aren't enough fragments. Furen doesn't need the skill experience for now, so he decides to nurture this little leek and harvest it when there are more ability fragments.

"Live well," Fren advised again before leaving the room.

At that moment, Watson and Charlotte had just come out of the first room.

Sherlock glanced at Fren, surprised that Fren would meddle in this matter; it wasn't like Fren at all. In Charlotte's memory, Fren didn't like interacting with other people, especially troublesome children.

"Will they be sent to an orphanage later?"

"Yes, orphanages are professionals at taking in war orphans." Sherlock watched Watson go to persuade the next child. "But ordinary orphanages definitely won't do. Let's look for some more specialized institutions."

"It's none of my business. Go find Mycroft yourself." Fren shook his head. After finishing his business here, he had decided to go back.

It's almost 2:30 in the morning, I need to hurry home so I can get a good night's sleep before work.

They got a pistol for free, but didn't fire a single shot; the risks were all taken care of by the soldiers brought by Major Watkins.

After saying goodbye to Charlotte, Furen headed out of the accommodation area. He didn't ask Charlotte to pay special attention to Anya; the girl certainly had some luck.

As soon as I stepped out of the door that had been violently opened, I saw an elderly woman wearing the same style of pajamas as the children.

The old man was not tall, with white hair and beard, a slightly receding hairline, and a cane. He looked quite kind.

Major Wezley Watkins standing next to the old man is a bit like the contrast between Yao Ming and Guo Jingming.

However, the attitude was reversed. Major Watkins spoke softly, looking somewhat reserved, "Professor Olsen, I'll have someone take you home."

As he spoke, Major Watkins was about to help the old man up from the chair in the corridor.

"No need." The old man, addressed as Professor Olsen, pushed away Major Watkins's large hand with his wrinkled fingers. Behind his round-framed glasses, his eyes looked at the villa area, revealing a trace of sadness. "It's all my fault. I should have known..."

Professor Olsen murmured to himself, his already hunched body appearing even older.

Upon seeing someone emerge from the accommodation area, Professor Olsen shuddered, stood up leaning on his cane, and asked, "Sir, may I ask...?"

"They are all safe and sound, and there will be a good ending." Fren looked at the professor, knowing that he should be completely unaware of the truth about the laboratory.