Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

Based on the information about Secretary McMahon's thoughts in the entry, Fren guessed what the secretary was going to do.

Kefren considered himself just an 18-year-old kid and had no intention of taking on a part-time job.

Being an assassin is quite different from the lifestyle I envisioned for the future.

Yes, Miss Joel and Minister McMahon are both assassins.

Occasionally, Joel would dress up beautifully at night, carrying a melee weapon, and engage in group games with certain gentlemen. Sometimes, she would accidentally kill someone alive, forcing Miss Joel to finish them off.

Secretary McMahon, on the other hand, was more skilled with firearms and adept at long-range kills, pulling the trigger and leaving.

However, this world is full of strange and wonderful abilities, and even alchemical bullets aren't foolproof. Miss Joel, who uses melee weapons, has a higher margin for error.

Unfortunately, the assassin profession has always been high-risk and low-reward.

The killers of the "Garden" organization are even more so; they kill those who cannot be tried by the security bureau and the law due to insufficient evidence.

These people have power and influence, which allows them to cover up their crimes. In order to bring them the fate they deserve, "The Garden" came into being.

To carry out this kind of dark justice requires extremely high levels of strength, moral standards, and character.

They either need to be trained from a young age or rely on internal referrals.

The "garden," staffed by fewer than ten people, was struggling to keep up with the cleanup efforts in the country of Ostonia.

Especially with the recent incident involving the laboratory, these children's abilities seem to have been "reserved" like scarce organs.

The list of buyers was so long it gave the gardener a headache.

The headquarters of the assassin organization, Garden, is indeed a garden, planted with all sorts of exotic flowers, rare herbs, and fruit trees.

The centenarian kindergarten director worked overtime for several days to prepare this list, and some of the flowers and plants even wilted.

Being tired is one thing, but not having time to water my own plants is truly unbearable. I decisively pulled out a list of retired plant killers and asked these old friends for help.

The earliest group of gardeners were formed by a few lawless retired police officers and soldiers after the founding of Ostonia, and the current director is one of them.

Nearly a century has passed, and the current codenames, such as Thorn Princess, St. John's Wong, and others, are the third generation of assassins. Minister McMahon is the second generation assassin, now in his fifties with grandchildren, and has also reached retirement age at City Hall.

I submitted my retirement application to the garden several times, but the garden director brushed me off each time.

As Ostonia's population grows, so does the number of people who need to be put on trial. The director now deeply regrets signing those retirement applications so readily back then and plans to take this opportunity to drag the old folks who are still alive back into the fire.

The principal is over a hundred years old and still working on the front lines. How can those second-generation assassins, who are only around sixty years old, have the nerve to retire?

But most of them just say "get lost".

The word "get lost" is already very euphemistic. An old friend used a slang term from ninety years ago to kindly greet the principal's parents.

Two of the second-generation assassins were persuaded, mainly because they had run out of money and wanted to earn some more for retirement.

Another person believes their son has potential. Although he hasn't formally accessed the complete supernatural system yet, he should grow into a good assassin. Being a little weak doesn't matter; he has self-healing abilities, giving him a higher margin for error than ordinary assassins. If all else fails, strapping him with area-of-effect bombs or chemical weapons will definitely increase his mission success rate.

Most of the above are direct quotes from the letter, and when Fren saw them, his eyes twitched.

Give me back my mother who stays up until 4 a.m., sitting in the living room with the lights on, waiting for me to come home!

This scene only happened 5 hours ago, has the old mother changed that much?

Listen to this! Do you think your son is some kind of special training dog that was strapped with bombs and sent to blow up tanks during World War II?

It is a dog that can still be reused.

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Right there in Fren's office, Minister McMahon made no secret of his other identity and told Fren about some information about the garden.

The level of openness left Frey speechless. What kind of image did he have in the eyes of outsiders and his parents before? Why would they let him know these things so readily?

Secretary McMahon placed the original letter on Fren's desk. The handwriting on the paper was all too familiar to Fren; it was indeed written by his biological mother, with whom he had no blood relation.

The minister stated frankly that if Furen agreed, he would take him to see the headmaster that very night. As a perk, Furen would have early access to the extraordinary system, which is extremely valuable even in the mystical realm, and the garden would provide all the necessary training resources.

"But I refuse," Fran replied without hesitation. "My favorite thing to do, Francessoko, is to say no to those who are self-righteous, even my old mother."

First, the gardener is conducting a "just" trial, but Freun has a shallow understanding of social interaction and does not need social recognition or seek self-satisfaction in this way.

Fren didn't think he was that important; even without him, history would continue to unfold.

Secondly, the garden's legacy may be hard to come by, but Fren will be going to university in a few months.

As the most orthodox way to cultivate the extraordinary, Freun does not believe that Berlin University, one of the top universities, lacks a top-notch system for cultivating the extraordinary.

How elegant it would be to learn from Professor Olsen and become an elemental mage! Even though both of his current abilities are related to close combat, Furen still doesn't like to become a physical cultivator with great strength.

Even if I yearn for extraordinary power, I shouldn't be so impatient as to not even wait a few months.

Finally, there's the salary.

Fren isn't short of money, and Mycroft will be back in a few days. He can borrow Mycroft's credit card then; buying a house with that card would be a piece of cake.

None of the various reasons were convincing; the profession of assassin held no appeal for Floren whatsoever.

"Minister, please leave." Fren's attitude was polite, but his tone was resolute.

Compared to other time travelers, Furen had a perfect start.

He has two older brothers who can handle things on the front lines, and he also has innate talent.

As long as he endures more hardship and steadily grows stronger, Furen thinks he might one day become an ancestor.

What kind of despair would someone have to take on a part-time job that keeps them up all night, fighting with razor blades?

"I, Francessoko Holmes, would rather starve to death, die outside, or jump off a clock tower than become an assassin."

Fren stood up, opened the door, and with a polite smile, ushered Secretary Matthew McMahon out.

Secretary McMahon didn't say much, just left a letter. He adjusted his glasses and smiled at Fren before leaving, saying, "Give my regards to Timothy; it's been a while since we last saw each other."