Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

For Fren, Friday was a kind day.

On this day, the week's wages will be paid, and then it's the weekend.

"Good morning, Miss Joel." When Fren greeted her this morning, she did not call her Miss Blair.

Joel understood Fren's character, so he simply smiled and said, "Good day, Mr. Fren."

Because of you, Miss Joel has to take care of some unexpected guests.

guest?

Of course, Fren knew what "guest" meant, but was Miss Joel affected because of him?

Fren considered himself a good young man of the new era in Ostonia and never did anything to incite hatred.

Back in his office, Fren wasn't happy, not even when he was touching a 100 ducat bill.

Miss Joel's strength is beyond what Fren can comprehend.

In this world, the characters that Fren is familiar with may have slightly different details, but their roles are the same. For example, Mycroft is still awesome in this world.

Miss Joel is already so outrageous in the manga, so if you put her in this heavily modified world, you could easily believe that she's Saitama's idealized version of him.

Miss Joel wouldn't suffer any serious harm under these circumstances, but Fren disliked the feeling.

When Furen was reading the Under One Person comic in his previous life, he found one sentence in it quite interesting.

"Not a hair will be plucked, not a hair will be taken."

Furen's humility stems from the fact that interpersonal relationships and such are too troublesome. If you get along well with others, they might ask for your help someday.

Fren didn't like this, and naturally he didn't like causing trouble for others because of his own situation.

Only in this way can one attain a truly peaceful life.

The problem is that Fren still doesn't know who the mastermind is.

After thinking for a moment, Fren got up and left the office, going up to the third floor of the city hall.

The staff in the city hall are arranged in a strict pyramid structure. The first floor is filled with basic clerks like Fren. The second floor houses section chiefs with slightly more power, and the third floor is occupied by ministers.

Each floor has the same area. In addition to each person having their own office, the upper floors have some meeting rooms and archives.

On the third floor, Frey found the office of the Minister of Policy.

"Please come in."

As soon as Fren stood still, before he could even knock, he heard voices coming from inside.

"Secretary McMahon," Fren said, pushing the door open and smiling at the minister before him.

Matthew McMahon, the garden's veteran gardener, had just been trying to recruit Fren as a third-generation assassin, as instructed by the gardener a couple of days ago, but Fren politely declined.

Fren noticed a hint of weariness on Secretary McMahon's old face.

"Mr. Holmes, what's the matter?" Matthew forced a smile and asked Fren.

Lately, he has hardly had a full night's sleep.

He stays out all night every day, and his wife and children are starting to complain about him.

Minister McMahon was also helpless, mainly because the garden had been extremely busy lately. Tonight he was to board a plane to another city for a sniping operation. At over fifty years old, having to undertake such intensive business trips... Matthew submitted three retirement applications, all of which were rejected by the garden director.

The headmaster had no objection to Fren's refusal to become a gardener, saying that flowers will eventually fall into the soil, and people will always follow their destined fate.

Fren, unsure of the minister's thoughts, pointed to his eyes. "I see something."

There are too many extraordinary talents in this world, and Furen doesn't mind revealing some of his uniqueness. With his dear elder brother protecting him, even if Furen has some unusual talents, he won't be caught in the crossfire of possessing a treasure.

"Miss Joel, something must have happened yesterday." Frann paused for a moment. "It must be related to me."

Secretary McMahon's smile faded, and he remained silent for a few seconds before speaking, "I understand."

Fren bowed slightly, then turned and left.

As the gardener, it's only natural for Miss Joel to help the garden. Her mother was a previous generation assassin, and Furen already had a close relationship with the garden. Furen felt that using the garden's influence to help Miss Joel and himself resolve some troubles wouldn't be a problem.

The Garden is, after all, an assassin organization. At worst, they can just spend money; after all, Fren still has Mycroft's credit card.

As Matthew watched Fren leave, he also pondered.

Before the Thorn Princess could even report it, Furen already knew. Matthew didn't believe the Thorn Princess would tell Furen, who hadn't even officially entered the extraordinary profession, about the trouble she was facing.

Therefore, this matter could only have been discovered by Freun himself.

Matthew remembered what Fren had just said: "I saw something."

"Precognition?"

"Causality?"

Matthew's white eyebrows twitched slightly; this was a very rare ability.

Timothy adopted a very special child.

If the garden had a colleague like that, it would be very convenient.

"Director," Matthew picked up the landline phone and dialed a number, "that child 'saw' something related to the Princess of Thorns..."

After listening quietly to Matthew finish speaking, a very magnetic voice came from the other end of the line, "I understand, I will arrange for someone to investigate."

-

Moriarty's clever mind was racing; he remembered that yesterday he was supposed to arrange for someone to kidnap Joel Blair.

Where is she?

It's one thing for Joel Blair to go to work as usual, but what about the three people he sent?

The extraordinary professions in this world can be roughly divided into nine levels.

Those three were all level six characters, proficient in melee, ranged, and support skills, making them Moriarty's most useful tools in this city.

Even if they can't win, they can run away, right? Besides, these three people have items that can transmit messages remotely, so how come there's no information at all?

Moriarty looked at the three marks on his account that had suddenly disappeared as if the power had gone out, and fell silent for a moment.

These three marks are spiritual seals imprinted by Moriarty on these three individuals. They not only grant them abilities, but Moriarty, due to the unique nature of his own abilities, can also sense the state of these three. If he pays a great price, he can even perceive everything around the recipient through their senses.

The fading of the markings indicates that they are dead.

The fact that they were all offline within seconds indicates that they were killed swiftly and decisively.

Excluding some extreme cases, the most likely explanation is that I don't know enough about Joel Blair.

Fortunately, Moriarty was always cautious and never took risks himself; the body he had just met with Oroth yesterday was not his true form.