Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

As a graduate this year, Fren naturally had to attend the graduation ceremony.

Since Fren was the emperor's apprentice, he was able to bring his family to the social gatherings after graduation.

Logically speaking, students usually go with their parents.

But the Holmes had already attended ten of those gatherings while Mycroft was an apprentice to the Emperor. They weren't particularly fond of these social events, so they decided to pass the opportunity to attend their two other sons' apprenticeships to their eldest son.

Sherlock attended four or five parties, while Fren only needed to attend one before graduation.

"Okay." Mycroft nodded. It was Sunday, and there were still two days until Wednesday, so he could plan his time.

After finishing his meal, Fren got up to go back to his room. Before going upstairs, he said to Mycroft, "Remember to wash the dishes."

Mycroft hesitated for a moment, then nodded reluctantly.

As Fren reached the stairs, he suddenly turned back to Mycroft and said, "You should lose weight."

In the TV series, Mycroft is quite capable, except for his slightly high hairline. However, in the Sherlock Holmes stories, Mycroft Holmes is described as "absolutely obese."

Seeing that Mycroft was trending towards adapting the TV series into a novel, Fren decided to say something.

The bald, greasy, fat man is somewhat affecting the Holmes family's public image.

Mycroft shook his head and sighed helplessly. After washing up, he went upstairs to return to his room. The room was cleaned weekly, so it was naturally comfortable to live in, and there were also clean clothes in the closet.

After passing by Fren's room, Mycroft glanced at the door of Orlos's room, his eyes flickered for a moment, but in the end he did nothing.

The next morning.

After Fren and Mycroft left one after the other, the secretary could sense that Mycroft was in a good mood when they arrived at the central government.

As Fren arrived at the city hall entrance, he suddenly felt a sharp gaze upon him.

The feeling was somewhat familiar to Fren. He looked up and saw Yuri cautiously scanning everyone who passed by the city hall entrance.

After confirming that Fren was an acquaintance, the hostility in his eyes gradually disappeared.

"Alright, Yuri, go back now." Joel, who was standing next to him, patted his younger brother's head like he did when they were kids, urging him to go back to work.

There are still a few minutes before officially starting work, so chatting at the entrance is fine.

"No, I must ensure my sister's safety." Yuri refused resolutely, his heart aching at the thought of his sister possibly getting hurt.

The rib that represents the warmth between the siblings is also aching slightly, telling him that he must protect his sister.

"How about you change jobs, sis?" Yuri looked at his sister and his heart softened. "I can transfer you to the Security Bureau so we can always be together, and I can protect you anytime."

The people in the Security Bureau are roughly divided into two groups.

One type is the ordinary police officers who deal with people's livelihoods, as well as some clerical staff who interact with citizens. Another type is the secret police, who handle espionage, terrorism, and the like.

Yuri is the latter, but he can request that his harmless sister, who is as innocent as a rabbit, be transferred to a regular police clerk position. This way, she won't have to participate in the dangerous activities of the secret police, and her safety will be greatly guaranteed.

In this way, I can spend every day with my sister.

The thought of seeing his beautiful older sister every day on his way to work filled Yuri with excitement. The pain in his ribs pulsated like a heartbeat as he elbowed his trigeminal nerve.

When I'm not busy, I can help my sister with all her work, so she can just sit in the office and drink tea.

What a perfect life!

"No way!" Joel was slightly startled and shoved his younger brother to hurry up and go to work.

"elder sister!!!"

Yuri was still unwilling to give up, but unfortunately, his sister was still a little stronger than him.

Joel, with her slender arms, lifted her younger brother into his car as if he were a chick, then breathed a sigh of relief and said apologetically to the somewhat surprised Fren beside her, "Good morning, Fren."

Good morning, Joel.

Under the sinister gaze of Yuri, who was still there, Fren greeted Joel and then went to the office with him.

Seeing that his sister and the man maintained a normal social distance, Yuri snorted coldly before driving away.

Joel glanced at Fren secretly, and only when he saw that Fren didn't seem inclined to speak did he feel completely relieved.

Inside the city hall, only Minister McMahon and Fren knew her identity. Besides them, even her younger brother, Joel didn't want him to know about her bloody work and how she had to protect her identity as an assassin.

"If I go to the security bureau, I definitely won't be as free as I am now," Joel thought. "Here, if my work conflicts with the gardener's, the minister can directly mediate for me, but that won't work at the security bureau."

Looking at Joel, who was actually 26 years old but still had the mentality of an 18-year-old girl, Furen felt a surge of deep-seated thoughts.

In the matter of Moriarty, it ultimately affected Joel's daily life. Even though Joel seemed unaffected by it, Floren still felt a little embarrassed.

For a moment, Fren considered asking, "Yol, do you want a husband?"

As long as Joel speaks, he will find a way to tie up Twilight and send him to Joel's bed.

This plan is brilliant.

......

Having reprogrammed his brain, Freun was much more at ease when dealing with work related to theory and data.

A quick glance was enough to get the answer; in less than half an hour, today's work was done.

His office was a good room facing south, so Fren locked the office door, transformed himself into a little green man, and basked in the sun by the window to increase his ripple count.

Using work time to do your own thing is such a wonderful thing.

When the ripples illuminated 43% of his body, Fren suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Fren stood up by the window, waited ten seconds to allow the pale blue cells on his skin to penetrate deep into the skin, until the green color was no longer visible on his skin, before unlocking the door.

Millie was the one knocking on the door. She stood in front of Fren's office with a reluctant and impatient look on her face, and a hint of jealousy and envy in her eyes.

She also wants a private office.

When Fren opened the door a dozen seconds later, Millie frowned and suspiciously looked him up and down. Seeing that Fren's clothes were neat and tidy, and that she peeked into the room where there were no other women or men, and that she didn't smell anything strange, she was slightly relieved.

She thought that Fren was doing something unspeakable because it took him so long to open the door.

"What's wrong?" Fren asked helplessly. He could tell from Millie's expression what she was imagining.

"The minister wants to see you." Millie said and left quickly, seemingly not wanting to talk to Frendo.