Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

Fren was used to Millie's attitude. He straightened his clothes and went up to the third floor to find Secretary McMahon.

Fren fantasized that Minister McMahon would bring him good news. For example, that some of the Garden's veteran assassins would personally intervene and bring back Moriarty's head.

Lost in thought, Fren knocked on the door and entered.

McMahon looked up once, then looked up again.

The person in front of him, Fren, gave him the same feeling as Mycroft and Charlotte: calm, rational, and cold.

He would be perfect to be an assassin.

McMahon, Timothy's old colleague, was in charge of her two sons when they were honing their skills in the garden.

They felt no discomfort when they committed their first murder.

Mycroft and Sherlock are not concerned with life itself, but rather with what relates to humanity beyond the essence of life. Aside from that, ants and humans are essentially the same.

This kind of ruthless equality is the greatest respect for life.

The former Fren seemed more humane to him, but now he's becoming more and more like his two brothers.

However, none of this concerned Minister McMahon. He handed a document to Fren and instructed, "Go to the Western Embassy in the Eastern Country. There are some matters that need to be addressed there."

"The embassy?" Fren took the documents and asked, "Shouldn't this be the responsibility of the Eastern Country's Ministry of Foreign Affairs?"

More than a decade has passed since the end of the war between the two countries, yet relations remain tense. The fact that they can tolerate the existence of embassies is already quite remarkable. Any matter related to the embassy is handled with extreme caution by the government and security bureau; there has never been a precedent of the matter being handed over to the city hall.

The city hall is merely a window between the government, the royal family, and the citizens, and it deals with minor matters such as people's livelihood.

McMahon glanced up at Fren and said calmly, "The Security Bureau is short-staffed lately, and even some of the clerical staff are out on field duty."

The Spanish embassy needed to purchase a building and relocate there; this wasn't a particularly complicated diplomatic matter, so they entrusted it to us.

That look in his eyes seemed to say, "You should know why the Security Bureau is so busy."

"It's related to land planning? Then it shouldn't be given to our policy department." Fren seemed not to have heard McMahon's implied meaning; his words were full of rejection.

The thing he wanted to do most in his life was to lie down and be a lazy dog.

For the extraordinary power that countless people covet, Furen adopts an attitude of "if I get it, I'm lucky; if I lose it, it's fate," and does not pursue it with all his might.

At work, he could finish a day's work in half an hour, and Furen had no intention of leaving his desk, just quietly basking in the sun.

There's no other reason than laziness.

Now that Secretary McMahon has assigned Fren a field assignment, Fren is naturally not very willing.

"The Planning Department doesn't want to take on this job either," said Secretary McMahon. He said it was a hot potato, and other departments didn't want to get involved either. "They said that since it's related to diplomacy, it involves national security, and it overlaps somewhat with the main work of the Policy Department."

However, besides that, the Minister of Planning signed it, so you can exercise some of the Planning Department's authority in this matter.

"That shouldn't have been given to me either." Fren still wanted to try, he just wanted to lie down and wait until the end of the workday. "As a newcomer who has only been with the company for less than a month, such an important task should of course be given to the senior employees."

I think Mr. Dominic is quite good.

The Policy Department certainly didn't just have a few female employees like Fren and Joel; they were just staff members of one section. The Policy Department comprised many sections, and Fren knew other staff members as well.

Dominic is one of them. He's tall and handsome, and he's currently dating Camilla from the Frenko lab. He's a very talented person.

"Dominic's workload is already full." Secretary McMahon said that there was no room for negotiation. "Don't think I don't know you're usually very idle. Get back to work."

Fren grimaced and could only helplessly take the documents back.

Secretary McMahon looked at the "humanity" that Fren exuded in that moment of laziness and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Francessoko's personality was indeed different from those two Holmes family children.

Laziness stems from a feeling of satisfaction and contentment with one's current life, and this sense of "contentment" is something many people cannot learn.

The fact that Fren enjoys his current life shows that his situation is under control. This is especially true considering he also has the blessing of a loving father.

Back in his office, Fren slumped into his chair and rubbed his temples.

He casually tossed the document onto the table; he had already memorized its contents.

The building that the Western embassy had wanted to buy for forty or fifty years. In Berlin's vast Territory, the building looked unremarkable, but when the Western embassy pointed to the map and said they wanted it, it became anything but ordinary.

The fact that they specifically want to buy this building to use as a new embassy site suggests there must be another purpose behind it.

Other departments must have taken this into account as well, which is why they hesitated and refused to take on this hot potato, and it eventually fell into Fren's hands.

After a moment's thought, Fren picked up the documents, got up, and left the office again.

Upon arriving at a specific office in the planning department on the first floor, Fren successfully gained access to the planning department's archives by presenting the signature of the planning department head.

The further inside he went, the older the records on the bookshelves became. Following the street, Frenz found the building.

The archives room should be cleaned regularly, so there wasn't much dust.

Fren spent an hour in the archives, reviewing all the information about the building's construction date over the past ten years, as well as the entire street's underground system, but found nothing unusual.

There was no treasure underground, only a small storage room.

Having gathered the information, and disregarding any special circumstances, from a normal perspective, Fren felt that this was indeed a decent embassy location.

As an old neighborhood, the rent is relatively cheap due to the lack of public facilities, and most of the people here are busy working people.

It is not those idle citizens who rely on national relations to highlight their own existence, nor the victims and their families who have been deeply affected by the war.

Placing the embassy here would save a lot of minor but troublesome issues. Furthermore, the building itself is sturdy enough that even extensive renovations wouldn't compromise its structural integrity.

But no one would think it's that simple. Given the current state of relations between the two countries, even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, someone will relentlessly pursue the matter.

If any problems arise in the construction process after this incident, the person in charge will be held accountable first.

That is, the current Fren.

"A sorrowful person."

Fren shook his head and decided to go to the building himself and then go to the current embassy to communicate with the people there.