Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

The street where the building is located is about a half-hour drive from the city hall.

From the bottom floor, Furen examined every room, checking the underground space thoroughly, and observed that there was nothing unusual about the supernatural aura.

In particular, Fren inspected every corner of the basement.

After all, wallets, which serve as storage space, exist, so it's entirely possible that a skilled alchemist could use a technique similar to the Seamless Stretch Charm.

Fren felt that the job at the city hall suited him quite well, and if he handled this job well, he could continue working at the city hall steadily in the future.

As long as he doesn't make any major mistakes within his job responsibilities, even if something goes wrong later, Furen is confident that he won't be too affected. At most, his salary will be deducted, and Furen isn't someone who cares too much about salary.

After checking the first floor of the four-story building, the upper floors are much simpler.

However, when Fren stepped into a room on the third floor, he found that there was already someone inside.

It was a woman.

She was wearing black leather high heels with red soles and burgundy fishnet stockings.

The fitted, bodycon little black dress features a high-waisted cut, topped with a white pointed-collar shirt that reveals a white lapel. A large, striking black satin bow tie adorns the center of the outfit, which, in Fren's opinion, is the soul of the ensemble.

Whenever Floren saw Miss Joel at work, he would look her up from the bottom. Appreciating a beautiful woman starting with her legs was a lecherous habit he cultivated in his past life when he was still Jin Jue.

His gaze swept across the white shirt beneath the bow tie, and with a precise measurement of the size, he finally caught a glimpse of the woman's face.

Beneath a black, wide-brimmed fedora, long, burgundy hair flowed. Her beautiful face was painted with dark lipstick, and thin-rimmed round glasses perched on her long, narrow eyes. However, judging from the distorted light reflected through the lenses, Fren was certain the woman had normal vision; these were merely decorative, non-prescription glasses.

The woman was sitting by the window in the room, enjoying the 2 p.m. sunlight.

Seemingly hearing Fren's footsteps, she turned around and quietly looked at Fren.

[A skilled Western agent, though mostly working in a basement, still longs for some sunlight each day. Therefore, she arrives early to observe each room and select a suitable surface-level office.]

[Note: This woman fits your aesthetic preferences as a seasoned pervert; you can try to woo her.]

What nonsense is this assessment spouting?

Furen maintained his machine-like appearance, his expression and movements unchanged, inwardly cursing his unreliable clairvoyant abilities.

When has Tianyan ever suffered such injustice? It immediately issued another assessment, stating that it could never be wrong.

You admire Miss Joel, but you prefer her as a married woman with children.

Furen had the idea of ​​shutting down the appraisal.

The person who created this "Heavenly Eye" is truly a scoundrel. Using such skillful euphemisms, the creator must be no good person.

He clearly preferred the small family of Twilight, Joel, and Anya, and his relationship with Joel was merely that of ordinary colleagues. In this assessment, Fren's affection for this group took a completely different turn.

What does it mean to "like married women who have children"?

How could I, Fu, be a traitor like Cao Cao?!

Furen cursed the identification function in his mind several times, but the thought passed by in an instant.

"I'm an employee of the city hall, here to inspect the building." Fren feigned ignorance of the man's identity as a secret agent. "Madam, this building is not suitable for outsiders to linger at the moment. Please leave as soon as possible."

By observing her skin condition and bone structure, Fren determined that she must be in her early 30s, far from being 40.

This age is right in the transition period between girlhood and womanhood.

Miss Björle has more charm.

The woman stood up, revealing her slender curves. She appeared to be 174 cm tall, which is quite tall for a woman.

She hadn't expected that city hall officials would be at this building at this time. The coldness of an agent faded from her face, replaced by a professional, gentle smile, like a kind neighbor. She stood in front of Fren and extended her hand. "I am Sylvia Sherwood, a secretary at the Western Embassy in the Eastern Country."

Our embassy is relocating, so we're here in advance to choose a suitable office.

Looking at the boy in front of her, who seemed like a breathing machine, Sylvia already had a mental picture of him.

She had been in the Eastern Kingdom for several years and had a good understanding of the families of all the high-ranking officials and nobles in the city of Berlin, as this was an excellent way to obtain intelligence.

Francessoko Holmes.......

After reviewing Fren's information in her mind, Sylvia felt that getting to know Fren might allow her to obtain some information through the Holmes family connection in the future.

I wonder if this Sherlock Holmes is as unapproachable as his two brothers.

As an excellent agent, Sylvia had also briefly met Mycroft and Sherlock a few times. Her keen intuition made her keep her distance from these two Holmeses, because there were almost no flaws in them that she could exploit.

However, this Mr. Holmes in front of us is adopted, and he is only eighteen years old, so perhaps we can make use of him a little.

His seemingly emotionless black eyes were fixed on the woman before him, and Furen felt an overwhelming aura of a mature, sophisticated woman emanating from him.

As expected of another world, this is a beauty of this caliber and temperament. In his previous life, when he was just an ordinary merchant, Furen never had the chance to meet her.

After all, Sylvia's air of authority and the maturity honed by her career as a secret agent are qualities that ordinary women cannot possess.

Although it's a dog, it still knows its owner well, and it does indeed match its owner's aesthetic preferences.

【hehe.】

Ignoring the sarcastic tone emanating from Sylvia's brief statement, Fren reached out and gently grasped Sylvia's fingers, without overstepping his bounds. "Hello, Scribe Sherwood."

Sylvia naturally couldn't discern Fren's thoughts. She only felt that the boy in front of her was too calm, with no fluctuation in his eyes. It seemed that it would take some effort to extract information from him.

Whether biological or adopted, the children of the Holmes family are all so special. Sylvia is curious about the Holmes family's educational methods, as this kind of personality is an extremely precious quality in an agent.

Her curiosity was temporarily focused on the boy in front of her.

"Older man/older woman?"

Having lived two lives and been nearly fifty years old, a rather trendy word suddenly popped into Furen's mind.

His body is only 18 years old, while Silvia is already over 30.

It could be loosely considered a kind of conjugate age relationship...

【hehe.】