Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

Sylvia, with her excellent espionage skills, didn't ask too many questions during their first meeting after learning that Fren was in charge of the relocation.

If you don't maintain a good balance in your interactions, you might not only fail to gather intelligence, but you could also expose yourself. Sylvia certainly wouldn't make such a basic mistake.

So after a brief chat, having formed a few basic impressions of each other, Silvia left.

Furen glanced at the sunlight outside the window and reviewed Sylvia's intelligence once again.

Like many others, Silvia was a victim of war.

She lost her husband and daughter.

Those who can steadfastly walk the path of a secret agent must all have their own stories to tell.

After inspecting all the rooms, Fren returned to the city hall and organized the information about the building.

In Fren's view, there were no suspicious points in the building, but the report couldn't say that, so Fren fabricated a suspicious point and had the planning bureau officials verify it. In this way, Fren appeared to be "dutiful and responsible."

This busy schedule forced Floren to leave work on time, whereas he used to leave early.

Arriving at Lagerfeld's tailor shop, Fren picked up his new clothes. Graduation was the day after tomorrow, and Fren naturally needed to be well-prepared.

As usual, it was swiped with Mycroft's card.

Mr. Lagerfeld looked at the flawless signature without any surprise, then took out a set of clothes. "This belongs to Mr. Mycroft Holmes. Take it back with you."

In the past, when attending Sherlock Holmes's "The Emperor's Apprentice" gatherings, he would always have a new suit made.

Fren raised his eyes, showed no suspicion, and signed another check.

The amount mentioned above made Fren suspect that Mr. Lagerfeld might be a dishonest businessman.

In this era, even nobles would rarely spend 6000 ducats on a single garment.

[This meticulously crafted, extraordinary clothing can resist a portion of physical attacks and also enhances the wearer's abilities. It is a high-level consumable item; its effectiveness will diminish after approximately one year, requiring re-ordering.]

What a swindler! Such expensive clothes only have a one-year "shelf life".

Fren glanced at Mr. Lagerfeld again. "Could you please order one for me too?"

"Okay, please come back in seven days to pick it up." Mr. Lagerfeld nodded.

Mr. Lagerfeld was somewhat surprised that Fren could say that, which clearly indicated he was aware of the special features of the garment.

He doesn't seem like a superhuman who hasn't officially become a superhuman yet, but considering his surname is Holmes, it's not that surprising.

Fren returned to the car and unceremoniously tore open the package of Mycroft's shirt, his fingertips tracing the fabric.

Fren observed the fabric's composition and density, and even sensed a faint blessing emanating from it. He felt that the garment contained a great deal of knowledge that he couldn't comprehend.

It seems that Mr. Lagerfeld's external encapsulation technology, or rather, firewall setup, is very good, precisely to prevent people like Fren from discerning the owner's abilities from the clothes.

Unfortunately, Fren himself couldn't tell the difference, but he had the ability to identify it.

After staring at it for a while, Fren finally identified what he wanted.

[This intricate ritual, imbued with the blessings of a benevolent father, can regulate the body's internal balance, enhance appetite and cell activity, and nourish hair follicles.]

Contrary to what Fren had expected—a ritual that would enhance the spirit and intellect—it turned out to be a blessing related to the body.

It's still that simple and unadorned flesh-based ability.

After taking a closer look at the "Nourishing Hair Follicles" feature, it seems Mycroft has also realized that his hairline is receding.

Back home, Fren called Mycroft again to let him know that the clothes had been picked up and he could go home the next evening. The day after tomorrow, Wednesday morning, they could go to the graduation ceremony together.

After a night of training, the number of ripples reached 52%, and the psionic similarity reached 13%.

Furen can now definitely feel that the rate at which psionic similarity increases becomes increasingly difficult as the game progresses.

However, without a point of comparison, Furen was unaware that his cultivation progress over this period of time was equivalent to the efficiency of others for nearly a year.

When Fren returned to work the next day, he was surprised to find that the planning department, which usually liked to take its time with procedures, was showing amazing efficiency.

The documents that were just handed over to the planning department yesterday are back in my office today.

A group of planning department employees who usually slack off are working overtime so urgently, just to get rid of this troublesome issue as quickly as possible. This is enough to prove that, in the eyes of others, anything related to diplomacy is extremely dangerous.

Fren opened and looked at the receipt from the planning department; its contents were impeccable. Clearly, someone had gone to the building after get off work, with personnel and equipment, to inspect it personally, and finally concluded that "no obvious suspicious circumstances were found."

This conclusion is open to interpretation; it doesn't definitively rule out anything. If something unexpected happens later, the blame will still fall on Fren.

Fren shook his head. It's human nature to protect oneself, and he himself felt that there was nothing wrong with the planning department doing so.

Originally, I planned to communicate with the Spanish embassy after the graduation ceremony. But given the current situation, I can't afford to slack off too much.

Retrieving a mental map of Berlin, Freun drove to the embassy.

After handing over his identification documents and the documents authorizing him to be in charge of the relocation to the gatekeeper, Fren was able to successfully enter the embassy.

After drinking some water in an office, Fren saw the people who came to take over.

As expected, it's Silvia again.

"Hello, Scribe Sherwood, it's nice to see you again."

"Hello, Mr. Holmes."

Unlike her outfit yesterday, Sylvia's attire was not extravagant, but rather somewhat conservative, as she was going to work.

Sylvia's secretary-like style, coupled with the enclosed space, makes for a truly realistic office drama.

Fren and Sylvia had a cordial and friendly exchange regarding the relocation plan, a process commonly known as the "bargaining session."

As is well known, the area where an embassy is located is essentially equivalent to the territory of another country.

To obtain ownership of a homestead and its buildings, one must, of course, pay a considerable price.

In handling diplomatic incidents, since the people in charge are taking enormous risks, they naturally want to make a hefty profit.

As the saying goes, the way of officialdom is to blend in with the crowd. Freun had no intention of breaking the unspoken rules of the Berlin bureaucracy. After some haggling, Freun agreed to a share of the profits that Sylvia had hinted at, making a significant concession on the price.

He used to work in the policy department and had never done this kind of work before.

Fren has never lacked money and has little concept of it. In his view, 1 ducats is already a huge sum of money. In terms of purchasing power, it's equivalent to 20 RMB in his previous life.