Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

These tentacles, at least, will allow Mycroft to hold out a little longer when he does something reckless later.

Gliding in mid-air, the flight wasn't fast or far enough due to insufficient altitude. But it didn't matter, as long as I could escape the encirclement.

The manor area was not far from the city center. Furen flew towards a relatively spacious area on the roof of a building, preparing to land.

Fren didn't bother asking Mycroft what backup plans he had prepared; he was more curious about something else: "Just a few people, and they think they can assassinate you?"

Freun spoke in a flat tone, using extremely disdainful words.

Even though these people made them look extremely disheveled, it didn't stop Furen from looking down on them.

There are nine levels of extraordinary professions, but there is no absolute superiority or inferiority. The levels are also influenced by profession, ability, and blessing.

A fragile mage like Sherlock could easily be killed in the street if he's careless and gets shot in the face by a child with a pistol. However, whether a mage has a way to resurrect is another matter entirely.

There are nine levels of extraordinary individuals, divided into three stages: high, medium, and low.

Only by breaking through to the ninth level of transcendence and becoming a higher-level being will the situation change. Furen has not yet accessed information on this level.

The people who blocked the road by car were mostly level six or seven accounts, but there shouldn't be a single level nine account.

Mycroft is, after all, the leader of the Communist Party; an assassin of this caliber is hardly worthy of his status.

"Even among the remnants of the old regime, not everyone wants to restore its former glory," Mycroft explained in just one sentence.

Just like in the history of his previous life, the people of the Central Plains in the Ming Dynasty always had the hope of restoring the old system of the Yuan Dynasty. Furen immediately understood, "So you mean that organization has already been infiltrated by you?"

To give another example, after the end of the War of Resistance against Japan, Chiang Kai-shek's Military Intelligence Bureau and Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics were so fiercely opposed to each other that they could even put aside matters concerning the Communist Party.

The same applies here; due to internal strife, it's impossible to concentrate all resources to assassinate Mycroft.

"They have largely maintained their independence," Mycroft said, neither denying Fren's statement nor confirming it.

Upon hearing this, Fren curled his lip.

The fates of these people brought up today are uncertain, but they will undoubtedly do Mycroft a great favor. As a politician, only substantial incentives can motivate Mycroft to use himself as bait.

If we include Fren as well, the benefits would be even greater.

Fren sensed that this organization might soon be owned by Sherlock Holmes. Given his miserable state today, he felt he deserved a share, "so he could pick out some good stuff for me later."

Mycroft felt a little helpless; at this moment, his younger brother was showing a hoarding personality similar to a hamster.

At this moment, Fren had landed on the roof of a building. As soon as Fren loosened the flesh and blood that was tightly binding Mycroft, he closed his eyes.

Instead of being retracted, the enormous wooden glider continued to grow and sprouted broad leaves.

Furen's physical condition was insufficient, and the substances and energy stored in his body were severely depleted during the operation just now.

We must immediately engage in a large amount of photosynthesis to replenish our blood supply.

Actually, eating is more convenient, since animal flesh and blood contain readily available proteins and other substances, but Fren couldn't wait any longer.

A tiny root spread from the rooftop to the window. It was a weekday, so no one was in the room. After finding the tap, Fren's withered body gradually regained its plumpness.

Sunlight can synthesize many things, but water is an exception.

The amount of moisture in the air wasn't even enough for Fren to fill a tooth gap.

Soon, green leaves covered the entire rooftop, absorbing carbon dioxide from the air to generate glycogen, which was then transported into Furen's body.

Self-healing experience +32

Flesh Manipulation Experience +200

Mental perception experience +12

It wasn't Frenz's imagination; these plants that had differentiated from his body were an excellent medium for spiritual perception. Both the scope and clarity of his perception had been greatly enhanced.

Mycroft stood silently, leaning on his scabbardless rapier, the tip of which was stuck in the ground, looking at Fren, who didn't seem human at all, at the heart of this "aerial botanical garden".

It's important to know that plants don't have brains. For a plant to become this vegetative and still maintain clear rationality is definitely abnormal.

But in the case of Fren, even something abnormal would be perfectly normal.

"Ding!"

The elevator on the roof sounded, and Mycroft twisted the tip of his sword, prying up a piece of gravel from the floor and hitting the elevator door close button with precision.

Under normal circumstances, the elevator doors will still open even so.

But the female secretary inside, sensing the unspoken meaning, gripped the elevator door with both hands. Her fingers sank into the surface, locking the elevator door shut.

None of the people in the elevator with her could see the light outside.

These people naturally possess abilities similar to "psychic perception," but Mycroft is right outside, and their minds have been clouded by the blessing, which is why they would try to uncover the secrets outside given Mycroft's clear stance.

They didn't believe their methods could evade Mycroft. Even though their superhuman abilities far surpassed Mycroft's, they had no confidence whatsoever.

"Plan No. 26".

Upon hearing Mycroft's voice, Secretary Tini pressed the button for the first floor and led a group to the National Security Bureau.

Mycroft waited on the rooftop until Fren's health bar was fully restored.

After this unexpected event, Furen not only gained experience in his skills, but also slightly increased his experience in all three major attributes. As the foundation of his strength, Furen always valued any means to improve his attribute experience.

By drawing all the branches that covered the rooftop back into his body, this level of plant mimicry caused all of Frey's original cells to eventually be replaced with specific cells that could switch freely between plant and animal cells.

From Furen's perspective, the ability section has changed again.

[Flesh and Blood Manipulation] → [Cellular Manipulation]

Seeing this, Furen understood; it seemed his abilities had evolved.

When Fren opened his eyes again, the rooftop was covered with fallen leaves; these plant tissues had no value for recycling.

At this moment, Fren was dressed in rags, his clothes torn to shreds by his mutated body tissue. Moreover, his left leg was bare, glistening in the sunlight, and very white and tender.

He stretched as if getting out of bed, and the air bubbles between his joints popped with a crisp sound.

At this point, Mycroft, who had been silent all along, finally spoke up: "Let's go to Mr. Lagerfeld's tailor shop. We still have time to change our clothes before going to Eden Academy."