Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

Because of "family ties," they choose to participate in tasks they don't really care about.

Regardless of Francessoko's true thoughts, this behavior did indeed give rise to unnecessary thoughts in Desmond's mind, who believed that "lies exist in this world at all times and in all places."

Having someone to rely on is always a rare and precious thing, no matter the circumstances.

Based on his parenting and understanding of his children, Donovan Desmond is certain that his two sons will never hurt each other.

Therefore, Donovan is very confident in his family.

Just then, Demetrius wiped his mouth, stood up, and bowed slightly to his parents on either side. "I'm finished eating. Thank you for the meal."

After saying that, he turned and left without saying a word to Damian.

Her relationship with her younger brother seemed somewhat distant.

Like Mycroft, who appears like a machine to outsiders, and Donovan, who seems as unfathomable as an abyss, Demetrius, after learning of his "fate," began constructing his own persona. His references were his father and Francessoko, and he executed this persona even more thoroughly.

Donovan said nothing about his eldest son's departure; he observed the other two people at the table.

The wife's eyes were filled with fear, self-blame, and anger, while the young son dared not speak, intimidated by his father's authority.

All emotions have learned to be "hidden".

"What a beautiful day."

Donovan made a comment, then got up and left the table.

He would not interfere with his sons' choices, but would simply watch them grow up and offer support when appropriate.

As for his wife, Melinda Desmond... perhaps he feels a little guilty.

-

Diogenes Club is open daily in the afternoon.

Club members are all people with a certain status, influence, or high-level superhumans. When Mycroft needs these people to assist him in his work, he will come to the Diogenes Club to communicate with them.

"Are you Mr. Francesco Holmes?"

At 2 p.m., as soon as Furen got out of his car in front of the central government office building, someone approached him.

This person is a mid-level official in the central government, someone who knows who the real mastermind of the central government is, but can't really get a word in edgewise.

Being able to handle matters related to Mycroft will be something he can boast about for some time to come.

Many people from the central government come and go every day, but the moment he saw Fren, he knew that this was the person he was waiting for.

The two have such similar temperaments.

If it weren't for their normal breathing and heartbeats, no one would think that Mycroft and his brother were living, breathing people.

"Yes." Fren nodded.

"Please follow me, the club is this way," the man said respectfully.

He dared not neglect his younger brother, who was remarkably similar in temperament to Mycroft.

This man led the way, and for the first time, Freun stepped into the heart of the nation's power structure.

This is a building with fewer than ten floors, each floor is four meters high, but each floor has a very large area.

After arriving on the 7th floor, Fren came to a space that resembled a living room.

Scattered around the stars were some tables and chairs, with velvet covering the tabletops and floor to absorb the sounds of teacups and footsteps.

There were already four people there, each engrossed in a book or newspaper. Furen had no intention of interacting with them and went to a sunlit window.

Sit quietly.

It may look like it's spacing out, but it's actually channeling energy from the sunlight, strengthening the subtle parts of its body.

Mycroft didn't give a specific time today, so Fren didn't intend to waste this free time.

When Mycroft sent him to Diogenes to wait for him, Fren knew that Mycroft wanted him to "inherit" the connections there.

It wouldn't have been a problem before, but since Furen needs power in his upcoming mission, he will inevitably have to deal with the people here.

But Fren felt that it wouldn't be too late to communicate with these people when they needed their assistance later.

It involves significant interests, which cannot be covered by casual conversation or mere friendly banter.

Perhaps it was Fren's age, or perhaps it was his dazed and quiet state that attracted the next person to enter Diogenes.

A robust middle-aged man in a suit, who appeared to be around fifty years old, sat down at another table not far from Fren, holding a cup of black tea in his left hand and a book in his right.

Good day.

After putting down the black tea, the visitor used sign language to address Fren.

It's never polite to hit someone who's smiling; this person might be acquainted with Mycroft, so Fren decided to give them face and replied in sign language, "[Good day.]"

With his excellent eyesight, Frey saw that the nameplate on the man's chest read "Alfred Hofstadter".

The book he was holding was "Child Psychology." The content wasn't exactly introductory, but it wasn't particularly advanced either.

Alfred had memorized the contents of the book, but he still had to carefully consider the contents of each page.

He made a mistake when he was young, and now he wants to make amends, so he has decided to start from the very basics.

Alfred was interested in Fren because Fren's outward demeanor was somewhat similar to that of his own child.

[student?]

Alfred approached Fren with a gentle smile on his face.

[High school graduate.] Fren looked over with a calm gaze, wondering what this person wanted to do.

[That's a bit too early for cultivating Ripple; you shouldn't let your consciousness enter the subspace too frequently.]

Alfred could "see" that when sunlight hit Fren's skin, not much of it was reflected; some of it was absorbed.

With his own abilities, Alfred could sense an aura within Fren that was somewhat similar to psionic energy, and he had already deduced what Fren was doing.

Those who can get into the Diogenes Club are considered geniuses by ordinary people.

If Alfred is, then the boy before them must be too.

As a relatively mainstream energy source, Alfred naturally had some understanding of Ripple. In his perception, the similarity of the psionic energy fluctuating within the boy's body was far beyond that of a beginner.

He didn't want the young man in front of him to bear too much pressure from the subspace for the sake of temporary power.

"I'm clear-headed enough," Fren said, indicating that Alfred was overthinking it.

The few seconds it took to look at Alfred were enough for the Sky Eye function to make its assessment.

As an anthropologist with a deep understanding of the mystical world, he has recently begun to reflect on whether his early education of his children was appropriate and is attempting to make amends.

The word "extreme" is rarely used in Tianyan (a Chinese scientific research institution), so it seems that this Alfred is no ordinary scholar.