Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

Having the experience of engraving the spiritual seal of "Spiritual Perception," Fren did not perform perfectly when taking the vulture's lungs.

The missing part of spirituality was replenished by Freun himself.

As the sun rose completely above the horizon, some of Fren's organs underwent a transformation, and he came to understand the concept of "endurance."

Perhaps because flesh and blood could be associated with a benevolent father, Furen saw a certain being across space through the blinding sunlight.

If nothing unexpected happens, this should be the loving father.

Furen gazed at this indescribable deity, feeling as if the Father had also looked at him, a glance that increased the blessings within Furen once more.

"It really is pollution, but you insist on calling it a blessing..."

Fren shook his head. For Fren, the blessing of his father was like an ornament on his clothes, unable to penetrate his essence.

Looking directly at the sunlight, Fren's biggest feeling was that the area of ​​his body illuminated by the ripples had decreased from 60% to 20%.

The number of ripples remained the same, but the illuminated area decreased, like pouring half a glass of water into a larger container.

This is the effect of endurance enhancement.

Ripple energy is also a type of physical strength, so it's normal for it to be affected by endurance.

In high spirits, Fren hummed a little tune as he turned and left.

Today, besides cultivating his skills, he is now planning his "organization members".

When speaking to Mycroft about Western agents, spies, and intelligence personnel, Fren had only one target.

That is naturally dusk.

Daddy is practically the chosen one of this world; aside from his slightly weak stomach (physically), he's absolutely reliable.

She acted so reluctantly in front of Mycroft simply because she didn't want Mycroft to add any more burden to her.

In reality, Fren's desire to slack off never stopped.

He can just stay behind the scenes and leave the dirty work to his underlings. With Twilight around, Furen can continue taking baths.

Of course, Miss Joel can also be brought in.

The Garden and the Central Government are different institutions that cooperate with each other but do not have a superior-subordinate relationship.

If you want to "seduce" the highly capable Ms. Joel, you'll naturally need your former employer's advice.

After a moment's thought, Fren hailed a taxi and headed to a certain place in the old town.

This place covers a vast area and is a protected cultural relic site that is not open to the public. The main body is the ruins of a dynasty from several hundred years ago, and it is decorated very luxuriously. Apart from that, the entire area is a garden.

After several expansions, it now houses both common and extraordinary plants from all over the world.

This is the garden.

Perhaps Fren's information was already on file in the garden; the gate had already opened while Fren was still looking for the doorbell.

Following the directions, Fren soon encountered the biggest local tyrant in the country's shadowy sphere.

The headmaster had skin similar to that of an Indian, long, fluffy white hair, and a few wrinkles on his face.

This is a centenarian who looks to be in his sixties or seventies. He is wearing work clothes and his body is covered with mud and fertilizer, making him look like an ordinary gardener.

The way the headmistress looked at Fren at that moment had a hint of danger in her eyes.

I thought you were here to join the garden, but it turns out you're here to poach people?

Do you know how short-staffed the garden is right now?

The headmaster couldn't help but feel a little envious when he thought about the lives of those retired assassins who were still alive. He wanted to train a suitable and reliable successor so that he could live a leisurely life where he didn't have to worry about anything except tending to his flowers and plants.

Unfortunately, there is currently no sign of such a life in the head of the serpent of fate.

As the head of the kindergarten, he has to go on missions from time to time. Meanwhile, Fren's adoptive mother, Timothy Carter, is currently traveling in Slen, a city on the border, happily building a mother-in-law/daughter-in-law relationship with her second son's female colleague.

The kindergarten director was incredibly busy, and this young man was trying to poach students...

[A seasoned gardener, contemplating retirement, has the greatest wish of cultivating a successor/savior to become the next "headmaster."]

Looking at the long shears the old man was using to trim hardwood branches, Furen had a feeling that they might prick his forehead or cut his head off like a tree burl at any moment.

He probably wouldn't die, but Furen didn't want to make a scene or damage his five-figure gold-plated suit.

In front of the director, Fren introduced the situation of the two countries, mainly pointing out the roles played by countries like Scania and Alpo.

"We won't leave Ostonia; we'll only clean up the filth within this country. That should be considered part of the Garden's job." Furen spoke faster than usual. The old man gave him a somewhat creepy feeling. "Besides, I remember the Garden once served in a dynasty that unified the entire continent. Even the Western Kingdom was originally within the Garden's cleaning area. It's just that you chose to gather your manpower on the land beneath the Eastern Kingdom."

"The world has become filthy again, Mr. Director."

First, they offered a way out, then they praised the garden to the skies.

In Fren's perception, after he finished speaking, the faint chill emanating from the scissors gradually faded away.

In fact, even if Furen didn't come to undermine the garden, as long as he gave the head gardener a list of dead branches, fallen leaves, and filth that needed to be cleared within the Eastern Kingdom, the head gardener would arrange for the gardeners to prune and clean it.

"With this child around, things will be a bit easier..."

With this in mind, the kindergarten director had already made up his mind.

After washing the dirt off his hands at the ubiquitous handwashing basins, the headmaster brewed French a cup of herbal tea with honey.

Then, with gentle eyes, he looked at the machine-like boy before him and asked, "Can you tell me why you did this?"

Beneath the massive mindset of constantly calculating data lies Freun's true thoughts.

Brotherly affection is certainly a part of it. Mycroft has always been extremely good to Fren, so it's no big deal for Fren to help him out a little.

Besides, recruiting people everywhere is obviously just a way to slack off.

Another idea is to have Joel and Twilight play a game similar to "Mr. & Mrs. Smith" a year from now, or "Mr. & Mrs. Fogg." That scene would be very interesting, and Fogg gets a little excited just thinking about it.

Of course, these things couldn't be told to the head of the park, as Fren was worried that the head of the park would use him as fertilizer to plant trees.

"Mycroft is too tired, help him with some things."

Floren took a sip of the flower tea and thought the honey tasted absolutely wonderful; he even had the urge to eat several pounds of it.

"And also..."

Fren put down his teacup, looked at the old man in front of him, and stated his position.

"I want to create a world where children never cry."

All I can say is that Huang Hun's lines are incredibly useful; they're a powerful tool for shaping a character's persona.

The headmaster's opinion suddenly changed, and his favorability towards Fren increased dramatically.