Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

The time it takes to dance is enough for Fren to collect enough data to create a three-dimensional model of the Sherwood clerk.

Weight and height are just the most basic things; there is absolutely no error in terms of curve proportions.

Fren and Sylvia walked away side by side, attracting many stares.

Among them were several men on the periphery of the crowd who sized up the very conspicuous couple before turning their attention away and continuing to search for any possible traces.

Only after these people had gone far away did Fren stop and look at their figures.

Sylvia, standing beside him, naturally noticed Fren's actions and her heart tightened involuntarily.

After their last meeting, she conducted a thorough background check on Francessoko, including but not limited to student files within Eden Academy and most students' opinions of Freun.

We've now found out about the orphanage where Fran was adopted by the Holmes couple. The next step is to trace Françoise's background and see if we can make use of it.

As Sylvia anticipated, the next meeting would mark the beginning of her intelligence gathering using Francessoko.

However, today's undercover operation went a little wrong, forcing her to retreat ahead of schedule. Originally, she would have needed several "stepping stones" to completely shake off the pursuit, but unexpectedly, she encountered this "mission target" here, which made things a little easier for Sylvia.

However... this child has a rather keen sense of things.

Of all the information Sylvia knew, Furen only possessed the ability of self-healing. There was no clear evidence that Furen had come into contact with the supernatural system. She didn't know what Furen actually knew, but as a seasoned agent, Sylvia, seeing that Furen had no intention of asking, also pretended not to know.

But in his heart, the importance he placed on Fren had increased to a new level.

Whether it was through borrowing special abilities or intuition and premonition that made Furen notice those people, it was enough for Sylvia to decide to abandon some low-level tactics when facing Furen in the future.

In this world, intuition and premonition are extremely special abilities, no less than the extraordinary abilities that are awakened through high-level blessings.

"It's still early, how about we grab a drink?" Sylvia extended the invitation again.

According to the information recorded in the intelligence report, the 1.85-meter-tall "boy" in front of her should be an adult.

"I have no interest in alcohol," Fren said calmly, without looking at anyone else. "Because I need to be sober to understand this world."

Sometimes I wonder why anyone would choose to numb themselves with alcohol.

Sylvia was surprised by the maturity of the boy before her. "This world isn't all that wonderful. Only in this way can we find a moment of peace."

"Then why not just die?" In his past life, aside from when he was chasing girls, he also disliked drinking. "Death is the perfect escape, eternal peace."

The coldness in his words made the spring breeze seem like autumn.

Sylvia remained silent, simply walking quietly alongside Fren.

"It's because there are still things you can't let go of that you fear death." Sylvia lowered her eyes, thinking of the past. "People need to adapt, to feel the bitterness brewed by alcohol, before they can make the painful decision to change."

In the war that began in Ruwen and lasted for more than a decade, she lost her husband and daughter.

She also tried to drown her sorrows in alcohol, but her superhuman physique meant that ordinary alcohol had no effect on her. After a period of inactivity, she finally dedicated herself to the Western Kingdom's mission to become a special agent for the Eastern Science and Technology Corps.

Sylvia is an exceptionally skilled agent who rose to management in just a few years. She then became an instructor for Agent Twilight and has been working undercover in the Eastern Kingdom ever since.

"A person who is confused is too cowardly."

"Fren concluded softly."

He always felt that using alcohol to help one sleep or for other purposes was understandable. But using alcohol to escape the past was an extremely cowardly act.

Whether in his past life or this one, Furen always preferred to be in complete control of everything.

After declining Sylvia's invitation to drink, Fren walked with her for a while before parting ways.

"Yes, I'm too cowardly," Sylvia said to herself.

It is precisely because of that past that Sylvia is now so determined to end the war on this continent.

As an agent, the purpose of all my actions is for the peace between the East and the West.

She doesn't want to see her past self anymore.

So, I'll work overtime tonight.

Sylvia entered a shop, and when she came out again, she had completely transformed into a different person.

-

Since Fren can't access Twilight for the time being, he can only focus his energy on Miss Joel.

To make it easier to trick Miss Joel into working for him in the future, Fren thought for a moment and decided to become an unofficial staff member of the garden, that is, a temporary worker.

He is not assigned tasks by the garden director and has the right to refuse any tasks assigned to him by the garden director.

Correspondingly, Fren cannot enjoy most of the benefits of the garden. This doesn't bother Fren, as he can obtain everything available in the garden through Mycroft.

Originally, Fren planned to take on a task and familiarize himself with the garden's workflow.

However, the principal remained silent for a moment on the phone and then tactfully suggested that Fren go for some training first.

Actually, I just look down on Fren's current strength.

As if sensing the distrust in the principal's tone, Furen felt a little resentful about the data flow.

His ripple level was also quite high, and with his powerful endurance, Furen felt he should be able to prune some of the country's fringe.

Then the headmaster arranged for Miss Joel to train Florent.

After get off work on Monday, Fren and Joel went to an abandoned basement.

Miss Joel hesitated for a moment, then abandoned the many cold weapons and picked up a pistol instead.

She was delighted to be working with Mr. Holmes, but she had never really trained anyone else.

Sometimes, when she gets emotional, she can't control her growing strength. When her younger brother got a perfect score on a test when they were little, Joel gave Yuri a warm hug.

Then Yuri broke his ribs and suffered internal bleeding, and it took him an afternoon to be able to stand up and walk.

"Mr. Fren," Miss Joel said, holding her pistol with a troubled expression, "the most common weapon we encounter during missions is firearms."

The principal said that we don't need to have high expectations of you, so we'll just use firearms.

These days, ordinary firearms are of little use to superhumans; dodging bullets is a basic skill.

"Don't worry, Miss Joel, just come at me." Furen looked at the muzzle of the gun, still quite confident that he could dodge Miss Joel's bullets.

"Well then, Mr. Holmes, good luck and try to catch the bullet."

"Bang!"