Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

"Mr. Fren is making great progress."

Joel clapped earnestly, his eyes filled with joy.

Forest North Star used up three magazines, while Furen, after succeeding once, never made a mistake again.

"Miss Joel taught me very well," Fren complimented Joel, then asked, "What is Miss Joel's profession?"

This topic is somewhat sensitive, after all, the specific extraordinary professions are the secrets of those with extraordinary abilities.

Some people only reveal one profession to the outside world, without mentioning any extraordinary jobs they also hold. The profession they only reveal may not be real.

Joel naturally knew these common-sense facts, but after thinking about them for a moment, he told Fren.

Joel's world is very simple; she strictly divides her life into two parts.

One was Joel Blair, the city hall official, an ordinary citizen.

The other is the Thorn Princess of the Garden, the Gardener who walks in the shadows.

She will strictly keep her second identity a secret while she is in her first one. However, the second identity is compatible with the first one.

When Floren first entered the city hall, Joel would definitely have pretended not to know. But it doesn't matter now; in her opinion, Floren has the right to know.

"Witch?"

Fren fell silent for a moment, wondering if he was hallucinating.

"Yes." Joel felt a little ashamed. She knew that she was just a woman with brute strength, completely different from other witches. "I don't have much talent in the witch profession. I've been a low-level witch for so long."

Fren sighed, his gaze towards Miss Joel somewhat complicated. "Don't you have any other part-time jobs?"

"That's all." Joel shook his head.

Fren believed this statement; Miss Joel certainly couldn't have been so candid when she was lying.

Fren believed Miss Joel, but he believed even more that anyone who had witnessed the Thorn Princess's fighting prowess would seriously doubt the intelligence of the woman before him upon hearing those words.

With this level of power and speed, do you really have to create a completely different profession?

The [Witch] class may have weaknesses, but it's unlikely that you can defeat Miss Joel by exploiting those weaknesses.

Furen doesn't know much about the Witch's Path, but based on guesswork, the class's weaknesses are probably things like being fragile, having low health, and not being good at close combat.

If someone were to actually target the "Thorn Princess" based on these points simply because she is a witch...

"That's good." Furen's complicated expression faded, and his tone became somewhat wistful. "If someone asks you that in the future, you just need to answer like this."

Despite numerous assessments by the Heavenly Eye, Miss Joel's entry has not revealed even the slightest trace of her witch profession. It seems that, according to the Heavenly Eye's judgment, Miss Joel's behavior has absolutely nothing to do with being a witch.

Furen didn't ask how a "witch" possessed such combat power.

An extraordinary profession is just a profession; it can be used to improve oneself to varying degrees.

Ultimately, it all comes down to one's own attributes and abilities. Furen hasn't officially entered the realm of extraordinary professions yet, but with just his three major attributes and his own abilities, he can still hold his own against some extraordinary professionals.

Miss Joel's job panel may be rudimentary, but her three main attributes must be extremely formidable.

Regarding Miss Joel's physical constitution, energy, and spirit attributes, as well as her various innate and acquired extraordinary abilities, Furen did not inquire further. Joel did not have a character panel, and she herself probably did not know what level her attributes were.

Joel didn't see any doubt or surprise in Mr. Fren's eyes, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

When she said this to other people before, they were very wary of her, and some even said some unpleasant things.

She was right; Mr. Fren was a good man.

"Mr. Fren, let's go on a mission together tonight." Joel extended a team invitation. The thorns on the vines to be cleared tonight weren't too sharp, and he was capable of protecting Mr. Fren.

This was an unexpected surprise for Furen, who had originally thought he would have to wait until he completed his training and officially entered the superhuman profession before he could officially take on missions.

It seems that Miss Joel holds a high position in the garden and has considerable autonomy over her tasks.

Miss Joel entered the garden in her teens, living a life of constant danger, raising her younger brother by killing—it sounds somewhat inspiring. Although she's not yet 30, she's already a veteran with over a decade of service, so it's normal for her to have higher authority.

It was 7 p.m., and Fren and Miss Joel had agreed to meet again at 11 p.m. to carry out their mission. After leaving the basement, they each went home.

Miss Joel went back to change into the Thorn Princess's uniform, while Floren also needed to prepare how to face her first time in life.

Before parting, Miss Joel turned back to Freun and said, "Mr. Freun, have you decided on your code name? You can choose a plant you like."

To be honest, Fren suffers from decision-making difficulties, which is giving him a bit of a headache.

After much deliberation, considering his own sunny disposition, Fran chose sunflowers, mainly because they taste better.

With only four hours to drive back to the manor and then back to the city to carry out the mission, it was a bit of a hassle for Furen, so he went to another home.

In the courtyard, which was neither too big nor too small, the two-story building was completely dark, without a single light.

My parents have been in Slen City for a while now, probably to get a comprehensive look at Sherlock's living environment.

Sherlock must be very happy.

Fren went to the study, turned on the light, picked up one of his father's books, and quietly began to read.

He doesn't yet know the specific details of the mission objective for tonight, so this is the only way he can pass the time.

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221b Baker Street, Sloan.

This is a rental property, and the landlady is an elderly widow who has lived alone for many years. Logically, a wealthy but lonely elderly woman like her would be a prime target for scammers, especially since Sloan is located on the border, where there are even more all sorts of people. But the truth is, for all these years, no one has dared to mess with the old lady in the slightest, and the exceptionally safe environment of Baker Street is entirely thanks to her.

Yuna Hudson, that's the landlord's name.

"Yuna, thank you so much for taking care of Sherlock." Furen's elderly mother hugged the woman before her with sincere gratitude on her face before leaving.

"Sherlock is a very good boy. You must have put a lot of effort into raising him." Mrs. Hudson was a very kind woman who was not very tall and was about the same age as Timothy.

"Actually, no. Sherlock, like his brother, is never too much of a worry." During her time in Sleng, Timothy also stayed at 221b Baker Street. It wasn't just Sherlock and Watson who rented the room; she also became very good friends with Mrs. Hudson during this time, though their conversations mainly revolved around Sherlock.