Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

"Mycroft Holmes?"

Mrs. Hudson smiled and said, "I've met him a few times; he is indeed a very mature man."

"Mature?" Timothy's eyes gleamed as he shook his head. "In my heart, Sherlock is actually more reassuring."

You've met Mycroft, you should know his personality.

Mrs. Hudson didn't say anything more, but simply patted Timothy's hand, which was resting on his knee, in a comforting gesture.

"But thankfully, if you meet Francessoko, you'll know he's a good kid too." Timothy's tone quickened slightly when he mentioned his other son, "He's more 'mature' than Mycroft and Sherlock."

As a mother, Timothy was well aware of how human-like her two biological sons were, while her adopted son, Floren, was the most like an ordinary person. Floren, with his expressive emotions, seemed to fit the definition of 'mature' more closely.

Mrs. Hudson remained silent, a growing interest in Francesco Holmes emerging within her. Of the current Holmes family, only this youngest brother remained unseen.

Sherlock had indeed mentioned his family to Mrs. Hudson, but his description differed somewhat from that of Mrs. Holmes before him.

"Have a safe trip." Mrs. Hudson was looking forward to meeting Francessoko, but now it was time to say goodbye to Timothy.

The Holmes had stayed long enough in Schlen and had booked a flight back to Berlin for tomorrow morning. They would be staying at a hotel near the airport tonight.

"Thank you," Timothy said with a smile. "When you come to Berlint in the future, you must come and visit us at our home."

As a mother, she could see that Watson and Mrs. Hudson were considered "family" by Sherlock, so they were also Holmes's family.

Sherlock and Watson had work to do tonight, so only Mrs. Hudson saw the Holmes off.

Mrs. Hudson only closed the door after watching the taxi driver stuff their luggage into the trunk.

The driver was a boy with curly hair, a few freckles on his face, and gray eyes.

Seeing the couple seated in the rearview mirror, the driver said in a gentle voice, "Sir, Madam, please fasten your seatbelts."

The journey was very smooth, and the driver even helped the Holmes couple carry their luggage upstairs when he dropped them off at their hotel.

"Kid, this is your tip." Wanda looked at the young man who should be in college but was working and gave him a tip that was more than the fare.

Of course, this is also because the child provided excellent service.

"Sir and Madam, I wish you good health." After accepting the tip, the driver bowed slightly and offered his sincere blessings.

Once the door was closed, he could clearly hear the couple talking inside, carried by the wind.

After a moment of silence, he left with a slightly cheerful gait.

On the way away, the driver's face and clothes gradually changed, and when he turned a corner, he became a completely different person.

She's going to tease her mentally challenged brother now.

Her father, mother, and Sherlock were all in the city, and most importantly, the thief Francisco wasn't there. During this time, she used many different identities to have a lot of contact with her parents, and even had dinner with them once.

Moreover, Moriarty was hiding somewhere and was very obedient, which pleased Oros.

This trip to Slen City was the happiest time she'd had recently.

Tomorrow, she will also be on the same flight, returning to Berlin with her parents.

Because Mycroft had planned to go to Sheringford Island Prison the day after tomorrow, she wanted to return to that small cell before Mycroft arrived to put her brother's mind at ease.

It's estimated that we won't be able to see Sherlock again for some time.

She wanted to make the most of the evening and have an interaction with Sherlock.

In one day, she had thoroughly investigated Sherlock's next target, Colonel Sned from the Phrygians region.

To ensure her mentally challenged brother wouldn't die over there, she needed to make as many arrangements as possible tonight.

A glimmer of light appeared in her gray eyes; this was the meaning of her life.

-

"Sunflower? What a nice name, it's very similar to Mr. Fren's abilities."

Miss Joel, dressed in a black gown and holding two golden daggers, exclaimed in admiration, her skin shimmering like sunlight.

Her hand spikes were long and thin, with sharp tips and a ring at the end that allowed her little finger to insert them for easy manipulation.

The results of the two daggers' examination were concise; they were clearly not particularly fine alchemical products and were inferior to the alchemical dagger in Furen's hand.

And this Thorn Princess's dress, in Fren's eyes, seemed a bit worn. Examining the worn areas, Fren sighed, "I will definitely call the headmaster to complain. Treating employees so harshly is a legal offense in Berlin."

Due to the unique nature of this world, the Berlin government enacted many laws to protect the lower classes, including laws similar to worker protection laws. This was out of concern that excessive oppression and exploitation might lead to extreme emotions that would attract divine blessings and result in uncontrollable superhuman beings.

The gardeners fought to the death, and not only were they paid low wages for killing, but they weren't even given proper uniforms and weapons. The headmaster was indeed being unfair.

"No need, no need," Joel shook his head, indicating that Mr. Fren didn't need to do that. "Money and such are enough to live on. Our job is mainly for the peace of this city, this country, and even the world."

Hearing Miss Joel's explanation only strengthened Fren's resolve to file a complaint.

Not only do they pay little, they also brainwash their employees.

If he weren't outmatched by the headmaster, Furen would have hung him from a lamppost.

The gold-plated suit, cufflinks, and rapier worn by Mr. Fren were all excellent gold-plated items. Miss Joel breathed a sigh of relief after noticing these items. If Mr. Fren could protect himself, then she would feel more at ease.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fren, I will definitely protect you." The mission level wasn't high, but Joel was under a lot of pressure.

Fren didn't show it on his face, but he was inwardly both amused and exasperated. He shouldn't be such a burden, right? "I won't show off, and I'll avoid danger in time."

Standing atop a building, Furen looked towards the target's location. After listening to Miss Joel's report on the target, he stopped her from disguising herself as a massage therapist to infiltrate the area. "I have a better way," he said.