Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

With a pipe in his mouth and wearing a suit, Fren finally looked a bit like Sherlock Holmes.

Before returning to his room, looking at the beasts still diligently cleaning, Furen stopped going upstairs and turned back to say, "In my opinion, a name is just a title; what you're called doesn't affect your true 'self.'"

But if you'd like, you can choose a name for yourselves.

Letting them name themselves is partly because Fren is rather lazy, and partly because these intelligent animals already have autonomy, and Fren will respect their ideas.

Upon hearing this, even the parrot looked bewildered.

He has been living in the laboratory since birth.

Almost two days after leaving the lab, he suddenly realized that his future life as a bird seemed to be really different.

In contrast, numbers 8 and 11 on the side seem to think less; sometimes, smart people are more sensitive.

Regardless of what the beasts thought, Furen returned to his room to meditate and sleep.

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The next morning, Fren was once again awakened by the parrot's alarm clock.

In just one day, his playing skills improved significantly; the parrot was indeed intelligent.

Today is Friday. Furen, the pay thief, collected his weekly wages from Sharon at noon and then planned to make a quick getaway. Skipping work at this time of week has become Furen's routine.

As soon as he stepped out of the city hall, Fren saw a luxury car parked at the entrance.

The engine was still running, so they had obviously just arrived.

The timing was perfect, seamlessly bridging Fren's absence from work.

After putting away his car keys, Floren opened the car door and got in; inside was Mycroft.

Heading straight to the central government office building, Fren didn't ask Mycroft what he wanted to do. It wasn't until they entered Mycroft's office and the secretary left that the older brother spoke to Fren, saying, "Someone wants to see you. You can refuse."

Fren glanced at the note above Mycroft's head; it had changed since their last meeting.

In Fren's eyes, everyone's inner thoughts are written on their face if he wanted to, and he naturally understood why Mycroft suddenly assigned him that overseas mission related to the Apple organization.

"Oros?"

"Hmm." Mycroft wasn't surprised that Fren knew about his sister's existence.

There are too many traces of the three siblings in that manor.

"As far as I know, she should be dead." Fren looked around Mycroft's minimalist office. "At least, that's what Father and Mother think."

"She's in danger and must be isolated from the outside world." Mycroft's face showed emotion. He had received news from Sheringford Island today, and Oros was urging him to see the person she wanted to see within the week.

"Like the documents I've given you before, the central government sometimes needs her assistance because of her special talents," Mycroft said. "The central government will give her a 'salary'."

The salary she received in advance this year is you.

"She requested a conversation that wouldn't be overheard."

"She's dangerous, you have the right to refuse, and I'll choose to compensate her elsewhere." Mycroft hoped Fren would refuse.

"Okay." Fren nodded, feeling as if he had taken Moriarty's place.

This conversation, which was not supposed to be overheard, was originally supposed to take place between Euros and Moriarty.

As for now, Fren has no idea what Moriarty is doing.

Mycroft simply nodded without saying anything more, checked the condition of Floren's suit, and then took Floren to the airport.

Euros is indeed dangerous, but Mycroft believes that Fren is not in mortal danger.

Let's set aside combat prowess and let these two monsters compete in other dimensions.

On the plane, Mycroft shared some intelligence about Oros, mainly describing Oros's epoch-making talents.

Fren didn't react much to this; he planned to finish the meeting as soon as possible so he could go back to the manor to sleep that night.

He was well aware of his own abilities; it was just that his large memory and high computing power didn't translate into strong creativity. If that's what intelligence is, then the smartest thing in his past life must have been the computer.

Oros possesses an exceptionally strong intuition in this regard. Intuition tells her which direction is right; this is true wisdom.

Fren had anticipated this, but he had no competitive spirit and only came to Sheringford out of respect for Mycroft.

Upon landing on Sheringford Island, Fren sensed that the defense level here was even higher than that of Azkaban.

"There's more than just Oros here," Mycroft said, looking at the prison before him. "There are many creatures who are more troublesome when they're dead than when they're alive, and they're imprisoned here."

And Euros was their jailer.

"Using prisoners to suppress other prisoners, what a brilliant idea," Frey commented.

"Thank you for the compliment," Mycroft said casually, leading Fren to a corridor. "Watch her eyes."

Fren didn't care. He knew how terrifying Oros's suggestion and hypnotic abilities were, but he had a cheat code.

【Leakage Extinction】: All leakage is completely eliminated, the light of wisdom shines brightly, and all dharmas cannot invade.

After opening an iron door made of a special material, Furen entered and saw a single piece of crystal glass lying between him and Oros.

On the other side of the glass is a one-bedroom, one-living room, one-bathroom room with extremely simple decor.

The fact that Mycroft could set up such a room for his sister in a place like prison shows that he still loved her.

The moment their eyes met, Fren saw a pair of clear gray eyes.

Clear, pure, and lifeless.

Fren understood the thoughts in those eyes; he saw the hatred within them.

At the same time, Fren also saw the suffering of being with those one hates in Euros.

This is the only one that, once consumed, would allow Furen to directly awaken elemental abilities. The idea hidden beneath the massive data was very tempting.

The two stared at each other silently for five seconds, then looked at a piece of equipment next to them simultaneously.

This camera was jointly created by the mystical and technological sides, and Mycroft is on the other end of the camera.

Once the camera was turned off under Mycroft's control, the two looked at each other.

In Fren's view, these were magical eyes that could stir up desires in people's hearts.

"Long time no see," Fren said calmly. "There's no need to try. Didn't you try to hypnotize me when we first met four years ago?"

Oros did not deny it, tilting his head as he continued to scrutinize Francessoko.

When it's just the two of them, she doesn't feel much anger. Her emotions only fluctuate when she sees the person in front of her with their family.

"You...want to eat me," Oros said definitively.

She didn't notice anything unusual about the "machine" in front of her, but her intuition told her that the man in front of her was attracted to her.

Physical appetite.