Is the Evil God Me?

"It's really a shame that you can deal with that arrogant genius on the basis of breaking her wheelchair. Should I say that the tolerance left between your geniuses is always much more than the others? If it were me, I am afraid that Miss Atari would be dragged by now and become a serf."

Asked by Lynn, Mr. Bill, who had finished repairing the wheelchair, did not hide his jokes.

There should always be sympathy between genius and genius.

At least Bill thinks so. In the eyes of others, the reason why Lynn and Attali can talk is largely because of his talent, the talent of being able to keep up with the knowledge of the wheelchair girl, so that she can treat each other squarely.

Of course, as long as he's not a total lunatic, Lynn can have a good conversation with each other with his excellent social skills.

"Mr. Bill, you've been promoted to Sequence 8 [Manufacturer], and Miss Atari still respects you." Lynn recalled the sarcasm you gave me when the two met just now, and he couldn't help but laugh from the bottom of his heart. , the two are really hopelessly incompatible.

"That's right, from using the nostrils to face me, to turning the head down twice with respect." Although Bill's words were exaggerated, he could still see Atari's ruthlessness.

Having said that...

However, Lynn still saw the ingenious hands of the [Manufacturer]. He actually repaired the broken wheelchair with his bare hands. During the whole process, Bill's smooth flow was like magic, and he was able to make all kinds of things. Parts that fall apart are precisely placed in the suspended space.

In the end, the parts meshed with each other, and the shape was extremely magical.

that process.

The little gentleman has all the income in the memory palace, but he clearly understands that his own hands cannot replicate the process. Perhaps with the blessing of the [Nursor], the perception can be temporarily compensated for with sophistication, but it still cannot keep up with the amazing precision.

Bill's basic ability to detect shocks has been greatly enhanced.

"Anyway, congratulations on your promotion to Sequence 8."

"Haha, I'm very happy with your blessing, little gentleman, please speed up your steps." Mr. Squint was in high spirits, obviously his condition was good and couldn't be better.

'Will you speed up? ' Lynn's smile couldn't help but have a bit of thought. If it was just simple digestion of the potion, there was no doubt that he had already eaten the contents of the potion, peeling the skin and dismantling the bones.

When the potion was completely digested, the fullness of [Flower Maker] and [Nursor] reminded Lynn of the limit of Sequence 9.

The Black Holy Grail helped Lynn digest all the pollution.

On the third day of swallowing the potion, he had already finished digesting it at a speed that surpassed everyone else's. This made Lynn cautiously and began to think about when he would find another opportunity to gain some merit, and transition smoothly to the sequence. 8. According to the information that Lynn read by himself, it is not uncommon for the lower ranks to be promoted faster, and it will not attract attention.

Lynn sighed inwardly, this is the troublesome thing in the system.

Can't get promoted quickly.

Not only will someone be staring at you, but someone will be curious about you. Of course, everyone has their own little secrets. To put it another way, if no one else sees through your little secrets, use them as they should.

"I just moved into a new home. I want to plant some flowers recently. Is there any..."

As Bill and Bill were pacing leisurely toward the office, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them without warning, causing both of them to stop subconsciously.

Sherlock Holmes.

This man has dark hair, slightly curly bangs on both sides, and a fashionable ponytail hanging behind his head. The three-dimensional facial features are in line with the perception of beautiful men in this era. It is worth noting that his eyes suddenly looked over, as if facing a bottomless sea, with complicated and unpredictable thoughts flowing in between.

He was holding his pipe, and his purpose was obviously here.

"Mr. Sherlock?" Bill was a little puzzled. This guest from the [Fate Weaving Bureau] should be chatting with the minister and the team leader about work, why did he come here.

"Yo, how are you two gentlemen?"

Sherlock was wearing a simple formal suit, and raised his hand to say hello very casually.

"I'm here to chat with Mr. Moriarty about some personal matters." Sherlock approached with almost no air, an approachable attitude.

'Talk to me? ’

As if seeing Lynn's calm doubts, Sherlock's smile became more meaningful.

"Yes, I have spoken to your minister. It is in accordance with inter-departmental procedures, but it will not be recorded, private conversation."

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At the first sight of this man, Lynn had a weird feeling. This feeling emerges from the bottom of my heart and it is impossible to ignore it.

The name of this feeling is threat.

Although Sherlock Holmes hides it very well and is gentle and polite, that's just his acting skills. Beneath that cracked gentleness is the arrogance of overlooking, a kind of alienation that doesn't take the people around you to heart. The reason why I was able to see through this man's disguise was because Lynn was so annoying in a short period of time, treating everyone else as a dispensable existence~www.wuxiaspot.com~ or almost Lynn He has become such a person, smart and cold-blooded, with a weak concept, who can do anything to achieve his goals.

It was Sophia, Bill, Yefne and the others who pulled Lynn back to the edge of the normal world with their sincerity.

so.

Lynn Moriarty really wanted to keep a distance from this Mr. Sherlock. With this kind of person, he really had no sense of security at all. He just felt that he would be given up at any time.

In the lounge, steaming black tea was brewed by water jets.

Sherlock stretched his neck and sniffed at Lynn's poor brewing technique, complimenting him completely without being able to tell whether it was true or false.

"Mr. Moriarty's brewed black tea is really fragrant. I only drank such fragrant black tea in Ananta. I still remember that when I had tea with a few friends, we all sighed that if there was enough sugar, Just add it in. My personal taste is that I like to put six sugars in a cup of tea."

"It's because the tea in the bureau is good, you praised it badly."

Sherlock stared at Lynn suddenly.

Is there something wrong?

Lynn thought subconsciously, Anata is a tea producing area in the Far South Continent, there is nothing wrong with this. Why, the detective is staring at him like this.

"Haha, Mr. Moriarty is really, really interesting." Sherlock, who held up the teacup, withdrew his somewhat rude gaze, sighed with inexplicable emotion, and then continued. "I'll still call you Mr. Lynn. In fact, I was also present on the day of the peace conference. Unfortunately, I couldn't have a good talk with you, the knight who guards the goddess of peace."

Sherlock took a sip of the black tea and put it down.

Then, with his legs crossed and his hands in a tower shape, his eyes were instantly sharp like a knife, as if he could tear apart the disguise on Lynn's body.

"Can you tell me, how did you see the [line]?"