Secret: My vest is all over the timeline

"Congratulations, Detective Sherlock, for possessing a powerful magical item, so that you don't have to worry about your lack of attack power in the future." Linn looked at Klein, who was getting familiar with the demon pistol, and congratulated with a smile. one sentence, and then asked abruptly:

"So the name Sherlock Moriarty is a pseudonym?"

Cough... Klein, who was studying the Demon Pistol, almost choked on his own saliva. However, thanks to his clown ability, Mr. Fool still said without changing his face: "The name is just a code name, whether my name is Sherlock or Crosha, It doesn’t affect our friendship, does it?”

It's not that Klein doesn't want to quibble, but he knows Linn's observation ability. Since the other party has said so, he will definitely not believe his quibbles.

"Tsk... Even if you pass the test, I know that members of these secret organizations are all mysterious." Lin En curled his lips, as if he had completely forgotten his apparent identity, and he was also a member of the Moss Ascetic Order. members, even forgetting that he is also the founder of the Secret Eye.

Detective classmate, have you forgotten that you are also a member of the Moss Ascetic Order? How can you say such things... Klein couldn't help complaining in his heart, but he breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, his eyes fell on The demon pistol in my hand was on, and I had a headache again.

A story with himself as the protagonist... He has never written a book before, but Mr. Secret Keeper said that he can compile it casually. How about I just copy the novels I have read before and change the protagonist? Not publishing it anyway... Klein suddenly thought of something, and found a certain detective looking at him expectantly.

"Detective Sherlock, as your friend, I have the obligation to be the audience when you need to tell a story!" Lin En said righteously.

Klein: ...

You think I can't see it, you just want to watch me for fun.

How about I just sacrifice the demon pistol to the gray mist and take it off when needed? No, what if something unexpected happens and the demon pistol doesn't work? I'd better tell it stories honestly every day... Various thoughts arose in Klein's heart, only to be overturned one by one.

Although being one of the most annoying ways to acquire active magical items, Klein currently only has Sequence 8, and his control over Origin Treasures is not very deep, so he still doesn’t know that there is a skill called bargaining with magical items.

Fortunately, this is the case, otherwise the Demon Pistol would probably have to live a pitiful life like a little hungry boy.

"Alas..." Klein couldn't help but sigh. He glanced at Linn who was looking forward to him for the last time, nodded heavily, and said, "Okay."

There was no way, there were really few people that Klein knew who were suitable to be this audience, including Lin En, and barely one of his fellow poets.

But Klein hadn't seen Leonard for several days, but Klein didn't know the whereabouts of his fellow poet.

When Klein returned to the church because of the devil dog incident, he heard from His Excellency Crested Sesima that the poet classmate seemed to have taken on some bodyguard-type mission because of the devil dog's involvement, and ran to protect a noble. .

——Of course, the church did not know that the Devil Dog was the work of Klein. Crestel Sesima only informed the person in charge of this matter because it involved a certain Angel of Secrets. Aspects of Klein.

Without Leonard, only Lynn can be my audience... Klein sighed in his heart again, and saw a certain detective classmate suddenly take out a familiar small notebook.

If he remembered correctly, it seemed to be the notebook that Lynn used to draw.

Then Klein heard Linn’s eager voice:

"If you don't mind, could I illustrate your story?"

Klein: ...

You really just want to watch my fun!

The corner of Klein's mouth twitched. Looking at a Mr. Detective who was eager to give it a try, with the words "I will draw even if you don't agree" written all over his face, he couldn't help but hold his forehead and said: "You can draw if you want, but It cannot be spread."

Klein didn't want to compromise, but he knew he couldn't stop a certain detective.

In this case, it is better to use retreat as an advance and impose some restrictions on the condition of acceptance.

"No problem..." Linn nodded without any hesitation. Of course, he would not spread these illustrations. At most, he would use them as a tool to awaken Mr. Fool's humanity when his divinity overwhelms his humanity.

Ah, I am really foresighted, and I have put a lot of effort into keeping Mr. Fool's humanity... Lin En sighed shamelessly in his heart, and suddenly remembered his agreement with a certain big snake.

I don’t know when Ourolius will give Ameng a surprise. Logically speaking, with Xiaohong’s hatred, Ourowelius shouldn’t object to something that can be persecuted, right?

Lin En was thinking uncertainly, and decided to go back and increase his efforts to draw several other paintings of persecuting Amon that he already had at this stage.

At the same time, somewhere in the land abandoned by God.

"Orochi, why are you free to come to my place today?" A man wearing a black classical robe, a pointed soft hat of the same color, a crystal monocle on his face, black curly hair, black eyes, a wide forehead, and thin cheeks He said with a smile, and while speaking, he raised his hand and pinched his crystal monocle.

This person is none other than the King of Thieves Angels, the true only son of the ancient Sun God, and the blasphemer Amon in the fifth era.

And the person in front of Amon was surprisingly Ourolyus.

Although they are in the same land abandoned by God, the Angel of Time and the Angel of Destiny actually rarely meet each other, especially after Medici was stewed in hot pot, and they are basically in a state of not having contact with each other until death.

So Amon was really a little surprised that Ourolius suddenly came to visit him.

"I was entrusted by a person to give you a gift." Ourolius said calmly, without any expression.

"A gift?" Amon's eyes immediately fell on what looked like a painting held by Ourolius. Because the content side of the painting was completely covered by Ourolius, Amon could not clearly see the content of the painting. What is it.

But for some reason, Amon suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Yes, a gift." Ourolius nodded, and then handed the painting to Amon.

The latter took it in confusion. After seeing the content of the painting clearly, Amon's expression froze.

The memories of pain and pain that he had experienced during this period came up almost instantly. Whether it was the pain of being bombed, or the dark history of becoming a child after being sealed by power, and then having his face grabbed by someone, Amon was shocked. For a moment, I had the urge to destroy the painting in front of me.