The sin of wearing a crown

In the gun shop, the conversation between the two gentlemen started around hunting, and it was difficult to fathom how many hints and temptations there were. Smart people always work hard when talking. Linn asked the owner of the store to take out a purple shirt recurve bow.

Before the popularity of firearms in Albion, this unique longbow was used as a strong bow in the army.

There were hordes, and arrows rained down.

The graceful parabolic flying arrows covered the sky and sun for an instant like a swarm of locusts, then flew to the highest point and then roared down through the air. It was really the most deadly and dangerous scene. After all, this is a country where bows have been played for a long time, and some protective gear and finger gloves are also fully equipped. Linn did not draw the bow empty-handed, but used his fingers to adjust it.

Sherlock also asked someone to take out the Makita rifle. The theme of this autumn hunting is hunting. Since it is hunting, you must have a good hunting tool.

The conversation between the two about the prey just now came to an end with their respective inspection actions.

Sherlock pays his own bills.

Linn was much more chic here, and Meldis paid the bill for him with a wave of his hand.

When this scene happened, Sherlock looked back at Aurora in a funny way. The bodyguard-like lady stared back with a blank expression and a bit of innocence. Mr. Detective could only take a breath and hold his forehead as he started to feel depressed. appearance. Watson is good everywhere, but emotionally he is not good at all.

Mr. Detective decided to find something to lighten his mood.

"Indeed, if the prey becomes familiar with the hunter's tricks, it can easily transform into a new hunter. Lynn, are you interested in hunting with me?"

While his eyes were still wandering around this store with not bad service attitude and quality, Sherlock extended an invitation to Linn. Regarding this invitation, Linn's reason prevailed.

"It's a pity that I already have a common hunting target, Mrs. Amiste."

"You are so blessed."

Sherlock said meaningfully, most people thought that Linn was a male favorite of Count Amiste, and he won the love of this beautiful widow with his appearance. He has never thought so. Amiste is undoubtedly a smart lady, and Linn is also a smart gentleman. The relationship between the two is much stronger than others think.

Sherlock didn't want to offend that smart and scary lady if it wasn't necessary, even if she wasn't an extraordinary person.

"But if you can successfully hunt your favorite prey, then I will listen carefully to your heroic deeds. Maybe the prey will just pass by my eyes at that time, and maybe it will happen to be shot by an arrow?" Lin En said with a smile on his face. Smiling, he extended his hand to Sherlock in a friendly manner.

"Yes, accidents often love extraordinary people, and we are both the children of accidents."

As if there was something in his words, Sherlock took Linn's hand and shook it hard.

"As long as your eyes are bright enough, you can only choose to be a hunter." Taking his Makita rifle, Mr. Detective quickly left the shop with Aurora and his favorite hunting tools.

Miss Watson, who was as cold as a killer, was unexpectedly polite. She didn't care about complicated etiquette like Sherlock. She bowed to Calm Linn and followed Sherlock closely. This lady was very cold, as if she were an iceberg in the polar regions that would never melt. When she moved, she could see the piercing cold light of metal through the gaps in her clothes.

Linn's curious eyes were glued to Sherlock, and he didn't look back until he disappeared into the crowd.

"Miss Watson has left."

Apparently having misunderstood Linn's gaze, Merdis couldn't help but interrupt Linn's searching gaze with words. A faint sour smell came out of the head maid's expression.

"You should say Mr. Sherlock has left." Linn looked at her amused expression and couldn't help but feel teasing.

"That would be even weirder. For my wife's sake, I don't want you to be sent to a mental hospital." In this era, the methods used by mental hospitals to deal with homosexuality were vigorous beatings and chemical castration.

If Linn had done anything like that, she and the Countess would really have to live as widows in despair.

Without the countess present, the head maid was always willing to interact with Lin En a little more. Her interaction was different from Atali's. One focused on rational conversation, while the other just wanted Linn's eyes to stay on her for a while. It would be a happy thing for the head maid if she was stared at by Linn's focused gaze for a while longer.

Lin En chose to carry the purple-shirted longbow by herself.

Merdis saw that this was the right place. She sent other maids to various places to purchase things needed for renting and hunting, such as carriages, tents, utensils, etc. She arranged them in an orderly manner and showed her ability in the bright sunshine. This shrewdness Her smart look was completely different from when Lin En was torturing her.

After the head maid finished her work, she hesitated and hesitated.

"That Mr. Sherlock just now...I heard he is a very powerful detective. If he comes to harass you, you can use the name of the Russell family to tell him to stay away. I don't dare to do anything to you."

"puff!"

Linn snorted without managing his expression well.

In Merdis's eyes, is he a vicious criminal? Or a murderer who could trigger panic in the entire city at any time?

"I am just a humble social servant who respects the law-abiding citizens of the Kingdom."

"Well, you are a gentleman." The head maid listened to Linn's explanation. The smile on her face was as friendly as a kind old hen, which made people have no desire to continue arguing. Merdis was a rare big sister who was tolerant. time.

This unconditional doting revealed inadvertently gave Lin En a sense of crisis. If he was not careful, he might be raised as a useless person by his big sister.

"Sherlock was actually giving a kind reminder just now."

This goodwill may have to be discounted. For people who will guide you inadvertently, there may be something mixed in their goodwill. Sometimes they even do it unconsciously. This is one of the reasons why [Destiny Bureau] has never been able to get on the stage. The popularity is really bad.

Popularity creates cliques, and cliques are symbiotic with arrogance and xenophobia.

For example, the two people who didn't give Minister Aqil face when they came to the [Lamp Holder] branch before were the typical among the typical. Then he kicked the iron plate and was double beaten by the Countess and the Princess.

"remind?"

"Yes, Sherlock is reminding me that as long as you see some things, you can't hide them even if you want to." Lin En's face looked a little solemn.

There should be no tantra chapters here. It would be much fun if we could do something like that in the lower city again.