The sin of wearing a crown

Autumn hunting.

You can go hunting, go horse racing on the green field with your friends, and when you are tired, you can play games on a thick blanket. You can play any game. Ahem, of course, it’s best not to hold an open-air conference without cover. After all, there are so many respectable people here. If anyone plays too high and breaks the moral bottom line, they may be treated as a joke or criticized in the future.

Chivalry still has to be there.

Otherwise, there is no difference between him and the aboriginal savage. If you claim to be civilized, you have to be civilized. If you really have any private hobbies, you can just drag your wife to play in a small room.

For Lynn.

The second day after arriving at the camp was very comfortable. There were no strong women visiting, no vampires asking for a second round, and no dissatisfied ladies holding their hands, touching their hearts, and listening. The prayer to stay chaste even if you want to cheat. Lin En was quite puzzled. He was not a pastor, so how could these ladies make him confess more sincerely than the other, as if they were blushing and excited.

When Amiste heard this, she laughed so much that she threw her hairpin out.

How could she not know what those empty, lonely and cold ladies were fantasizing about when they grabbed the hands of their little men? But unfortunately, this time Qiu Shou she just wanted to show off and not give them real food. arrive. In this way, the precious things that cannot be obtained can leave a deep impact on the heart.

However, there are a few ladies from [Steam City] who might really consider it~~

Of course, not now.

After all, the countess had a heart-to-heart relationship with Lin En and didn't really use him as a bargaining chip for the Autumn Hunting. After the Autumn Hunting, we could just discuss it then.

He has no idea that the people around him have some horrible thoughts.

Lin En had the rare opportunity to throw away all the baggage on his body and all the calculations in his head, and immersed himself in this world of greenery undulating like ocean waves. He could feel that just by closing his eyes against the wind and riding a horse swaying forward in this wilderness, he could experience the wonderful feeling of being cleansed.

So simple, so wonderful.

Riding in pairs on horseback, holding hands, it seems like you can keep walking in the green picture of the mountains in the distance. The Countess, who was still joking from time to time at the beginning, gradually stopped her voice. She looked at Lin En's leisurely and contented look with slightly squinted eyes, and a trace of pity and guilt flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Linn was so tired that he almost never really rested, even in bed.

He doesn't look like a 17-year-old boy at all.

When they were having fun, from the roughness of Linn's every movement and the way he vented his strength, Amiste could hear the negative pressure in the young gentleman's heart without having to read. He is a person with secrets, and having secrets will accumulate pressure. The heavier the secret, the more it will make others breathless. The further Linn walked forward, the greater the pressure on him. It was like forging steel, a test that every pioneer must accept.

After surviving it, it becomes steel, a person made of special materials, which is convincing.

The whistling wind blew past my ears.

It seems that time is not even willing to move faster, wanting to make this scene last longer.

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Spending the whole morning walking around with the countess, looking at the scenery and chatting, Linn found something that made her relaxed and happy in this slow-paced life. When he returned to the camp to rest, the Countess and the other maids were going to walk towards the Black Forest to see if they could catch any delicious game.

Lynn's all-purpose barbecue method can turn almost any meat into delicious food. So for the countess who loves food very much, she naturally wants to try the deliciousness of different types of barbecue.

Well, there are quite a few people who have the same idea as Amiste.

Presumably during this autumn hunting, the animals living in the forest were in a desperate mood. How come the two-legged beasts that had only had a taste of it in previous years were hunting as ferociously as they were suddenly suffering from serious illnesses this year.

It was as if he was deliberately trying to seduce Lynn.

Less than half a minute after Linn returned to the hunting camp, he saw the sneaky figure of Sherlock's dog again. This time, the little gentleman was sure that the great detective was not doing such a boring job as catching someone raped, because he saw Sherlock staring at the butt of an old noble man with a focused look.

If there was nothing wrong with Linn's eyes, then he should have seen correctly.

Sherlock, old ass...

Righteous God! ! !

Lin En's pupils were trembling, and Sherlock seemed to have discovered the young gentleman, smiled mysteriously at him, and then quietly followed the old nobleman who passed by just now. Lin En's expression management was on the verge of losing control, but he finally managed to stabilize himself with his strong steely heart.

Just when the little gentleman was confused and wanted to leave, he went back to the camp to find the head maid for comfort.

A flash of light reflected from where Sherlock was squatting just now caught his attention.

A pen?

Picking up this inexpensive pen, Linn frowned, then unscrewed the pen and inspected it carefully. Soon, his thoughts were interrupted by a team preparing to go hunting. The noisy atmosphere of life in the camp filled his ears again. Many people were watching Mr. Elf Ranger with interest.

Pointing and whispering.

Linn didn't care and just put the pen away.

Once was a coincidence, but twice was not. He had already picked up small objects dropped from Sherlock twice, excluding the option of Sherlock being bored or careless, so this was what the great detective did on purpose. This is his way of reminding Lynn that the Riddler has evolved to the point where he creates riddles out of lost objects.

Linn rubbed the grass clippings on his boots against the wooden frame on one side and began to think as he walked towards his camp.

He threw away the colored glasses that had seen Sherlock's behavior as somewhat crazy and perverted, and drove his brain to analyze the problem at hand with rational and efficient efficiency.

What is Sherlock reminding himself?

This question troubled Linn immediately. With insufficient information, he could only vaguely guess that Sherlock's almost joking behavior was related to the prey he was pursuing. What could make a great detective lose something carelessly? What made this great detective want to remind him in this way? Is it an oversight? Is that prey related to throwing things?

He still didn't understand the problem until Linn knocked down the flushed Merdis who had just walked out of the tent. The maid stood up with her long legs shaking violently and couldn't help but hug Linn tightly.