The sin of wearing a crown

On the one hand, he was a little worried that the political friend he had made through the Russell family and his promises had been disappearing, and on the other hand, the plump lady's instigation had some effect. In short, for various reasons, Linn took a stroll after going out to see if he could help.

Appreciation for providing help in times of need is better than icing on the cake.

Leonardo must be very anxious right now.

If he can help, he will definitely receive double gratitude. Leonardo's weakness also shows that he is an emotional person. Whether this is a persona or real, at least he saved Arnold, who was about to become the next prime minister, and he needs to maintain this image.

Besides, Linn didn't intend to use his brain.

Isn't there Sherlock, the tool man?

As a great detective, he should be quite interested in this matter. This is a common problem among detectives, so all he has to do is follow him and see if he can push the boat forward.

No matter what, from the perspective of interests, Lin En still needs to have more friends than enemies, to provide cover for the early stage of the plan, and to convey the benefits of affiliation. From an emotional point of view, Leonardo was indeed a bit similar to himself. For this green-headed son of the Labor Party, Lin felt that it would be no problem if it was easy. The most important thing is that the guys who are doing this game are so dirty-hearted that no one with any conscience can stand it.

Oh, it's debatable whether Sherlock has a conscience.

The camp was extremely lively at this moment, and everyone was talking about the sensory-stimulating events that happened in the camp. Since the person who died was an untouchable, most nobles and businessmen did not feel the instinctive sadness and fear that should be expected from a similar death.

Lin En shuttled among them and looked at their faces. Inexplicably, he had the illusion that he had entered the alien camp by mistake, as if the people standing around him were not human beings, but creatures that Kazuto had imagined.

The young gentleman strolled in the direction of the Labor Sons' tent and soon met an acquaintance.

Mrs. Cynthia.

The first moment he caught sight of this muscular tyrant, Lin En wanted to pretend not to notice, lower his head to clean his boots, and quickly go around. But obviously, the perception of Sequence 8 and Sequence 5 is very different. When the young gentleman is still studying which angle is more natural for wiping boots, accompanied by the thumping sound of the ground, the strong female warrior can punch and walk with great strength. , stepped over in two steps, and was so happy that she slapped him on the shoulder!

Click!

"Ugh!" Linn couldn't help but cry out in pain. He felt that his shoulder might be dislocated.

"Tsk, you really look like a vase."

Unsatisfied with the elf-like young man's ability to resist blows, Cynthia skillfully grabbed his shoulder and broke it with her radish-thick fingers. Using the skillful manipulation of muscles and bone-setting techniques, Linn's shoulder returned to its original shape, but was swollen. a little.

The young gentleman's green eyes had lost their luster, and he had an expression of hopelessness.

Who will save him?

Her Excellency the Countess, the only one who could save the weak elf from this invincible body composed of angular and angular proteins that seemed to be made of steel, was taking a beauty sleep.

"How about it, do you want to consider that I will train for a few months to ensure that you can fight a hundred times better than now? The muscles of my boys are as strong as buffalo..." Cynthia's gladiatorial manor, for It is a good place for those extraordinary people who specialize in exercising.

But obviously, it was torture for Lynn.

"Good day, Mrs. Cynthia." With happiness written all over her face and a polite greeting, Linn gave herself a massage to promote active swelling and then continued to speak. "I am extremely grateful for your kind invitation, but I need to accompany Madam. If Madam does not agree, I will not express any opinion."

"I feel like you guys are pushing me around and not giving me an answer."

The female barbarian waved her casserole-sized fist, which was so intimidating that people within a radius of 20 meters around Linn subconsciously retreated. This was similar to Sherlock's dispersal of idlers.

Linn felt that he could no longer let this strong woman do whatever she wanted, otherwise before he could find Sherlock, his shoulders might be beaten to pieces, and the resonance in his chest would be enough to damage his internal organs. He raised it in response to the lively scene in front of him.

Although she likes to use muscles instead of brains to solve problems, it does not mean that Mrs. Cynthia is a fool. When this thick and thin woman heard this, a smile appeared on her face as vicious as the green-skinned war chief. Leonardo was obviously tricked into the game. It was too easy to make a person look bad through such low-level means, such as romantic encounters, adventures, fairy dances, touching porcelain, and helping the elderly. Yes, once he is determined to mess with you, even if you are sitting at home, the pot will come from the sky.

Lin En had suffered losses from fraud before traveling through time. For this guy who was always wrong, he would remember the losses very clearly, and he would also remember the benefits very clearly once he tasted them.

"You want to get involved in this?"

Mrs. Cynthia seemed to see through Linn's disguise and directly touched his beating heart.

"I don't recommend that you get involved. Even if you can help, that guy made a mistake and can't clean it up. But if you are really interested, you have to talk to the local law enforcement officers. I remember You are a member of the [Suppression Bureau]."

"Do you have any news?" Linn automatically ignored some political lines and asked for the inside story.

"If you..." Mrs. Cynthia rubbed her chin with the look of a bargaining merchant.

"Ten seasoning packets, perfect to remove the fishy smell." Lin En knew that this was what she liked.

"make a deal!"

After successfully extorting so many seasoning packets from Lin En, Cynthia was so happy that her cattail fan-like slap fell on his thin back again. For a moment, Lin En felt like there were stars in his eyes, and a breath of turbid breath resonated directly in his chest. Spit it out. The laughing female barbarian caught the staggering and pitiful little gentleman to prevent him from falling to the ground without a breath.

Linn vowed to wait until he reaches Sequence 5!

Well... let's forget it...

Looking at his arms that looked like toothpicks compared to those of strong women, Linn wisely gave up on training muscles. He chose to train on steel. Even if Madam Cynthia was a Sequence 5, she couldn't say that she could resist naval guns head-on with her pure body.

This female barbarian quickly chatted with Lin En about the inside story. To be honest, it was a bit weird for a village girl to die in the tent of the Sons of Labor Party. Did you really ignore the security forces at the camp? As the leader, Cynthia immediately smelled the atmosphere of party struggle. She was sure that many people in the camp had been bribed by the Laurel Party.