The sin of wearing a crown

Aren't you doing what you want to do?

When Meldis said this, Linn's expression was obviously a little stiff, and he subconsciously turned his face away after the head maid behind him. This was the body language of guilt. He knew that Amiste valued him very much, but as a new achievement in her life, it was too heavy.

She really has very high expectations for him...

The head maid noticed that the young gentleman's mood suddenly became a little depressed. She shook off the water droplets on her hands and put the cool catkins on his face.

"What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night? Do you want to catch up on some sleep? My wife didn't wake up anyway."

The gentle coolness made Linn's spirit tremble, and he couldn't help but grab the head maid's hand.

"Merdis, your hands are so soft."

"Hey hehe~~" Lin En suddenly changed the subject. The head maid couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile happily. Being praised by her sweetheart is the sweetest thing in the world. As a woman, she has a lot of respect for Lin En. Love is actually not thin at all, but she is destined to be the woman standing behind others, so it is difficult to show it.

The poets of Albion sang that nothing is sweeter than love, even if it is often mixed.

The head maid subconsciously touched her belly.

She looked around cleverly, seizing an opportunity that no one noticed and boldly kissed Lin En's cheek among the busy maids, and then whispered the news in his ear.

"Last night, my wife told me that I will endure it until the autumn hunting is over this time. On the train back, my sisters will help me to be with you... If you need it, go to my wife and spare me. I am now , just smelling your scent makes my legs feel weak. Madam is so amazing..."

After speaking quickly, Merdis lowered her head and ran away quickly, not daring to say anything more and continuing to tease the little gentleman.

During this period, staying with Lin En was a kind of torture for her.

Madam said there were benefits to doing this, but she didn’t say what the benefits were. Merdis only knew that her mind was a little dizzy except for work, and she might really turn into a wild beast that lost her mind in a few days. . In addition, everyone in the camp is the countess's spy. If she really dares to be pulled by Lin to do something bad, then the countess has many means to deal with the disobedient little prodigal.

This is the helplessness of being a servant. There are two masters on your head, and you can't refuse either one. Fortunately, Mr. Linn is a kind-hearted person. Oh yes, except when piling.

Lin En still had Meldis' warm and nephrite feeling on his body, and he laughed a little.

After being teased by the head maid like this, his originally gloomy mood became much more open-minded. He did everything he should do. When the time came, he would just send the head maid to the town to do some shopping. He could just ask if he wanted to. Why bother yourself with so much trouble.

He didn't believe that Amiste could really eat him!

Uh-huh! !

Suddenly, a person appeared in the bushes beside him. The soul of Lin En, who was standing proudly with his hands on his hips, was shaken. His first reaction was to draw his gun and prepare to shoot the unidentified intruder. For an extraordinary person, it would be really scary to suddenly have something next to him.

Especially when this thing starts to scream.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot! It's me! It's me! Sherlock!" Sherlock showed his face, not forgetting to hold down the hat on his head, and shouted before Linn pulled the trigger.

In less than ten seconds, the gun-wielding maids, who realized that there was an extra man in the camp, blocked him with guns of different lengths. There were maids in front, left, right, and bottom, aiming at him who raised his hands in surrender. The poor detective smiled at everyone without losing his grace.

"Sherlock?"

Linn's expression can be said to be very exciting, no less than seeing Sherlock emerge from the sewer of his house like a cockroach.

"Why are you in a place like this? How did you get in?"

"Well, this is a very complicated question. Can you ask your maids to put down their guns first? I don't want the news on the first day of the next day to be that the great detective Sherlock died from a fire accident." Sherlock looked at this with some distress. There was a circle of gun barrels, and while he was speaking, the gun barrel almost went into his mouth.

These gun-toting maids are not weak at all, they are extremely fierce.

"this is my friend."

Linn paused very subtly when he mentioned the word friend. Obviously he didn't want to admit that the guy who had wandered into the camp was his friend, but considering the common interests of the two of them, he pinched his nose and temporarily hypnotized himself and him. He was an acquaintance.

The maids were trained properly. In order to respect Linn's rights, they politely put away their guns and sent someone to deliver the message to the countess.

Obviously during this process, Sherlock had to be left as a guest in the camp.

After the great detective got up from the ground, he calmly took out his pipe, patted the grass clippings on his body, and first complained about Watson.

"I can't believe it. Even though I didn't see anything, Watson actually left me here to feed the mosquitoes for this stupid reason."

"Did you really not see anything?"

Linn looked at the revolver given by the female knight in his hand, and was considering how many bullets would be needed to kill the peeping voyeur.

"Oh my god, how can you doubt a gentleman? This is a gentleman's guarantee, Linn." Sherlock was heartbroken. He had already given up his reputation as a gentleman. Otherwise, killing him would be better than humiliating him. Torture him to be stronger.

"Since it's a gentleman's guarantee, I can get a suspended death sentence."

Linn half-joked and took Sherlock to another spacious place in the camp, the shooting range.

When Sherlock came here, his face turned bad.

You don’t really want to do target practice, do you?

"I can guess what you want to do by sneaking into the camp. My dear Mr. Sherlock, I am thinking about what appropriate punishment should be given to you. For example, strip naked and hang on a rack and walk around the camp. Circle, or let you admit your mistake loudly at the camp gate."

The young gentleman seemed to be in a good mood, and he had no intention of making excuses for Sherlock's sneaky behavior. Instead, he played Tai Chi with him unhurriedly.

Sherlock relaxed a lot when he saw this, and he was really angry with Watson now.

"So, before I make a decision, you'd better find a way to persuade me to be tolerant to you. Otherwise, I really want to see what it's like to see the great detective being paraded shirtless." Lin En issued a threat. , Sherlock is taking the intimidation roll.