The sin of wearing a crown

Linn left the Countess' tent in a hurry. The words of the Countess just now were still echoing in his head, and his heart couldn't help but speed up a little. If the verification he talked about with Sherlock this morning was just a vague general direction, then now he has a clear goal.

He subconsciously took out his watch, and the time on it made him frown secretly.

The young gentleman quickly stopped a maid who was suspected of being a paid fisherman in the camp. He did not accuse this kind of exploitative behavior of the owner, but asked succinctly.

"Where's Merdis?"

"She has gone to the town to do some shopping."

Every day at noon, the head maid would go to the town to collect supplies. If she saw what was missing, she would list and inventory it in advance, so Linn's idea of ​​hitchhiking came to nothing. Without a ride, he could only ride a horse. At this time, Linn missed the second-hand eDonkey he had before traveling. Although the dashboard had cracks, it could compete with a motorcycle when driven. He even doubted that his second-hand electric donkey was very fast. eMule, has it been modified?

After you have experienced riding a high-speed train, the scenery on both sides is blurry and backwards, or speeding on the highway, or the speed of a motorcycle that can make your heart beat out, you will most likely break your neck when riding a horse, rather than directly At such a speed that the flesh and blood were reduced to a pulp, the horse's speed might average 60 miles.

Unlike the war horses in movies that sprint with all their strength, in real life, the horse only needs to run at full speed for about ten minutes before the body begins to be unable to bear it and must slow down and cool down.

After all, forcing carbon-based life forms to compete with steel-based creations for power output actually makes it necessary to go to the hospital for psychiatric treatment.

Lynn rode away from the camp.

There was a person standing in the shadows high up watching Linn leave. He looked like an elf ranger riding a galloping horse in an epic legend.

Maybe the potion Linn chose originally was [Ranger] and it might be more suitable for him.

"Lynn left."

Like a magic trick, Watson's deserted figure suddenly appeared in the shadow of the trees behind Sherlock, as if she had always been there, but without attracting visual attention. This iceberg lady is always able to erase her presence very well. In today's world where potential assassins and extraordinary people are rapidly declining, Watson's presence is almost as rare as that of an ancient knight.

"Then let's wait for news from him, good or bad."

Sherlock was leaning against the tree and smoking leisurely, without any embarrassment at all in the morning when a group of maids pointed a gun at his head and blasted him out of the camp. He was still the wise and exploitative detective.

Hearing Sherlock's words, Watson paused obviously.

"I thought you wouldn't allow your persistent prey to be touched by others."

"My dear Watson, I have long passed the age of 16. I will not be like a stubborn person who can't control his emotions and narrow down the prey." Sherlock smoked rich tobacco and lowered the brim of his hat. He silently showed a strange smile.

He still had something to say, which was that Lin En was much more interesting than the plastic demon.

"Is the trap set?"

"Yeah, but I don't quite understand why you asked me to set up traps in the forest besides the camp. According to the ability of the plastic demon, it should be quietly staying in the camp waiting to be taken away." Watson was a little confused. Puzzled, she knew the information about the Shaper, and Sherlock also knew it better than she did.

And Sherlock has never been a person who does useless work.

After exhaling a puff of smoke, Sherlock, whose eyes were particularly sharp in the light blue smoke, was like an outside observer, quietly and indifferently arranging everything, and observing the direction of things.

"The way to change lies in one mind."

"What weird words are you talking about? Is this Albion?" Watson's words completely ruined the mysterious atmosphere that Sherlock had mobilized. She habitually took out a dagger to trim her nails.

"Well, what I mean is that the transformation of the plastic demon is far from the real change. As long as I count one step ahead of it, it will fall into a trap on its own."

"Can such a long sentence be compressed into such a short one?"

Sherlock was rendered speechless for a moment by his good partner. He could only close his mouth in depression. However, Sherlock always felt that the scene that was about to happen had a sense of déjà vu. How should I put it, the tension of the drama and the sudden turn, these are the elements of the best script.

Sometimes, as an audience, we can see more clearly how desperate the puppets trapped in the script are.

He felt that the plastic demon was now the puppet who was still secretly happy.

The turning point is so wonderful...

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The horse under Lin En was in trouble today. Because it didn't run fast enough, it received a lot of whips. The gap in life levels made the animal resist. It could only run hard and pray for the two horses on its back. Foot beasts can give themselves a little more comfort and blessing.

The goal is clear, Ocean House.

The dusty Linn still had the aura of running around. When he arrived at the Ocean House, he pushed open the door and entered.

"Where's Atali?"

Linn grabbed the first maid he saw.

The elder sister lifted her skirt subconsciously and then answered.

"Miss Aitali is in the astrology room, do you need me to inform her?" Strictly speaking, Aitali is a guest, so Mr. Linn, who has the same status as the master, can naturally summon her.

"No, I'll go there myself... By the way, help me take care of the horse outside the door. I'll need it later." As Lin ran up the stairs, he did not forget to tell the maid to do the next thing. .

The maid sister couldn't help but scratch her head, as if Mr. Lin En was particularly anxious today?

When Lin found Aitali in the astrology room who was reading the elf epic every day, she was completing further polishing and annotation after the translation. Looking at Linn who looked a little hurried, Aitali couldn't help but frowned in confusion.

"Lynn? What's wrong with you? Is there a bear chasing you behind you?"

"I'd rather be a bear."

Linn subconsciously complained and then continued.

"Don't worry about it for now, Aitali, do you know where the two paintings of Me and Amiste are?" Linn realized that he had made a mistake as soon as he opened his mouth, and quickly patched it up before Aitali spoke. "I heard from the maid that you seemed to have taken those two paintings. I want to verify something."

"You just happened to be back. I originally wanted to send someone over to tell you, but there's no need."

Aitali closed the parchment in her hand. She stared at Linn seriously and spoke word by word.

"There's something wrong with those two paintings."

Still owe 28 chapters~~