The sin of wearing a crown

Worden was dragged away. His eyes were not like those of a prisoner, but rather like those of a forgiven believer. Facing this guy's eyes, Linn felt a chill in his heart. He felt that he had been severely tainted. The dislike level of this enthusiastic artist in the little gentleman's heart has successfully surpassed that of Shylock.

If Sherlock learns of this, he will definitely protest. This fanatical lunatic is no better than him.

Before leaving, Linn casually called out to the fat Sheriff.

With a vague premonition of something happening, he thought that by bringing a relatively important person back to the camp, at least he would be able to talk less when something really happened.

But considering the weight of this chubby gentleman...

Linn felt that it might be difficult for the whole town to find a horse to carry his weight, and it was unlikely that he would go there in a donkey cart, so he would have to use his short legs to keep up with him. Lin En kept spinning without stopping. Before setting off, Lin En seemed to have thought of something. He had a few subtle words with Mr. Xinchazan, who had gained friendship.

"Mr. Xinchazan, you seemed to have warned me at that time that there might be something wrong with the painting?"

The young gentleman who remembered it very clearly but deliberately made a mistake asked casually.

"Oh, Mr. Linn, I just vaguely felt that those two masterpieces had the potential to have souls, and maybe they could bring you some good luck or help. If I had known that those two paintings would bring you trouble. , for the sake of this hard-won friendship, I will definitely remind you in advance.”

Xin Chazan immediately understood the meaning of Lin En's uncertain inquiry, and quickly answered him sincerely and seriously. His sincere expression was almost like swearing.

Lin En actually just asked casually.

It's like knowing where someone is hiding, and trying your luck with a shot. If you are lucky, the young gentleman will be able to leave an extremely deep impression on the other person. In the observation of micro-expressions, Xin Chazan showed no signs of lying. Unless he could control every fine muscle on the face, as well as the changes in pupils and the frequency of breathing, Lin En would not make mistakes in his observations.

A human lie detector with a memory palace, the ability to slow down the flow of time in the brain several times, and an extraordinary reaction speed. It is still evolving, and fewer and fewer people can lie in front of Linn.

Even if logically speaking, Xinchazan, the chief of the Mesolon region, really needs Lin En's friendship in exchange for some conveniences for his motherland, how could he deliberately hide this matter until now? His help is still called It's better to provide help in times of need.

Lynn said goodbye politely and diplomatically.

The possible identity of the Countess has really made her suspicions worse. Now everyone thinks there is something wrong with the other. And the terrible thing is, with Lin En's ability, if he wants to poach someone, how can there be perfect people in this world? So he could only force his brain not to think too wildly, to do things that were a waste of time.

Soon, such a scene appeared on the road leading to the hunting camp.

Lin En led the horse and walked forward with a vigorous pace, while the fat Sheriff, who did not exercise much, could only try his best to drag his usually pampered fat to keep up with the young master in front.

He was soon sweating profusely, and he couldn't help but murmur in his heart, this elf-like young master has really good physical strength, no wonder all the noble ladies are talking about him. If he had his looks, no, he didn't need looks, he just needed to have the same physical strength, he could sleep with the pretty widow he longed for in a small town.

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What Linn didn't expect was that he was stopped halfway by a carriage coming from the town. On the trail, the carriage felt like it was burning tires during a drag race, which made Linn couldn't help but respect the driver of the carriage. This can be regarded as an incredible combination of man, carriage and horse.

The fat Sheriff was panting. Seeing how powerful the carriage was, he hurriedly moved away for a few minutes.

Sitting in the carriage was a familiar maid from the earl's family.

Lynn's first thought was that after he built a motorcycle, he could hire this maid to play a guest role as a motorcycle girl. With her ability, she would definitely attract countless adrenaline-filled men to quickly fall in love with motorcycles and racing. Then, Linn's second thought was, was Atali sitting in the carriage?

Lynn's second thought was quickly confirmed.

Aitali pushed up her eyes and looked pale, looking like she was tortured by the bumpy carriage racing. She looked like she was about to vomit, but she still managed to hold on.

"Just now, I got the telegram from home..."

Taking a deep breath, Aitali, who was leaning on the car door frame, didn't talk nonsense.

Lin En couldn't help but subconsciously hold her hand. At this time, her palms were sweating and slightly cold. Under the comfort of [Lake Elf], [Astrologer] couldn't help but look much better.

"...The plastic demon can escape every time because it has turned into a chaotic spirit body through spiritual rubbings again and again. If the will of most individuals dies, a small number of individuals will replace the main body. Become a new individual." This was a very likely guess that Aitali had selected from the huge records library of the Sifen family. She vaguely felt that Lin En might take action, so she rushed in a hurry. come over.

"you mean?"

Lin En couldn't digest it all for a while, so he continued to ask Atali.

"If you encounter a plastic demon, the best way is to seriously injure it but don't kill it. Give priority to controlling it, and then wait for the small part of its scattered individual spirits to dissipate."

Aitali said concisely and clearly, and it was obvious that she had thought deeply about it on the way.

"Thanks."

Lin En immediately nodded and grabbed her catkins and scratched her palms quietly. While grateful, he expressed his affection and love affectionately. He came over from Aitali's carriage to inform him of the important news, and he understood what she was thinking. How much you care about this matter.

The young gentleman has already speculated that there are two individuals in the camp, one for Amiste and one for himself, and these two may have become stronger after killing one person each. However, no matter how strong the plastic demon is, it cannot be stronger than bullets. The main reason is that the period from when it lurks to when it is exposed is more difficult.

Atali was expressionless at Linn's little move. She couldn't tell whether she liked it or disliked it. She just urged him to go over quickly and solve the problem.

The lady in the wheelchair watched Lin En go away on the trail. She was gloating with some red ears. The main reason was that Lin En was so unlucky. Even when he went hunting with women, he would encounter bad things. It was like a luminous person. Like a magnet, any troublesome things will be attracted to you.

After gloating about his misfortune, the rational heterochromatic pupil fell into thinking. As an extraordinary person, having this kind of luck is both a crisis and a blessing. Maybe Lin En was blessed by the [Mouth of Sutures], because Bad luck is also special luck from a certain perspective.

Of course, Aitali also has a little hidden pleasure.

That means the couple painting of Lynn and Amiste is completely scrapped~~