The sin of wearing a crown

Sherlock laughed so hard that he almost lost his breath. He leaned forward and backward, unable to maintain any gentlemanly demeanor. He couldn't help but take out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from his laughter. It was the first time that Linn saw Sherlock's emotions so unrestrained. He couldn't control it at all. It wasn't until Watson glanced over coldly that he suppressed his smile.

Even so, Mr. Detective still squeaked from time to time, burying his head under his shoulders and shaking.

The little gentleman didn't know why Sherlock was smiling so happily.

But when Sherlock was laughing wantonly, he suddenly felt that this gentleman who regarded others as script characters and chess pieces was closer than ever before, just like an ordinary person, and he didn't have that natural feeling when he was around him. uneasiness. Linn was a little unsure whether it was a good thing to answer Sherlock like this.

But for the sake of this cheerful laughter.

At least it's not a bad thing.

Lin En was infected by the cheerful smile, and her eyebrows turned back and forth between Iceberg Watson and Weird Sherlock, feeling that the relationship between them was also deep and enviable. But while he was laughing, the young gentleman felt that there was no need to envy Sherlock. He was already happy enough.

But there is really no need to be envious.

Glancing at Watson's expressionless and cruel scene of cooking the demon body, Linn wisely swallowed back some of her questions. For example, Sherlock slept with such a violent and cruel iceberg female bodyguard. Aren't you afraid that she would subconsciously take out a dagger and stab her? Considering Watson's fists and daggers, Linn felt that Sherlock would really die if he asked this question. They would probably die soon, so he simply gave up.

"Thank you, Lynn..."

It took Sherlock a while to calm down his emotions. He was still wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief. Mr. Detective took a business-like attitude and looked towards the distance of the camp while thanking Linn.

"You're welcome, Sherlock."

‘I hope you can really understand what love is, even though it is a small probability event. ’

Linn also imitated Sherlock and looked into the distance. With the extraordinary eyesight of extraordinary people, they all saw a team holding torches heading towards the camp.

The hunting party is back.

The distant firelight was vaguely reflected in his blue eyes. Linn knew that the return of the hunting team meant that the other clone of the plastic demon should also come back. Sherlock took out the incense burner again and made a gesture of invitation to Linn, and Linn couldn't help but curled his lips.

At this time, Sherlock became insecure again.

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"I think this thing should no longer be used."

Standing among the crowd of onlookers, Sherlock was so speechless that he put away the [Ai Zhe Incense Burner] hanging in his hand.

"I feel so too……"

The expression on his face was obviously more exciting than that of the great detective. Lin En watched the scene happening outside Qiu Shou camp from a distance. It was as if he had reacquainted himself with the world and he didn't know what to say at this time.

It's actually not a big deal.

When the hunting team came back, they would beat gongs and drums and ask everyone to come out and watch the fun. Generally speaking, watching the excitement during autumn hunting is all about seeing the unlucky guy being bitten to death by prey, or catching something rare. The scene that neither Lin nor Sherlock had imagined was that they never dreamed that the Shaper's clone would be captured as prey, and the person who captured him happened to be Amiste.

The countess, who was dressed in a smart hunting attire, was galloping on her horse outside the camp.

Behind her mount was dragging a twisted monster that was tightly entangled in a beast net. Its body was covered in bruises and was showing various non-human organs and tissues. This clone was seriously injured, and the large and small wounds from the bullets could be clearly seen on the body. The Countess dragged the clone around the camp as if venting her anger, driving people's emotions up and couldn't help but The name of Earl Russell was shouted in unison.

The rose of the south is as heroic as her beauty, and is praised by all.

I have to say that the onlookers stepped on the spots and chanted slogans. It really looked like that. It was as if Amiste had really become the goddess who spread war and killing in the world. This goddess was riding on a tall horse. On the road, looking and looking forward can always make the atmosphere more lively.

The one who shouted the loudest was probably Mrs. Cynthia. This strong woman picked up a jug of wine from nowhere, easily put it on her shoulder, and used it as a big drum to cheer up her friend.

From the mouths of the returning hunting teams, Linn probably learned what happened on Amiste's side.

When this calm and lazy countess went hunting in the Black Forest with her hunting partners, she had little enthusiasm at first. She always let the gun-wielding maids do everything for her, including taking aim and shooting. Everyone could see that. Dear and beautiful Lord Amiste is thinking of someone, probably because of something we talked about this morning.

She is like a napping lioness, taking a boring stroll or stopping to rest.

Things didn't change until someone in the hunting party suddenly died.

The daring plastic demon thought that the wilderness might be a good opportunity to reshape his spirituality, so he took action on an unlucky guy. What is more mysterious is that it uses the image of Amiste. You can imagine how angry the Countess was when she narrowed her eyes when facing the accusation. Her narrowed phoenix eyes were like a dragon raising its eyelids. Just as scary.

Then she used her tough skills and the spirit of presiding over the Russell family to tell anyone who underestimated her that sitting under her peach butt was not only the motor waist of her little lover, but also the throne of the Russell family.

After suppressing the inappropriate emotions in the hunting team with a very tough attitude.

The countess was like a general controlling the battlefield. She first sent her all-powerful personal maid to survey the traces, and then boldly organized the few extraordinary people and gun-wielding maids in the hunting team, giving priority to He chose to slowly exit the forest and seduce the Shaper, a monster who was so courageous that he dared to use his own appearance to take the bait.

The unlucky sculptor had indeed taken the bait.

In other words, if a group of mortals behave badly, it will naturally arouse the hunter's excitement instinct for hunting, just like a wild dog will chase after someone who turns around and runs away.

Then the plastic demon was brought down alive by the exquisite cooperation and cover of the gun-wielding maids.

The gun-wielding maid who had been specially trained by the countess, under her special slogans, accomplished the fire suppression extremely skillfully, whether it was changing front lines or taking alternate cover. After falling into the trap, the plastic demon was sprayed with water bullets from all directions.

It was lucky that it wasn't killed directly.

Then his hands and feet were broken, and Amiste happily dragged him back on horseback as a trophy.