The sin of wearing a crown

For Linn, the happiest thing last night was the second transaction he completed with the kind lady.

Long-term investing is important.

As far as Lin En knew, the blessing methods used by the kind-hearted lady had obviously surpassed those of the [Lamp Holder] branch director. Of course, it is possible that Linn misjudged, but the probability of that situation is very small.

In short, with a good start and a little bit of friendship, Lin En would not be so short-sighted as to directly consume the friendship between them and ask for something. Of course it is best to be able to deal fairly. Even if you can't, don't do anything that damages the friendship. After careful analysis, Linn used the peace meeting as a bargaining chip to win the other party's attention.

The transaction went smoothly, and she made it clear that both parties were doing the transaction in their private capacities, which actually showed that she valued Lynn herself.

before leaving the astral realm.

The kind lady bluntly told Linn that she owed him a favor for this time.

When the actual identities of both parties are closer to each other, saying this is tantamount to saying, I will definitely compensate you well if I have the opportunity.

Lynn, of course, readily accepted.

However, he didn't take this too seriously. Facts have proved that gratitude can easily deteriorate if it is not bound by common interests. If you expect too much from others' gratitude, you will lose the true meaning of long-term investment.

Waking up from a chaotic dream, his eyelids trembled slightly.

The warm sunshine in the early morning bathed the beautiful boy's sleepy face, and he lazily supported his body, feeling a little hungover. Lin En remembered that he had a day off today. For a social worker, nothing is more exciting than rest days and holidays.

Lin En felt sad when she thought about the time before the time travel.

At that time, he was really working until he was numb. Later, he no longer knew what he wanted. Did he sleep for half a year? 10 tons of energy drinks? Or is it a beastly thing to do in bed?

"I'm alive."

Standing in front of the mirror, after washing her face, Lynn Moriarty looked in the mirror full of energy, with a healthy blush on her fair face. His emerald green eyes were shining with hope, and he could feel his heart beating powerfully in his chest while he breathed. It's so ironic that my past self didn't feel so real and alive at all.

Only at this moment, life is so fulfilling.

What does Lynn's day off look like?

Of course it's to clear your mind.

Over the past week, a lot of information has been stored in my brain. Under the condition of hypermemory, remembering every detail extremely clearly is of course a burden that only Lin can understand.

Especially those very impactful scenes, the emotions at that moment would gradually become numb to ordinary people and forgotten, but Lynn would not. For him, one of the side effects of supermemory is that the whole person becomes emotional. If you cannot deal with your accumulated emotions well, it is likely to have a serious impact on your mental health.

At least, Lynn had no intention of turning into a sociopathic lunatic.

Went downstairs and came back.

A cup of hot tea, a plate of sandwiches and boiled eggs. The simple breakfast on the table was a bit shabby, but in Linn's eyes, food with a morning filter was extraordinarily beautiful and could heal people's hearts with the purest beauty.

"I live, first for myself, and then for more people."

Carefully picking up the hot tea, the picture that emerged in Lin's mind was of hungry children dying under sticks, the picture that emerged was the lifeless faces in the lower city, the picture that emerged was the curious scene of the Skeleton Angel, the picture that emerged It was the pervert's contemptuous smile that he had locked onto.

With a cup of hot tea in my stomach, all those hateful and negative images gradually subsided in the warm warmth rising in my stomach. Lynn, who is sitting upright, has a gorgeous posture, and with his eyes downcast, he looks like some of the painted portraits in the church. In addition to savoring the sweetness on the tip of the tongue, he also savored the pictures more rationally. The mature and kind-hearted boy was adjusting himself.

In the small living room, the picture illuminated by the morning light is extremely beautiful.

It is as if he is the top painter, using the richest inspiration and the most expensive paints to create it. Lin En, bathed in the morning light, showed no joy or sorrow on her face but revealed extremely strong emotions.

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"Dear madam, your face is deeply ingrained in my heart, as if..."

Hiss! !

Lin angrily tore up this disgusting love letter, and Linn scratched his head in annoyance. He was now involved in one of life's greatest difficulties, writing love letters.

It's not that Linn can't write, it's just that nothing feels right no matter how he writes.

If it were a little girl who was new to the world, Lin En was confident that his sweet words could easily coax the girl into confusion. But if the target is a shrewd and beautiful mature woman like the countess, she may receive more love letters than she has eaten.

How should he write this love letter so that the count could know that he did not despise her, let alone forget the transaction between them?

There is no doubt that Amis is extremely beautiful, famous and owns a mansion.

She is a woman who has seen everything prosperous.

What kind of love letter can touch her heart? Lin En was thinking hard, but he also felt that the effect of thinking in such a scheming way might be worse. So far, Lord Amiste has been very good to me, and Linn cherishes such an ambiguous and sweet relationship.

Distraught, Lin simply came to the window and looked down at the morning scene of Squirrel Street.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

A sudden knock on the door made Linn startled. He turned his head and shouted outside, already guessing who would come over early in the morning.

"Please come in."

"I thought you were going to say, welcome back, sweetheart." Sophia couldn't help complaining as she pushed the door open.

"What?" Linn was stunned.

"Uh-huh, yesterday you hugged my sister and didn't let go. You kept calling me "sweetheart". Little bastard, do you know that you tore off my bra? Hiss... you don't know how to be gentle, it seems like it's all blue. Yes." The carefree Sophia rubbed her plump body, showing her strong side.

Linn's head was a little shut down.

Are you so scary? Last night, when I was drunk, I caught Sophia and did such a bold thing. What surprised Linn even more was that Sophia didn't blow her head off.

"I, I'm drunk..."

"Yes, yes, you are drunk, otherwise you wouldn't be so obedient when I change your clothes." After yesterday, Sophia seemed to have something else mixed in her closeness to Lin En, and glared resentfully. He glanced at Linn.

In Lin En's embarrassment, the eldest sister quickly glanced at the torn and written love letter on the table.

"What's that? A love letter?"

Sophia's tone suddenly became teasing and cheerful. This was the first time in her life that she saw her brother writing a love letter.

"Oh my God, Lynn, why did you tear it up when you wrote it so well? If you don't know how to write it, why don't you ask me to teach you?"

"you?"

Subconsciously ignoring many unimportant things, Linn looked at his eldest sister with suspicion. He felt that it was more appropriate for her to hold an ax in her hand than a pen.