Chapter 145 The Terrible Person

"It's a pity that you can deal with that arrogant genius after breaking her wheelchair. Should I say that the tolerance between you geniuses is always much greater than that of others? If it were me, I would probably be forced to be a serf by Miss Atali now."

Mr. Bill, who had repaired the wheelchair at Lin's request, did not hide his joke.

Geniuses should always appreciate each other.

At least Bill thought so. In the eyes of others, the reason why Lin and Atali can chat well is largely because of his talent, which can keep up with the knowledge of the wheelchair girl, so that she can treat him with respect.

Of course, as long as he is not a complete lunatic, Lin can have a good chat with the other party with his excellent social skills.

"Mr. Bill, you have been promoted to Sequence 8 [Manufacturer]. Miss Atali still respects you very much." Lin recalled the sarcasm between the two when they met just now, and he couldn't help laughing from the bottom of his heart. These two people are really hopelessly incompatible.

"That's right, from facing me with his nose to lowering his head two degrees of respect." Although Bill's words were exaggerated, it was still possible to see Atali's ruthlessness.

Having said that...

Lin En still saw the dexterity of the [Manufacturer]'s hands. He actually repaired the broken wheelchair with his bare hands. The whole process was smooth and flowing, just like a magic trick. With a snap, he was able to accurately place various scattered parts in the suspended space.

In the end, the parts bit each other and took shape in a very magical way.

That process.

The little gentleman put all of them into the memory palace, but he clearly understood that his hands could not replicate the process. Perhaps with the blessing of the [Nourisher], he could temporarily use dexterity to make up for the perception, but he still couldn't keep up with the amazing accuracy.

Bill's basic ability, vibration detection, was greatly enhanced.

"Anyway, congratulations on your advancement to Sequence 8."

"Haha, I'm very happy with your blessing. Little gentleman, please speed up too." Mr. Squinting Eyes was in high spirits, and it was obvious that his condition was as good as it could be.

'Speed ​​up? 'Lin En's smile couldn't help but show a hint of thought. If it was just a simple potion digestion, there is no doubt that he had eaten everything in the potion, stripping it of its skin and bones.

When the potion was completely digested, the fullness of [Flower Maker] and [Nourisher] reminded Lin En of the limit of Sequence 9.

The Black Holy Grail helped Lin En digest all the pollution.

On the third day after swallowing the potion, he had already completed the digestion at a speed that surpassed everyone else. This made Lin En cautious and began to consider when he would find another opportunity to gain some merit and smoothly transition to Sequence 8. According to the information Lin En had read himself, it was not uncommon for lower-level sequences to be promoted faster and would not attract attention.

Lin En sighed in his heart, this was a more troublesome thing in the system.

Unable to be promoted quickly.

Not only are there people watching you, but there are also people who are curious about you. Of course, everyone has their own little secrets. To put it another way, if your little secrets are not seen through by others, use them when you should.

"Just moved into a new home, I want to plant some flowers recently, do you have any..."

Bill and I were walking leisurely towards the office, and suddenly a figure appeared in front of us without warning, causing both of us to stop subconsciously.

Sherlock Holmes.

This man has black hair, slightly curled bangs on both sides, a fashionable ponytail hanging behind his head, and three-dimensional facial features that are in line with the perception of handsome men in this era. It is worth noting his eyes. Looking at them suddenly, it is like facing the bottomless sea, and the flow of thoughts in between is complicated and unpredictable.

He was holding a pipe, and his purpose was obviously here.

"Mr. Sherlock?" Bill was a little puzzled. This guest from the [Weaving Destiny Bureau] should be talking about work with the minister and the team leader, why did he come here.

"Hey, hello, gentlemen."

Sherlock was dressed in a simple formal suit, and he raised his hand to greet them casually.

"I came here to talk to Mr. Moriarty about some personal matters." Sherlock, who approached, had almost no airs and an approachable attitude.

‘Come and talk to me?’

As if seeing the doubts under Lin En’s calmness, Sherlock’s smile was meaningful.

“Yes, I have already told your minister. It is a private conversation that complies with the procedures between departments but will not be recorded.”

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When Lin En saw this man for the first time, he had a strange feeling. This feeling came from the bottom of his heart and could not be ignored.

The name of this feeling is threat.

Although Sherlock Holmes concealed it very well and was gentle and polite, it was just his acting. Under that cracked gentleness, there was arrogance that looked down on and scrutinized, a kind of alienation that did not take the people around him into heart. The reason why he could see through this man’s disguise was that Lin En was also so annoying for a short time, and regarded other people as dispensable.

Or Lin En almost became that kind of person, smart and cold-blooded, with weak ideas, and could do anything to achieve his goals.

It was Sophia, Bill, Ye Funi and others who used their sincerity to pull Lin En back to the edge of the normal world.

so.

Lynn Moriarty really wanted to stay away from this Mr. Sherlock. Being with this kind of person, he really didn't feel safe at all and felt that he would be abandoned at any time.

In the lounge, steaming black tea was brewed by water jets.

Sherlock craned his neck to sniff at Lynn's poor brewing skills, and complimented him without telling the truth.

"The black tea brewed by Mr. Moriarty is so fragrant. I have only drank such fragrant black tea at Ananta. I still remember that when I was drinking tea with a few friends, we were all sighing that if there was enough sugar, Just add it in. Personally, I like six sugars in a cup of tea.”

"It's because the tea in the bureau is good. You praise it so much."

Sherlock suddenly looked at Linn intently.

Is there something wrong?

Lin En thought subconsciously, Ananta is a tea-producing place in the Far South Continent, so there is no problem with this. Why is this Mr. Detective staring at him like this?

"Haha, Mr. Moriarty is really interesting." Sherlock, who held up the tea cup, retracted his somewhat rude look, sighed with no meaning, and then continued. "I'd better call you Mr. Lynn. In fact, I was also present on the day of the peace meeting. Unfortunately, for some reason, I couldn't have a good talk with you, the knight who protects the goddess of peace."

Sherlock took a sip of black tea and put it down.

Then he crossed his legs and formed a tower with his hands. His eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if he could tear apart Lin En's disguise.

"Can you tell me how you saw the [line]?"