"Congratulations, Detective Sherlock. You have a powerful magical item, so you don't have to worry about your lack of attack power in the future." Linn looked at Klein who was getting familiar with the demon pistol, and first smiled and congratulated him.
one sentence, and then asked abruptly:
"So the name Sherlock Moriarty is a pseudonym?"
Cough... Klein, who was studying the demon pistol, almost choked on his own saliva. However, thanks to his clown ability, Mr. Fool still said without changing his expression: "The name is just a code name. Whether my name is Sherlock or Crosha,
It doesn't affect our friendship, does it?"
It's not that Klein doesn't want to quibble, but he knows Linn's observation ability. Since the other party has said so, he will definitely not believe his quibbles.
"Tsk... Even if you pass the test, I know that members of the secret organization like you are all mysterious." Lin En curled his lips, as if he had completely forgotten his apparent identity, and he was also a member of the Moss Ascetic Order.
members, even forgetting that he is also the founder of the Secret Eye.
Detective classmate, have you forgotten that you are also a member of the Moss Ascetic Order? How can you say such things... Klein couldn't help complaining in his heart, but he breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, his eyes fell on
The demon pistol in my hand was on, and I had a headache.
A story with himself as the protagonist... He has never written a book before, but Mr. Secret Keeper said that he can compile it casually. How about I just copy the novels I have read before and change the protagonist?
Not publishing it anyway... Klein suddenly thought of something, and found a certain detective looking at him expectantly.
"Detective Sherlock, as your friend, I have the obligation to be the audience when you need to tell a story!" Lin En said righteously.
Klein:……
You think I can't see it, you just want to watch me have fun.
How about I simply sacrifice the Demon Pistol to the gray mist and take it off when needed? No, what if something unexpected happens and the Demon Pistol doesn't work? I'd better tell it honestly every day.
Let's tell the story... Various thoughts arose in Klein's heart, but they were overturned one by one.
Although being one of the most annoying ways to acquire active magical items, Klein is currently only at Sequence 8, and his control over Origin Treasures is not very deep, so he still doesn’t know that there is a skill called bargaining with magical items.
Fortunately, this is the case, otherwise the Demon Pistol would probably have to live a pitiful life like a little hungry boy.
"Alas..." Klein couldn't help but sigh. He took one last look at Linn, who looked expectant next to him, nodded heavily, and said, "Okay."
There is no way, there are really few people that Klein knows who are suitable to be this audience, Lin En is one of them, and the poet classmate can barely be counted as one.
But Klein hadn't seen Leonard for several days, but Klein didn't know the whereabouts of his fellow poet.
When Klein returned to the church because of the devil dog incident, he heard from His Excellency Crestel Sesima that the poet classmate seemed to have taken on some bodyguard-type mission because of the devil dog's involvement, and ran to protect a noble.
.
——Of course, the church did not know that the Devil Dog was the work of Klein. Crestel Sesima only informed the person in charge of this matter because it involved a certain Angel of Secrets.
Aspects of Klein.
Leonard is not here, so only Lynn can be my audience... Klein sighed in his heart again, and saw a certain detective classmate suddenly take out a familiar small notebook.
If he remembered correctly, it seemed to be the notebook Linn used to draw.
Then Klein heard Linn’s eager voice:
"If you don't mind, could I illustrate your story?"
Klein:……
You really just want to watch my fun!
The corner of Klein's mouth twitched. Looking at a Mr. Detective who was eager to try, with the words "I will draw even if you don't agree" written all over his face, he couldn't help but hold his forehead and said: "You can draw if you want, but
It cannot be spread."
Klein didn't want to compromise, but he knew he couldn't stop a certain detective.
In this case, it is better to use retreat as advance and impose some restrictions on acceptance.
"No problem..." Linn nodded without any hesitation. Of course, he would not spread these illustrations. At most, he would use them as a tool to awaken Mr. Fool's humanity when his divinity overwhelms his humanity.
Ah, I am really foresighted, and I have put a lot of effort into keeping Mr. Fool's humanity... Lin En sighed shamelessly in his heart, and suddenly remembered his agreement with a certain big snake.
I don’t know when Ourolius will give Ameng a surprise. Logically speaking, with Xiaohong’s hatred, Ourowelius shouldn’t object to something that can be persecuted, right?
Lin En was thinking uncertainly, and decided to turn around and increase his efforts to draw several other paintings of persecuting Amon that he already had at this stage.
At the same time, somewhere in the land abandoned by God.
"Orochi, why are you free to come to my place today?" A man wearing a black classical robe, a pointed soft hat of the same color, a crystal monocle on his face, black curly hair, black eyes, a wide forehead, and thin cheeks
He said with a smile, and while speaking, he raised his hand and pinched his crystal monocle.
This person is none other than the King of Thieves Angels, the true only son of the ancient Sun God, and the blasphemer Amon from the fifth era.
And the person in front of Amon was surprisingly Ourolyus.
Although they are in the same land abandoned by God, the Angel of Time and the Angel of Destiny rarely meet each other, especially after Medici was stewed in hot pot, and they basically stayed away from each other until death.
So Amon was really a little surprised when Ouro Leus suddenly came to visit him.
"I was entrusted by a person to give you a gift." Ourolius said calmly, without any expression.
"Gift?" Amon's eyes immediately fell on what looked like a painting held by Ourolius. Because the content side of the painting was completely covered by Ourolius, Amon could not clearly see the content of the painting.
What is.
But for some reason, Amon suddenly had a bad premonition.
"Yes, a gift." Ourolius nodded, and then handed the painting to Amon.
The latter took it doubtfully. After seeing clearly the content on the painting, Amon's expression froze.
The pain and memories that he had experienced during this period came up almost instantly. Whether it was the pain of being bombed, or the dark history of being turned into a child by the sealed power, and then having his face grabbed by someone, Amon was shocked.
For a moment, I had the urge to destroy the painting in front of me.