"Congratulations, Sherlock Detective, you have a powerful magical item so that you don't have to worry about your lack of attack power in the future." Lynn looked at Klein, who was familiar with the demon pistol, first smiled and congratulated, and then asked coldly:

"So is the name Sherlock Moriarty a pseudonym?"

Cough...... Crane, who was working on the Demon Pistol, almost choked on his own saliva, but thanks to the Joker's ability, Mr. Fool still said without changing his face: "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 Lynn's observation ability, and since the other party has said so, he definitely won't believe his quibbles.

"Tsk...... Even if you pass the level, I know that the members of these secret organizations are all mysterious. Lynn pursed her lips, as if she had completely forgotten her apparent identity, that she was a member of the Morse Ascetic, and that she was the founder of the Secret Eye.

Detective classmates, have you forgotten that you are also a member of the Morse Ascetic, how can you be qualified to say such things...... Klein couldn't help but complain in his heart, but he breathed a sigh of relief, and finally his eyes fell on the demon pistol in his hand, and he had a headache.

A story with yourself as the main character...... He hadn't written a book before, but Mr. Keeper said it was okay to compile it at will, or I would just move the ones I had read before, and change the main character, and I wouldn't publish it anyway...... Crane suddenly thought of something, and found that a certain detective was looking at him expectantly.

"Sherlock, as your friend, I have an obligation to be that audience when you need to tell a story!" Lin En said righteously.

Klein:......

You think I can't see it, you just want to see me for fun.

Why don't I sacrifice the Demon Pistol to the gray mist and take it down when I need it? No, what if you encounter an unexpected situation and the demon pistol doesn't work, let's tell it a story honestly every day...... All kinds of thoughts rose in Klein's heart, and they were overturned one by one.

Although it is one of the most annoying ways to have an active magical item, Crane currently only has Sequence 8 after all, and his control over the source treasure is not very deep, so he doesn't know that there is a skill called bargaining with magical items.

It's a shame, otherwise the demon pistol is estimated to be living a pitiful life like a little hunger.

"Alas......" Klein couldn't help but sigh, he finally glanced at Lynn next to him with an expectant expression, nodded heavily, and said, "Yes." ”

There's no way, there are really few people Klein knows who are more suitable to be this audience, Lynn counts as one, and poets barely count as one.

But Klein hadn't seen Leonard for days, but Crane wasn't ignorant of the whereabouts of his poet classmates.

When Klein returned to church because of the demon dog, he heard from His Excellency Crestai Cesima that the poet seemed to have taken on some bodyguard task because of the involvement of the demon dog, and ran to protect a nobleman.

- Of course, the church didn't know that the demon dog was Klein's handiwork, and Crestai Cesima only told Klein, who was in charge of it, because it involved a secret angel.

In Leonard's absence, only Lynn can be my audience...... Klein sighed in his heart again, and saw that a certain detective classmate suddenly took out a small notebook that he was familiar with.

If he's not mistaken, it seems to be the book Lynn used to draw.

Then Klein heard Lynn's eager voice:

"Can I illustrate your story if you don't mind?"

Klein:......

You're really just trying to see me have fun!

The corners of Klein's mouth twitched, looking at a certain Mr. Detective who was eager to try, and his face was full of the words "Even if you don't agree, I will draw", he couldn't help but hold his forehead and said, "You can draw if you want, but you can't pass it on." ”

Klein didn't want to compromise either, but he knew he couldn't stop a detective.

In this case, it is better to retreat as advance and make some restrictions on the condition of promise.

"No problem...... Lynn nodded without any hesitation, of course he would not pass these illustrations around, at most when Mr. Fool's divinity overwhelmed humanity in the future, as a tool to awaken Mr. Fool's humanity.

Ah, I've been a foresight and have gone to great lengths to keep Mr. Fool human...... Lynn sighed shamelessly in the bottom of his heart, and suddenly remembered his agreement with a certain big snake.

I don't know when Ulorius will send a surprise to Ah Meng, it stands to reason that with Xiaohong's hatred value, Ulorius shouldn't object to this kind of thing that can be persecuted, right?

Lynn thought uncertainly, and decided to go back and increase her efforts to paint several other paintings of the persecution of Amon that were already in place at this stage.

At the same time, somewhere in God's forsaken land.

"Orochi, why do you have time to come to me today?" The man in a black classical robe, a peaked hat of the same color, a monocle made of crystal, black curly hair, dark eyes, a wide forehead, and thin cheeks smiled and said, raising his hand and pinching his crystal monocle as he spoke.

This man was none other than Amun, the King of the Thieves and the True and Only Son of the Ancient Sun God, the Blasphemer of the Fifth Age.

And the person in front of Amun's eyes was Ulorius.

Although they are in the same God's forsaken land, the Angel of Time and the Angel of Destiny rarely meet, especially after Medici was stewed in a hot pot, and they are basically in a state of old age and death.

So Amon was really a little surprised that Ulorius suddenly came to visit him.

"I was commissioned by a man to give you a gift." Ulorius opened his mouth and said lightly, without any expression.

"Gifts?" Amun's gaze immediately fell on what looked like a painting that Ulorius was holding, because the side of the painting with content was completely covered by Ulorius, so Amon couldn't see what the content of the painting was.

But for some reason, Amon suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Yes, gifts." Ulorius nodded, then handed the painting to Amon.

The latter took it suspiciously, and after seeing the contents of the painting clearly, Amon's expression froze.

The pain gained one after another during this time, the memories came flooding up almost instantly, whether it was the pain of being bombed, or the black history of being sealed as a child and then being pulled in the face by someone, all of which made Amon have the urge to destroy the painting in front of him for a moment.