How did this guy shave his beard? How do you go out and meet people tomorrow?

- Angel's first reaction was this.

When her brain truly understood the meaning of the appearance of the person in front of her, she subconsciously took two steps forward, blinked her somewhat sour eyes, and pursed her lips to carefully observe Klein's face.

"It feels weird to have no beard......" After a moment, Angel suppressed the joy in her heart and commented with a frown, "You are a 'Faceling' now?" ”

"I was promoted at noon."

Klein spoke, in a strange tone, first flamboyant, then suppressed, as if the voices of several different people were connected together, and the flesh and skin on his face squirmed as if dissolved, undergoing subtle changes, his cheeks were slightly bulging, his chin drooped slightly, and small thorns quickly grew around his mouth, which soon formed a thick circle of beard.

In less than a second or two, Klein was back to Sherlock Moriarty, and compared to the night watchman a few months ago, Beckland's private investigator was nutrition-conscious, but lacked regular exercise, and inevitably gained some weight.

"What about the body? Can you only change your face? ”

He had also used the extraordinary properties of the "Facelings" for disguise, so he was not surprised by such a change, but Angel was a little curious: could the real Sequence 6 "Facelings" only go so far?

Hearing her question, Sherlock smiled even more, he took two steps back, took off his top hat and bent down on the couch, and when his lowered head was raised again, he had already changed into a different look.

Delicate and fair skin, perfectly proportioned facial features, slightly pointed chin, thin lips tightly pursed, and purple eyes with a hint of curiosity.

If it weren't for the fact that her pale blonde hair was still extended, Angel would almost have thought she was looking in the mirror and looking at her other self.

He can even imitate his demeanor...... It's a pity that the height is still a little different.

As soon as the thought came to him, Angel heard the crunch of bones and ligaments stretching, and Sherlock Angel's height arched slightly upwards to make up for the missing few centimeters.

At the same time, his figure has also changed accordingly, the chest of the shirt under the tuxedo is bulging, the waist is loose, and the hips have also changed some shape.

"That's the limit, you can't change your body shape too much, and you can't actually change your gender......"

After explaining in Angel's voice, Sherlock took a few seconds to transform back into himself—Beckland's self.

Looking at the shirt that was a little loose because of the two body shape changes, Angel was about to laugh, and suddenly reacted:

"Didn't your tuxedo and shirt be transformed by the illusion of a 'magician'?"

"Of course it's specially prepared, so that there's, um, a sense of ceremony?"

Straightening his wrinkled clothes and shaking the placket of his tuxedo, Sherlock replied with a smile.

He had paid 10 pounds for the costume, which was slightly more expensive than the one in Tingen, but he was extremely pleased with the results.

But before the deliberate handsome posture lasted for a second, Sherlock was dragged by Angel's hand to the guest room next to him.

"Wait, wait......"

Guessing what was going to happen, but he was completely unprepared, he was a little panicked, and subconsciously shouted twice, but there was a sense of surprise in his heart.

How do you feel that the characters are a little reversed!

But looking at Angel, who took off the "Ring of Madness" and turned back into pale blonde long hair, he finally shut his mouth.

"Change back."

Pressing Sherlock to the bed and sitting down, Angel commanded with a vicious appearance.

"What...... Ok ......"

After a moment of stunnedness, Sherlock quickly used the Faceling's abilities to transform back into his beardless self, and just as he was about to continue speaking, he was pushed backwards with a strong force, and fell directly onto the bed that he had become so familiar with these days.

How is it the same as the first time......

The thought popped up irrepressibly in his head.

Then, soft lips covered his mouth, and his slick but comfortably warm arms wrapped around his neck.

For a long time, the lips parted.

"Welcome back, (Klein)."

A whisper as thin as a gossamer sounded in his ears, as if he was worried about someone hearing him, and his final name was expressed only by the movement of his lips, and no sound came out.

But the almost inaudible call brought him back to his senses from his surprise and was ready for the next "battle".

The complacency of the newly promoted Faceling, as well as the unexpected initiative of the other party, gave Crane inexplicable confidence, he suddenly wrapped his arms around Angel's slender waist, rolled and switched places, looked at her tearful eyes and the corners of her mouth with a smile, sniffed the faint body fragrance on her body, and slowly approached her body.

During this time, Angel had crazy behaviors caused by the desires accumulated in her body, and there were twists that were forcibly disguised by "playing", but only today, she completely and actively showed the extreme temptation of the "Witch of Pleasure".

Klein knew that this was her response to a "reunion" with herself.

So today, he's going to be on it!

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Fearing that Crane had just been promoted to Sequence 6 and that his spirituality was not stable enough, Angel did not continue after releasing his full joy. And when she finished washing, changed into the home dress that she had put here a long time ago, and walked out of the bathroom, the joy of "seeing" Klein again gradually faded.

Sherlock, who had also changed into a shirt and vest after the shower, wore the gold-rimmed glasses and regrew his bushy beard, sitting at the coffee table by the convex belly window and pouring his coffee, leaving the best seat for Angel.

Seeing this, Angel sat on the single sofa with a smile on his face, took a sip of coffee, and then frowned.

"You called me over, wouldn't that be the case?"

After Sherlock had taken a sip of coffee, Angel asked why they had met today.

"Ahem, you didn't give me a chance to speak...... "The radiant detective replied with a dry cough, but quickly returned to his senses under Angel's sharp gaze, "The most important thing is, of course, my promotion, the newly acquired abilities have been shown to you before, and in addition, the extraordinary abilities that originally belonged to the 'magician' have been improved." ”

"So, the main improvement is the ability of the term 'Faceling' itself?"

Angel asked curiously, her Sequence 6 didn't give her more than that, but in terms of practicality, the Faceling did outperform most of the extraordinary abilities she had ever seen, and the "magician" was able to change clothes through illusions, which was many times more convenient than the "Ring of Madness".

"Yes, divination, clowns, magicians, and now I can change my face, I feel like I'm a whole circus ...... by myself"

Sherlock smiled a little helplessly, and asked instead:

"What about you? Joy...... I mean, how's the progress? ”

As soon as I got out of bed, I talked about this, and it always felt a little weird, like there was a factor of interest mixed between feelings...... Angel sneered.

But she can distinguish between priorities, and the top priority at the moment is to digest the potion as soon as possible and improve her control of extraordinary abilities, so she did not twist, but nodded directly and replied:

"After a few days of playing, I feel that I am only a summary of the main points of the play when I have completely digested the potion, and I asked another Witch of Pleasure that this progress is far beyond normal, and she thinks that the higher the sequence of the subject, the better the feedback will be......"

After listening to Angel's relays of Lola's analysis, Sherlock also frowned, thinking about the question, but quickly gave up his efforts - he was indeed only a Sequence 6, and he had just been promoted.

You can't say that you have something special because of that mysterious gray mist, right?

After decisively skipping the topic, Sherlock quickly thought of something else:

"Do you remember the last time I told me about my friend who died by a curse? Talim Dumont, at the time we thought it was the hand of the Witch Cult and the royal family, but just three days ago, Prince Edsak, the prince we suspected of having something to do with the Witch Cult, approached me and asked me to investigate his death as Talim's friend, and even provided him with his personal belongings, hair, and flesh. Using them, I performed a divination to eliminate distractions, and he died of a witch's curse, but I couldn't see her appearance, only that she was wearing a sapphire ring. ”

Sapphire rings?

Angel's brain, which was originally a little drowsy because of drinking hot coffee, woke up like an electric shock.

Witches, sapphire rings......

She immediately thought of the Witch of Pleasure, Triss, who was struggling to break away from the arrangement of the Witch Sect.

After describing the appearance of the ring Triss was wearing, Sherlock's face became serious.

"It seems that this is it, the murderer I saw in my divination should be Triss, and she is by Prince Edsak's side, who actually asked me to investigate the cause of Talim's death...... Is he a thief shouting to catch a thief, or does he not know that there is such a dangerous person hiding around him? ”

"And the cause of Talim's death is also clear, he should have fallen in love with Triss and tried to take her away from the prince, which is in line with Triss's own ideas, but it is contrary to the arrangement of the Witch Sect and 'that', so under the control of these forces, Triss killed her only hope of escape with her own hands, which is really ironic."

Angel took over and analyzed.

"Whether the prince is kept in the dark, or whether he himself is involved in these conspiracies, you should not be involved in it anymore," she said, looking at the worried Sherlock, and carefully advised, "After your contact with the prince, you may even be in the sight of the people behind the scenes, and if you don't get out soon, you will soon be 'arranged' again." ”

"Don't worry, I have no intention of doing my best to investigate this prince in the first place. But I can't go too far, that would raise suspicions that there is a bigger secret in me, an incompetent detective," Sherlock replied with a smile on his face, "The prince has placed men next to my house, called protection, but actually surveillance. And I'll pretend to investigate accordingly in the next few days, and finally submit a report of Talim's normal death, anyway, that's what the royal family told Prince Edsak, he can't shoot me for my incompetence and cowardice. ”

Although they both had different anti-divination methods, the two still did not dare to mention "0-08", and were even more reluctant to communicate with Prince Edsak's commission in depth, but quickly changed the topic.

"Finally, let's talk about the 'Desperate Lady.'"

Looking at Sherlock's serious face, Angel realized that the other party had put the most important thing last.

(End of chapter)