Chapter 504 Something Went Wrong

Lin En hurriedly left the Countess's tent. His head was still echoing with the Countess's words just now. His heart couldn't help but speed up a little. If the verification he talked about with Sherlock this morning was just a vague direction, then now he has a clear goal.

He subconsciously took out his watch, and the time on it made him frown.

The young gentleman quickly stopped a maid who was suspected of being paid to fish in the camp. He did not accuse this behavior of exploiting the master, but asked a simple question.

"Where is Meltice?"

"She has gone to the town to purchase."

Every noon, the head maid would go to the town to pull supplies. If there was anything missing, she would list and count it in advance, so Lin En's idea of ​​hitchhiking fell through. Without a hitchhiking, he could only ride a horse. At this time, Lin En missed the second-hand electric donkey before he crossed over. Although the dashboard had cracks, it could compete with motorcycles. He even doubted whether his second-hand electric donkey had been modified.

When you have experienced riding a high-speed train with the scenery on both sides blurring and receding, or speeding on the highway at worst, or the speed of a motorcycle that can make your heart race, you will feel that riding a horse is a speed that can only break your neck at most, but not be directly bloody and bloody. The average speed of riding a horse may not even reach 60 miles per hour.

Unlike the war horses in the movies that are fully equipped and sprinting, the horses in reality can't stand it after running at full speed for about ten minutes, and they must slow down and cool down.

After all, forcing carbon-based life and steel creatures to compete in output power is really necessary to go to the hospital for a psychiatric department.

Lin En rode away from the camp on a horse.

There was a person standing in the shadows on a high place watching Lin En's figure leave, as if he was an elf ranger riding a horse in an epic legend.

Perhaps the potion that Lin En chose at the beginning was [Ranger], which would be more suitable for him.

"Lin En left."

Like a magic trick, the cold figure of Hua Sheng suddenly appeared in the shade of the tree behind Sherlock, as if she had always been there, but she didn't attract visual attention. This iceberg lady always manages to erase her presence very well. In today's world where assassins are declining rapidly, Watson's existence is as rare as that of an ancient knight.

"Then wait for his news, whether it's good or bad."

Sherlock was leaning against a tree and smoking leisurely. He didn't feel embarrassed at all when a group of maids pointed guns at his head and drove him out of the camp in the morning. He was still the wise and exploitative detective.

Hearing Sherlock's words, Watson paused obviously.

"I thought you wouldn't allow your persistent prey to be touched by others."

"My dear Watson, I'm already past the age of 16. I won't be like a stubborn person who can't control his emotions and define any prey rigidly." Sherlock smoked a strong tobacco, lowered the brim of his hat, and silently revealed a weird smile.

He hadn't finished what he said, that is, Lin En was much more interesting than the plastic monster.

"Have you set the trap?"

"Well, but I don't quite understand. In addition to setting traps in the camp, why do you let me set traps in the forest? According to the ability of the demon, it should be quietly waiting to be taken away in the camp." Watson was a little puzzled. She knew the information about the demon, and Sherlock knew it better than her.

And Sherlock has never been a person who would do useless work.

Exhaling a puff of smoke, Sherlock, with a pair of particularly sharp eyes in this light blue smoke, was like an audience who had escaped from the matter. After arranging everything quietly and indifferently, he observed the direction of things.

"The way of change lies in one's heart."

"What strange words are you talking about? Is this Albion?" Watson's words completely destroyed the mysterious atmosphere that Sherlock had mobilized. She habitually took out a dagger to trim her nails.

"Well, what I mean is that the change of the plastic monster is far from the real change. As long as I am one step ahead of it, it will fall into the trap by itself."

"Such a long sentence can be compressed into such a short sentence?"

Sherlock was speechless for a while because of his good partner. He could only shut his mouth in frustration. However, Sherlock always felt that the scene that was about to happen had a sense of déjà vu. How to say it, the tension of the drama, the unexpected turn, these are the best script elements.

Sometimes, as an audience, you can see more clearly how desperate those puppets who are deeply trapped in the script are.

He felt that the plastic monster is now the puppet who is still secretly happy.

The turn is so wonderful...

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The horse under Lin En is a dog today. Because it does not run fast enough, it has been whipped a lot. The gap in life level makes this animal resist. It can only run hard and pray that the two-legged beast on its back can give itself more comfortable blessings.

The goal is clear, the Ocean Mansion.

Lin En, who was exhausted and still had the smell of running, came to the Ocean Mansion and pushed the door open.

"Where is Atali?"

Lin En grabbed the first maid he saw.

The older sister subconsciously lifted her skirt and answered.

"Miss Atali is in the planetarium. Do you need me to notify her?" Strictly speaking, Atali was a guest, so Mr. Lin En, who was of equal status to the host, could naturally summon her.

"No, I'll go there myself... By the way, help me take care of the horse outside the door, I'll need it later." While Lin En ran up the stairs, he did not forget to tell the maid to do the next thing.

The maid couldn't help scratching her head. It seemed that Mr. Lin En was particularly anxious today?

When Lin En found Atali who was reading the Elf Epic in the astronomical room, she was finishing the further polishing and annotation after the translation. Looking at Lin En who was a little hurried, Atali couldn't help but frowned in confusion.

"Lin En? What's wrong with you? Is there a bear chasing you behind you?"

"I'd rather it be a bear."

Lin En subconsciously complained and then continued.

"Don't worry about it, Atali, do you know where the two paintings of Amiste and I are?" Lin En realized that he had made a mistake as soon as he opened his mouth, and hurriedly patched it up before Atali opened his mouth. "I heard from the maid that you seem to have taken the two paintings. I want to verify something."

"You just came back. I was going to send someone to tell you, but that's not necessary."

Atali closed the parchment scroll in her hand. She stared at Lin En seriously and said word by word.

"There is something wrong with the two paintings."

There are still 28 chapters to go~~