Is the Evil God Me?

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In the gun shop, the conversation between the two gentlemen started around hunting, and it was hard to fathom how many hints and temptations were there. There is always labor between smart and smart talking, and Lynn asked the shop owner to take out a purple-shirt recurve bow.

Before Albion popularized firearms, this unique purple-shirted longbow was used in the military's strongbow.

In groups, the arrows rained down.

The swarm of arrows flying up in a graceful parabola is like a swarm of locusts, covering the sky for a moment, then flying to the highest point and then roaring down, it is the most deadly and dangerous picture. After all, it is a country where old bows are played, and some protective gear and finger cots are also fully equipped. Lynn did not go to empty the bow, but adjusted it with his fingers.

Sherlock also asked people to take out the Makita rifle. The theme of this autumn hunting was hunting. Since it was hunting, it was necessary to have a good hunting gear.

The conversation between the two about the prey just now came to an end with their respective inspection actions.

Sherlock pays the bill himself.

Lynn is much more dashing here, and with a wave of his hand, Merthys will pay for him.

When this scene happened, Sherlock looked back at Aurora a little funny. The bodyguard-like lady looked back with a blank expression and a bit of innocence. The detective could only take a breath and hold his forehead and start to become depressed. looks like. Watson was good everywhere, but not emotionally at all.

Mr. Detective decided to find something to ease his mood.

"Indeed, if the prey is familiar with the tricks of the hunter, it is easy to become a new hunter. Lynn, are you interested in hunting with me?"

Looking at this shop with not bad service attitude and quality, Sherlock sent an invitation to Lynn. And for this invitation, Lynn's sanity prevailed.

"It's a pity that I already have someone to hunt with, Mrs. Amiste."

"Yanfu is not shallow."

Sherlock said meaningfully, most people think that Lynn is a favorite of Earl Emiste, and he won the love of this glamorous widow with his looks. He never thought so. Amiste was undoubtedly a smart lady, and Lynn was a smart gentleman. The relationship between the two was much stronger than others thought.

If it wasn't necessary, Sherlock didn't want to offend that smart and scary lady, even if she wasn't an Extraordinary.

"But if you can successfully hit your favorite prey, then he and I will listen carefully to your heroic deeds. Maybe the prey will just pass by my eyes at that time, and maybe it will be hit by an arrow?" Smiling, she reached out her hand friendly to Sherlock.

"That's right, accidents often love Extraordinary people, and both of us are the children of accidental love."

As if there was something in the words, Sherlock took Lynn's hand and shook it vigorously.

"As long as your eyes are bright enough, you can only choose to be a hunter." With his Makita rifle, Mr. Detective quickly took his favorite hunting tools and left the shop with Aurora.

This killer-like ruthless Miss Watson was unexpectedly polite. She didn't care too much about complicated etiquette like Sherlock did. Her salute to Calm Lynn followed Sherlock. This lady is very cold, like an iceberg that will never melt in the polar region, and it seems that the piercing cold light of metal can be seen in the gaps in the clothes during the movement.

Lynn's curious eyes were glued to Sherlock until he disappeared from the crowd.

"Miss Watson has gone."

Apparently misunderstood Lynn's sight, Merdis couldn't help but interrupted Lynn's exploration line of sight, a faint sour smell came out from the little expression of the head maid.

"You should say that Mr. Sherlock is gone." Lynn couldn't help but laugh at her savoury little expression.

"That's even weirder. For Madam's sake, I don't want you to be sent to a mental hospital." In this day and age, the way mental hospitals deal with homosexuality is vigorous beating, correction and chemical castration.

If Lynn was like that, she and the countess would really have to be widowed.

The countess was not present, and the head maid was always willing to interact with Lynn more than once. This interaction of hers is different from that of Atari. One focuses on rational conversation, and the other just wants to keep Lynn's eyes on her for a longer time. It would be a happy thing for the head maid to be watched by Lynn's focused gaze for a while longer.

The packaged purple shirt and longbow, Lynn chose to carry it by himself.

This is where Meredith seems to be. She sent other maids to buy and rent hunting items, carriages, tents, etc. She was well-organized and showed her ability in the bright sunshine. This kind of shrewdness The appearance of intelligence is completely different from when Lynn tossed her.

After the head maid was done with her work, ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ was hesitant and hesitant.

"Mr. Sherlock just now... I heard that he is a very powerful detective. If he comes to harass you, you can use the name of the Russell family to make him go away, and dare not do anything to you."

"puff!"

Lynn snorted and didn't manage his expression.

In Merdis' eyes, is she a vicious criminal? Or a murderous maniac that will set off a panic in the entire city at any time?

"I'm just a humble social tool, respecting the citizens of the kingdom who are law-abiding."

"Well, you are a gentleman." The head maid listened to Lynn's explanation, and the smile on her face was as kind as that of a kind old hen, which made people not want to continue to argue. time.

This inadvertently revealed unconditional doting made Lynn feel a sense of crisis. If he was not careful, he might become a crippled person by the big sister.

"Sherlock was actually a kind reminder just now."

This kindness may have to be discounted, and for this kind of guy who will guide you inadvertently, their kindness may also be mixed with something. Even, sometimes they themselves do it unconsciously, which is one of the reasons why [Fate Weaving Bureau] has never been able to appear on the stage. The popularity is really bad.

The difference in popularity has formed a small circle, and the small circle is symbiotic with arrogance and xenophobia.

For example, the two who did not give Minister Archer face to the [Lamp Master] branch before are typical of the typical. Then he kicked the iron plate, and was double beaten by the countess and the princess.

"remind?"

"Yeah, Sherlock is reminding me that as long as you see some things, you can't hide if you want to." Lynn's face was a little dignified.

There shouldn't be any esoteric chapters here.