Is the Evil God Me?

North Wind Town, Autumn Hunting Camp.

This is located north of Beifeng Town, directly on the plain. Looking north, you can see the towering mountains all the way up, facing east is higher and higher, and facing west is dense like an army formation. The Black Forest, where three terrains meet, is just enough to separate the north and south of Albion, forcing the railway to take a detour.

In this area equivalent to the big island of the rabbit and rooster, the ecology can be described as complex, and the environment can be described as difficult and dangerous. Even in the industrial age, there are many explorers who have challenged this area one after another, and its mysterious veil is still not completely conquered by humans.

Some people swear that there are dragons inhabited there.

Some people say that it is the cemetery of ancient civilizations.

After some people came out of the mountain, they went crazy, shouting that things that do not exist in this world are entrenched in it, and they have never gone away, as if they deliberately told the human beings on the surface that this world is so unreasonable. Of course, these stories are all in the past.

When the infantry artillery roared, the guns ripped apart the darkness, and the soldiers began to walk in neat steps, singing loud military songs, and watching the snare drums establish an efficient killing organization for mankind across the ages, the world of watches already belongs to this civilization. .

Even if the wings of this civilization's dream have stalled.

The once dangerous area has become a place for people to hunt leisurely. A large camp and a continuous transportation team can accommodate nearly a thousand people for hunting and the living conditions are no different from those in the small town.

This place is literally the camp of ancient wars.

It's not about organization, it's about force.

The magistrates from Shuisha City, the power of the nobles, and the Beyonders who come to entertain, such a powerful force paired with firearms, traveling back to the continent a hundred years ago, it is a battlefield that destroys the city and destroys the country. strength. Now, such a power is only used for showing off and generally hunting.

Those small vassal countries, barbarian tribes farther away, and even the natives in the far south will sigh at the disparity of national strength when they see this scene.

No one here dares to openly cause trouble.

The duel of chivalry is back, no matter what kind of conflict, if you don’t want to shed blood, you can prove your heroism by hunting wild beasts.

Autumn hunting has become an exchange of martial arts.

When Lynn got out of the carriage, the complex and chaotic atmosphere that rushed towards him almost didn't drown him directly.

There are inadvertent fluctuations in the spirituality of Beyonders, the shouts of organic merchants, the smell of soil and grass mixed with animal feces and blood, and the curls of cooking smoke mixed with the smell of spices and perfumes. Fortunately, it hasn't rained recently, otherwise the mud on the road will be so suffocating, so the little gentleman doesn't have to worry about his boots, which will be destroyed directly in the mud.

Like an elf ranger, the handsome Lynn was very conspicuous in the crowd. She had already changed into a set of slim and capable clothes, and the head maid like a cowboy waved cheerfully at Lynn.

Her super-era clothes made Lynn who shot it subconsciously traveled to the lighthouse western, but the magical reality scene around him told him that this was the mysterious world of steampunk.

When we meet, things will be easier to do next.

Lynn handed over the matter of taking Amiste to the camp to Meredith. Obviously, the countess is not willing to walk in such a chaotic and dirty environment. She has a camp of her own, a luxurious big tent. , and hot water, hot meals, and the maids who serve her.

And Lynn stayed, he had to accompany the girls to do some physical work and carry the various items that came with the convoy.

"Damn it."

From this somewhat helpless complaint, it is not difficult to imagine that Lynn saw an old acquaintance again. Sherlock, the smiling bastard, came over with a graceful demeanor, and the iceberg beauty Watson was not by his side.

"That's not what you should say when you see a friend." Sherlock, who had obviously thirsty ears, heard Lynn's muttering.

"We are friends? Sherlock, I happen to owe someone a lot of money, can you help me?" Lynn didn't change his face, picked up a box and put it in the hands of this free labor force. superior.

"How many?"

I didn't expect Lynn to be so shameless, Sherlock grabbed his hat and quickly caught it, as if you owe money, and I'll help you solve it.

"10."

"Ten pounds?"

"One hundred thousand gold pounds." Lynn said nonsense, and it couldn't be nonsense. In his mind, the countess' initial investment in himself was almost equal to this amount, human and material resources, and the convenience of being able to hang on the industrial chain. If Lynn screwed up and sold him for less than 100,000 gold pounds, it would be hard to bear this beauty.

Sherlock was so frightened by this number that he almost threw the box out of his hand. He was shocked by this terrifying number. Is this the **** funding for the whole year of the [Fate Weaving Bureau]?

Mr. Moriarty can owe this huge sum of money.

"This, I'm afraid I can't help." She didn't know what to say. Sherlock felt that he should not pretend to be that coercion just now. The debt of 100,000 gold pounds was a bomb, and he couldn't help unless he ransacked the royal treasury.

"Hahaha!"

Lynn, who fooled Sherlock for the first time, showed a childlike smile. He hadn't been so happy for a long time. Probably since the mysterious man disappeared without a trace, with the precipitation of competitive spirit, he couldn't find anyone who could do his best. The smart people who went for it then switched to social games.

Facts have proved that Lynn still has a flame hidden in his heart, but he just needs a suitable object, and Mr. Sherlock, the great detective, is a very good object.

"It's not cute at all compared to looks."

Mr. Bai Changlin, a few years old, snarled sharply, that in the process of getting along, he was always able to keep up with Lynn's rhythm in all aspects. If he didn't appear as an investigator of the [Fate Weaving Bureau], it is estimated that he would have become a good friend.

"So, Mr. Detective, have you picked your prey and invited me to hunt with you?"

"It's a pity the rabbit I was aiming for hasn't shown up yet, but a deer that jumped up made me have to come looking for you, and I think we need to talk."

"God is right. The last time you talked about me, I was under house arrest for investigation. This time you talked about it. I seriously doubt whether you will suspend my position again for review in the next moment." Lynn He didn't want to talk to Sherlock at all. From the serious and sharp eyes of the big detective, he smelled trouble.