Chapter 520 The Earl's Prey

Sherlock almost died from laughing. He leaned forward and backward and couldn't maintain his gentlemanly demeanor. He couldn't help but take out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from his laughter. It was the first time that Lin En saw Sherlock's emotions so unrestrained. He couldn't control it at all. It was not until Watson glanced at him coldly that he forced himself to hold back his laughter.

Even so, the great detective still groaned from time to time, buried his head under his shoulders and trembled.

The little gentleman didn't know why Sherlock laughed so happily.

But when Sherlock laughed so wantonly, he suddenly felt that this gentleman who regarded others as script characters and chess pieces was unprecedentedly close, just like an ordinary person, and there would be no natural uneasiness when staying with him. Lin En was a little unsure whether it was a good thing for him to answer Sherlock like this.

But for the sake of this cheerful laughter.

At least it's not a bad thing.

Lin En was infected by the cheerful laughter, and his eyebrows turned back and forth between the iceberg Watson and the weird Sherlock, and felt that the relationship between them was also deep and enviable. However, while laughing, the young gentleman felt that there was no need to envy Sherlock, as he was already happy enough.

But there was really no need to envy him.

Glancing at Watson's expressionless and cruel scene of cooking the demon's body, Lin En wisely swallowed some of his questions back into his stomach. For example, when Sherlock was with such a violent and cruel female bodyguard, wouldn't he be afraid that she would subconsciously take out a dagger and stab him when he went to bed. Considering Watson's fist and dagger, Lin En felt that if he asked this question, Sherlock would really answer desperately, and they would most likely die soon, so he simply gave up.

"Thank you, Lin En..."

It took Sherlock a long time to calm down his emotions, and he was still wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief. Mr. Detective took out a businesslike attitude, thanked Lin En and looked into the distance of the camp.

"You're welcome, Sherlock."

'I hope you can really understand what love is, although it is a low probability event. ’

Lin En also followed Sherlock and looked into the distance. With the extraordinary vision of the extraordinary people, they all saw a team holding torches heading towards the camp.

The hunting team is back.

The distant firelight was faintly reflected in his green eyes. Lin En knew that the return of the hunting team meant that the other clone of the Shaper should also be back. Sherlock took out the incense burner again and made a gesture of invitation to Lin En, and Lin En couldn't help but curl his lips.

At this time, Sherlock became insecure again.

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"I don't think this thing should be used."

Standing in the crowd of onlookers, Sherlock smacked his lips and put away the [Aizhe Incense Burner] hanging in his hand.

"I think so too..."

The expression on his face was obviously more exciting than that of the great detective. Lin En watched the scene outside the autumn hunting camp from afar. He seemed to have a new understanding of this world and didn't know what to say at this time.

In fact, it was not a big deal.

It was just that after the hunting team came back, they beat gongs and drums to call everyone out to watch the fun. Generally speaking, the fun of autumn hunting is to see which unlucky person is bitten to death by the prey, or to see some rare thing caught. What neither Lynn nor Sherlock had imagined was that they never dreamed that the Plastic Demon clone would be caught as prey, and the person who caught him happened to be Amiste.

The Countess, dressed in a chic hunting outfit, was galloping outside the camp.

Behind her mount was a twisted monster that was tightly entangled in a trap, with wounds all over its body and various non-human organs and tissues. This clone was seriously injured, and the wounds of various sizes caused by gunshots could be clearly seen on its body. The Countess dragged this clone around the camp again and again as if to vent her anger, driving people's emotions up, and they couldn't help but shout the name of Earl Russell in unison.

The Southern Rose, as heroic as beautiful, was praised by everyone.

I have to say that the people who watched the excitement were shouting slogans on time, and it really looked like that, as if Amiste had really become the goddess of [Dispute Roar] who spread war and killing in the world. This goddess rode on a tall horse, and her gaze always made the atmosphere more lively.

The one who shouted the most should be Lady Cynthia. This female warrior didn't know where she got a jar of wine, easily put it on her shoulders, and used it as a drum to cheer her friends.

From the mouths of the returning hunting teams, Lin En probably learned what happened in Amiste.

When this calm and lazy countess followed the hunting team into the Black Forest to hunt, she didn't have much energy at first. She asked the gun-wielding maids to do various things for her, including aiming and shooting. Anyone could see that the respected and beautiful Lord Amiste was missing someone, probably because of something they talked about this morning.

She was like a dozing lioness, strolling boredly or stopping to rest.

Things didn't change until someone in the hunting team suddenly died.

The daring Shaper thought that the wild might be a good opportunity to reshape his spirituality, so he took a hapless person as the target. What was more mysterious was that it used the image of Amis. It was conceivable how angry the Countess was when she narrowed her eyes when facing the accusation. The narrowed phoenix eyes were as scary as a dragon raising its eyelids.

Then she used her tough tactics and the courage of the Russell family to tell anyone who underestimated her that the place under her peachy buttocks was not only her lover's motor waist, but also the throne of the Russell family.

After suppressing the inappropriate emotions in the hunting team with a very tough attitude.

The countess was like a general controlling the battlefield. She first sent her versatile personal maid to survey the traces, and then boldly organized the few extraordinary people and gun-wielding maids in the hunting team, giving priority to slowly withdrawing from the forest and seducing the monster who dared to use her appearance to take the bait.

This unfortunate monster did take the bait.

Or a group of mortals, whose performance was unbearable, would naturally arouse the hunter's hunting excitement instinct, just like a wild dog would chase after someone who turned and ran away.

Then the monster was knocked down alive by the exquisite cooperation and cover of the gun-wielding maids.

The gun-wielding maid, who had been specially trained by the Countess, was extremely skillful in changing the battle line and providing cover under her special slogans. After the plastic monster fell into the trap, it was hit by water bullets from all directions.

It was lucky that it was not killed directly.

Then its limbs were broken, and Amiste happily dragged it back on horseback as a trophy.