Last will

Because the third installment of "Great Detective Sherlock" has successfully concluded!

Once the plot was clear, writing became much easier, and with Lorry in such a hot state today, he finished writing the rest of the content in just one day.

He will now enjoy a period of leisure.

Studying, exercising, and regularly visiting Fors to inquire about the progress of the Beyonder Characteristic. Aside from that, perhaps only attending the Lieutenant Colonel's engagement ceremony remains.

The Lieutenant Colonel didn't go into details, but Lorry that, given how quickly their relationship was developing, that day might be very near.

"The lack of ' Teleportation ' is inconvenient; I'm too lazy to even go out."

He muttered to himself as he changed his clothes, intending to find a mailbox to mail the manuscript to the Publishing House and also figure out what to do for dinner.

Just then, Albert, who had been dozing in the corner, suddenly raised his head, his face showing a look of terror, and whimpered with his tail between his legs.

"... nerve."

Lorry gave it a disgruntled look and bent down to change his shoes.

Suddenly, he sensed a Spirituality fluctuation behind him, turned around and saw a rift slowly tearing open in space, from which White Bone Ring floated out.

"Old Gentleman?"

Lorry paused for a moment, then a smile appeared on his lips, "What brings you here?"

The White Bone Ring remained silent for a few seconds, then suddenly burst into tears:

"Vera is dead..."

Upon hearing this, Lorry's smile gradually faded, and he narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the White Bone Ring: "Old Gentleman, you're not joking with me, are you?"

"To be honest, this joke isn't funny at all."

He lowered his head and chuckled, giving "the Curse of Knowledge" no time to speak, and continued speaking rapidly to himself:

"First of all, the Lieutenant Colonel is already Sequence 5. With you in his hands, I suspect that even if he faces Demigod, he should be able to escape without any surprises."

"And there are only a handful of Demigod factions in Backlund."

"Even if it's Concealment organization, I don't think they would be willing to risk offending MI9 by secretly targeting Lieutenant Colonel."

"The Lieutenant Colonel didn't do anything wrong to them."

"If we're talking about enemies, Altair is definitely one of them."

"But the Lieutenant Colonel told me before that the four major official forces had joined forces to search for his whereabouts and confirmed that he was no longer in Backlund."

"Besides, the Lieutenant Colonel is guarding the Sealed Artifact all day now. Even if Altair hadn't left, dealing with him wouldn't be easy, would it?"

"It's impossible that the murderer is Parliamentarian Begat? I remember the Lieutenant Colonel mentioning that the other person seemed to be just an ordinary person."

"Haha, I got it!"

Lorry laughed, "It must be that the Lieutenant Colonel has found a lady he likes and finds you too much of a nuisance by his side all the time, so he doesn't want you anymore, right?"

"It's alright, you're always welcome here..."

An aged voice, trembling with tears, suddenly interrupted Lorry:

"Kid, stop talking."

"There's no point in deceiving yourself at this point. Even if you keep talking for three days and three nights straight, Vera won't come back to life."

"Calmness!"

The look on Lorry's face vanished instantly.

He closed his eyes, trembling, took a few deep breaths, then opened them again, glancing disdainfully at the wrinkled features of the White Bone Ring:

"You, in your current state, have the nerve to tell me to Calmness?"

After a moment of silence, Lorry sighed:

What exactly happened?

"The Curse of Knowledge" quickly recounted everything Vera had told him before.

Lorry listened quietly, then murmured:

"Altair?"

The White Bone Ring wiped away non-existent tears and choked out:

"That's what Vera said."

"I have been Spirituality sealed by him recently, unable to perceive the outside world, until he released the suppression before sending me into the Spirit World."

"Otherwise, I certainly wouldn't have watched him do something foolish."

"What's it to you?" Lorry snapped irritably. "That bastard wants to die, do you think you can stop him?"

"He clearly promised me he'd settle down and focus on Logistics from now on, and never get involved in Missing Persons cases again. What a liar! His words are worthless! Going through the ' Arbiter ' Pathway is a waste of his talent!"

"An Informant wouldn't listen to advice, and who wasn't even his Informant anymore, is dead if he wants to, but he had to drag himself down with him. He was out of his mind, he deserved it!"

"How noble he is!"

"He's just trying to kill himself, leaving me with so many enemies. I can't even handle Altair alone, and now there's this Parliamentarian Begat, whose strength is unknown, and Demigod from MI9!"

What does he take me for? Grounded Angel?

As he continued cursing, his voice suddenly softened, and he muttered:

"I see now, this bastard planned to die from the start, otherwise he wouldn't have kept you sealed away all the time, and..."

Lorry paused, then didn't continue.

"Alright, this isn't the time for this," the White Bone Ring cautioned. "Vera told me to run away as soon as I found you, and not to worry about the rest."

"He sent a letter of complaint to the bishop of the Church of Evernight before he left. If all goes well, someone will be going to investigate soon."

"What you need to think about now is yourself."

Complaint letter?

Lorry shook his head with a bitter expression.

Royal Family plans are not so easily discovered.

As far as he knew, in the Original Novel, the Three Great Churches, including Lady Arianna, joined forces to investigate, but failed to discover anything unusual about the underground ruins.

Now that the novel has become reality, he doesn't believe the ending will change.

Thinking of this, Lorry quickly walked to his desk, picked up a pen and paper and began to write. Soon, two legally binding power of attorney documents were produced.

One of them was sent to the Publishing House.

The specific details concern how to handle the royalties from the reprint and sale of the Volume Two and third installments of "Great Detective Sherlock," as well as previous works.

The other document is the ownership transfer document for the Posner Face Mask Factory.

Having done all this, he whispered in Ancient Hermes:

"I!

I summon in my name:

"A spirit wandering in illusion, a benevolent creature at your disposal, Messenger unique to Lorry."

As soon as she finished speaking, the "Messenger" woman in black Cleric's Robe stepped out from the void, casually glanced at the White Bone Ring, and her emerald eyes landed on Lorry's face:

"Did you summon me for something?"

Lorry nodded slightly and handed the manuscript and letter of authorization to the other party. "If I do not summon you again within three days, send these to this place."

Having said that, he pulled out a map of Backlund from the drawer and marked a circle in Fors's Safe House with a black pen:

"If possible, please give them directly to Ms. Fors."

"You should be able to find the place?"

The "Messenger" hesitated for two seconds, then nodded slightly:

"Can."

After she finished speaking, she asked again:

Is there anything else?

Lorry shook his head.

"Don't forget to pray; no later than three days."

The "Messenger" lady gave a reminder, turned around, made a flipping motion, took a step forward, and instantly disappeared from the spot.

The White Bone Ring watched the "Messenger" lady leave with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. It then transformed into a beam of white light and flew to Lorry, asking in a deep voice:

"Kid, what are you trying to do?"