Zongman: I have really retired!

"Agatha Christie, you'd better be in trouble."

Oscar Wilde's tone was a little impatient. He had just spent a night with Bill Sharp, and he had no intention of dealing with Agatha Christie, a crazy woman, so early in the morning. Oscar Wilde had a good impression of all beauties, but he had no intention of dealing with Agatha Christie. This guy was very polite and insensitive.

Agatha Christie didn't pay attention to Oscar Wilde's ugly face. She just held the black tea and looked at the information on Bill Sharp that she had collected overnight.

After waiting for a long time and seeing Agatha Christie not speaking, Oscar Wilde's face began to look more impatient.

"Tsk, tell me what you have to say, don't use riddles."

"Oscar Wilde, do you really know Bill Sharp?" Oscar Wilde rolled his eyes: "Nonsense, we even slept in bed, you asked me if I know him? What do you think?"

Agatha Christie looked directly into Oscar Wilde's eyes with a serious expression.

Under Agatha Christie's serious gaze, Oscar Wilde's face became serious.

"What's wrong?"

"Bill Sharp is no ordinary man, he's a spy."

Oscar Wilde's eyes widened instantly and he was speechless. "Impossible! Didn't you investigate him? Who can hide this from you?"

"His superpower is spiritual!!"

"...But...he has never asked about me!"

"You know……"

Oscar Wilde knew that Bill Sharp had a psychic ability and might have obtained the information unknowingly. The two had a long stalemate, but Oscar Wilde was ultimately defeated.

"I...I want to try to persuade him...maybe..."

"Impossible! Shakespeare is gone at this time."

Agatha Christie looked at the person in front of her calmly. For a moment, Oscar Wilde felt cold all over, as if he was in the cold winter of March. Because of the special nature of his powers, he had seen the fate of those spies.

He couldn't accept that Bill Sharp was a spy, but he did deceive him, but he liked him, and the two of them could not be fake when they got along for such a long time.

He turned around to leave, but the flames stopped him.

"Agatha Christie!! Do you have to do this?" Oscar Wilde growled through gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry, this is my obligation. Calm down. Oscar Wilde, after this incident, you can still be a romantic boy and a transcendent person in Britain. I made a mistake in this matter. I will apply to the higher authorities to reduce your punishment. .”

Agatha Christie looked back at Oscar Wilde calmly.

Oscar Wilde knew he couldn't beat Agatha Christie, but he didn't want to give up...

Ever since Oscar Wilde was called away early in the morning, Bill Sharp had a premonition that something was going to happen, but he didn't care, he even expected them to do it quickly.

In this way, he would have a reason to take action...

As usual, he got up early and changed his clothes. The dress made Bill Sharp stand tall and straight, and the corners of his lips were raised, like the moon god in the sky stepping down from the altar.

He also made himself a breakfast with great interest and barely finished the sandwich that he had worked hard for for more than half an hour. He finally came to the conclusion that he was not suitable for cooking and asked Oscar Wilde to cook it next time.

Bill Sharp leaned on his chair and flipped through a collection of Oscar Wilde's paintings. He gave those guys time to evacuate, and he looked up to him, even though it was useless.

Bill, Sharp didn't pay attention to the evacuating guys around him. They were weak and couldn't even resist. They were useless. They were used as cannon fodder.

When the crowd was almost gone, Bill Sharp slowly took care of his clothes. He pursed his lips and smiled in the mirror. It was perfect. After all, it was the first time to attend and he wanted to leave a good impression~

By the way, I went to look for that little fool. He kind of missed the little cakes made by Oscar Wilde.

When Shakespeare saw Bill Sharp, he couldn't help but be shocked. What he saw... was an ordinary person.

What does this prove? Shakespeare is a transcendent but cannot see through the true face of Bill Sharp. Either the other party is also a transcendent, or he has special powers.

No matter which point it is, it is a big trouble. The former means that the opponent is difficult to deal with, and there is a high probability that the opponent cannot be caught at all. The latter means coming prepared, and there is a high probability of having a back-up plan.

"You really caused trouble for me~

Mental superpowers and spiritual transcendents are two completely different concepts! "

Shakespeare Nannan sighed.

Dreamy emerald green lingered in this space, and various fantastic scenes were staged in this small space. Bill Sharp, who was supposed to be the leading actor, had no intention of performing at all.

Even when those stage actors came close to him, they were like fireflies that dissipated in the air before they even touched him.

Shakespeare's supernatural power - A Midsummer Night's Dream, is a stage play. Different plays are staged in Shakespeare's hands. He can fabricate different characters and give them abilities consistent with their own identities. In this space, the enemy must join in the performance, although they are often the first to die before the end.

"Really... If I had known I would face this situation, I would rather continue fighting with Baudelaire."

Shakespeare has a headache, Baudelaire's Les Fleurs du Evil is different from the hermetic A Midsummer Night's Dream.

People within a certain range around Baudelaire will be discovered by him as long as they have evil thoughts in their hearts, and they will unknowingly become his puppets.

The most troublesome thing is that when these guys die, the flowers of evil born from them have a certain chance of forming puppets with the same abilities.

That thing kills and cannot kill, and in the end neither of them can do anything to the other. The two fight for a long time without any damage, but they are just wasting time and getting angry.

Both of them were dissatisfied with the war, so they planned to fake a fight and get injured and return home to recuperate.

result……

As soon as he returned to China, he received this troublesome task. Shakespeare almost wanted to give up the task and leave.