Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

As soon as these words came out, the audience fell silent.

Not only Elena was stunned, but Holmes and Watson who were watching upstairs and planning to lend a helping hand if something went wrong were also stunned.

Before Elena could respond, the door of 221b opened.

Mrs. Hudson inside the door pulled Elena in, protecting her sister's child behind her.

"Do you dare to yell at Elena again?" Mrs. Hudson said with a grim expression, "If you can't speak, then shut up."

With her appearance, the earl originally deflated at a speed visible to the naked eye following the soaring aura of that sentence.

After the housekeeper came forward to explain, Elena sighed and went upstairs to get the seal.

She handed the things to the earl, thinking that it was over at this point, but unexpectedly the earl would not let her go.

The earl took advantage of the fact that the housekeeper and Mrs. Hudson were preparing dinner in the kitchen, and the daughter's neighbors went out to do errands, and held his daughter's hand again.

He was quite insistent on his point of view and asked her to go home and get married.

"I thought I made it very clear," Elena said as she shook her wrist, "I won't go back and get married. I want to work."

"Are you trying to argue with me on purpose?" the earl said firmly, "I will never allow this to happen."

Mox looked this way, looked there.

On the one hand, he was a little worried that his crush would suffer domestic violence, and on the other hand, he was a little afraid of his teacher's anger.

Seeing the two quarreling with each other, fearing that the situation would become uncontrollable, Mokes couldn't help but take a step forward.

Then both father and daughter turned their heads to look at him, causing him to take another step back subconsciously.

"Both... Calm down, both of you," Mokes said bravely, "It will be bad for your body if you get angry."

"It's none of your business here," the earl said with an unfriendly expression, "Go back and draw more pictures instead of watching the fun."

"Thank you, Mox," Elena said gently, "I don't think you are particularly suitable here?"

Taking advantage of the gap between Elena's words, the count glanced at his idiot student, and suddenly came back to his senses.

Hey, I remembered, isn't this the student who confessed to Elena before!

Although not successful.

The earl's eyes immediately became critical.

Although he said that he favored his daughter, he couldn't say against his will that this student was too ugly to be seen.

He has light brown curly hair, green eyes, is tall and thin, and looks passable. It can't be said that Apollo descended to earth, but he can be called good in the upper class.

His character is not bad, after all, he is a student whom his family looks up to.Besides, if you can't do it, you will be widowed.

After going through these thoughts in his mind, the earl's eyes immediately became eager, "Mox, what do you think of Elena now?"

Although these words were without beginning or end, Elena quickly guessed his intention.

"It's not that good," Elena said coldly, and incidentally shook off the earl's grip on her wrist.

She glanced at Mox apologetically, and continued, "Marriage is my business, father."

The situation stalemate again for a while.

"If that's the case," Mox said stumblingly, "I think you can each take a step back?"

Facing the eyes of the two, Mox became even more nervous.

He quietly wiped his palms, and his voice was barely audible, "For example... For example, if you can't fulfill this dream within three years, go back and get married?"

It was obviously selfish for Mox to propose this idea.

He had admired Eileen for a long time, and seeing the goddess being forced by his father to marry hastily, his heart really ached.

And as soon as this idea comes out, within three years he can use the excuse of helping the goddess to develop her career, and then gain some favorability. No matter whether the goddess' career is successful or not, he will be favored by the earl and the goddess.

In any case, it's good to hear the goddess praise herself!

But of course, Morcos did not expect his views to be endorsed by either of them.

He raised his head and glanced at the Count quietly.

The count nodded thoughtfully, "This idea is not bad."

He praised casually, "Not bad, you still have some brains."

If this dream cannot be fulfilled within three years, Elena will go back to marry, and even if she loses some hair, she can stop the loss in time.

Not to mention that if this matter is chasing after her in three years, Elena will definitely not get involved in another job. Although she can't achieve the goal of "no job, less hair loss, and no overtime", it's just a return to work. It's on the right track, just the same as when she was managing the architectural firm.

The big deal is to send hair loss water during the holidays, I'm used to it, I'm used to it.

Mokes was flattered to receive the compliment, but Elena also nodded unexpectedly.

"Yes," she said rationally, "but I think we need to discuss the details."

The two discussed again and made a bet.

After Elena realized her dream within three years, changed the tone of the industry, and recognized her status, the Earl would no longer interfere with her freedom of marriage, and supported her continued development with his own backing.

On the other hand, if Elena fails to make any achievements within three years, she will go home to marry and inherit the property, and live a comfortable and lazy life as a rich woman from then on.

The two also signed a letter of guarantee quite naively.

Holding the paper guarantee in duplicate, the Earl sighed.

Although each took a step back, his original intention was satisfied a little bit.

But the Earl still couldn't figure out why the rich woman's idle life was so wonderful after marriage, why her daughter was so determined to develop her career.

Forget it, balding early in life is balding early in life, for a period of three years, it is easy to raise and bring back.

Mokes, who watched the whole process, felt incredible.

This bizarre development process was completely beyond Mox's expectations. He stepped out of Baker 221b's door in a trance, feeling a little ecstatic.

He was a little flattered again.

With the earl's approval, maybe it is possible to pursue the goddess.

And the Earl didn't care what his students were thinking.

Due to his busy schedule, although he still wanted to hang out with his daughter for a while, he was forced to have no choice but to take the evening train with the housekeeper back to the manor after dinner.

Elena, on the other hand, held the guarantee letter contentedly and had a good night's sleep.

She woke up the next morning looking very refreshed.

Chewing the bread and thinking about the next move, Watson's words interrupted her thoughts.

"What a load of crap!" he grumbled. "This is the second article I've seen this month that makes the same argument."

"What article?" Elena asked vaguely.

She swallowed the bread and poked her head to look.

"Miss Molson, look, isn't this scaring people?" Watson folded the magazine and handed it to her, "This author actually said that he can judge a lot of information about a person from the details of his life. It’s really the same. Today’s magazines are really trying to win attention, and they send out everything. If you ask me, even if Edgar Allan Poe’s Dupin came to life, it would be difficult to accomplish this.”

It was a popular science article on reasoning, interesting and solid, but advanced and novel in this day and age.

No wonder Watson reacted this way.

Elena flipped through a few pages, and saw the signature in the lower right corner at first glance.

It was another neighbor, Sherlock Holmes.

She couldn't help but glanced at Holmes. He didn't seem to care much about Watson's doubts, and he was still eating his breakfast.

Seeing Elena looking over, he winked at Elena quietly with a smile.

Watson, on the other hand, didn't notice this at all.

He took a sip of his breakfast, and seeing Elena seriously turning over the magazine, he couldn't help but want to say a few more words.

"If you want me to say that if there is such an omniscient and omnipotent person like this author said, he is not extraordinary like God," he continued, "Such a person should have some reputation, not just know that he is constantly in the magazines. Nothing else, I would wager that our friend Holmes is much better than this author in the subtlety of his reasoning and the fine virtues of modesty! The author's article is well written, but unfortunately it is not as practical as it should be."

Elena could hardly suppress the smile on the corner of her mouth.

On the other hand, Holmes leaned lazily on the chair, "Then you lose."

Facing Watson's puzzled eyes, he explained, "I am the author of the two articles you mentioned. I was able to help Miss Molson carry the letter yesterday because I needed to talk to the editor. I happened to pass by the post office on the way. .”

Hearing Holmes' explanation, Watson was stunned.