Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

The count tried to change the subject abruptly.

"I mean, your nearest opera house," he quickly changed his tone, returning to his usual seriousness, "does it need additional investment?"

What he was talking about was obviously the recent incident where Lalou was caught.

Sure enough, when work was mentioned, Elena visibly cheered up.

"No need," she shook her head. "The money left by Lalu is enough for us to continue the project. Whether the completed operation is handed over to someone else or not has nothing to do with me. Maybe... there are other arrangements."

Eric on the side also nodded.

"It should be completed within a few months," he replied, "Even if it doesn't work, you can still use the design drawings to participate, without affecting the final result."

The Count said "Yes" with a sullen face.

Thinking that he had successfully diverted the topic away, he heaved a sigh of relief indiscriminately.

Then I heard Elena asking thoughtfully, "Who said you want to eat roast chicken just now?"

She said it unintentionally, but the earl next to her jumped up subconsciously as if being pricked by a needle.

Realizing that Elena was talking to Eric, he slowly calmed down, breathed peacefully, and calmed his mind.

Whoever talks about eating roast chicken is not him, not him.

"What, is there a restaurant near Baker Street that serves good roast chicken?" Elena asked.

In fact, she knew exactly who the person who spoke just now was, after all, they were too close, not to mention that roar was really unforgettable.

This sentence is just to see the earl's reaction, and I can't help but want to find him a step down.

It's hard to be a considerate daughter now.

Hearing these words, the count quietly pricked up his ears.

He planned to make a note to find a store, and he could try it later.

"Yes," Eric heard her intentions, and said quite cooperatively, "It seems that there is such a restaurant."

Elena said exaggeratedly, "Is it really so delicious? Then I must try it!"

She gestured deliberately, and then quietly glanced at the earl beside her.

The earl showed a very excited but very restrained tangled expression.

So Elena added a fire.

"Are you going to eat, Eric?" she asked, giving Eric a wink in passing.

"No," Eric understood the expression with experience, "I still have something to do. This time I'm just here to ask about the situation, as long as you don't have anything to do."

He continued, "I still have some work to do."

The earl shouted silently in his heart: If you don't go, I want to go!let me go!

But on the surface, he still put on airs calmly and did not speak.

Elena took advantage of the situation and made a somewhat embarrassed expression.

"Isn't it a bit too extravagant and wasteful to eat roast chicken alone?" She said hesitantly, "Or next time..."

The count finally found a point to interject.

"If you want to eat, then eat it," he said with a little reprimand, "I don't think the Molson family can't afford a meal of roast chicken."

"But I can't finish it, it's not good to waste," Elena continued to follow the script she had come up with, "Father, can you go with me?"

The count tried to refuse, he never ate together with Elena, especially when he went out to eat something he liked better.

That would make him reveal his preferences a little too easily, especially if the food is so good that he can't quite restrain himself.

But Elena took his arm.

Also shaking.

The heart is also constantly screaming to make him hurry up and favor his own preferences.

Roast chicken is so delicious!

The count struggled for less than a minute, "Then go."

He tried to stay calm, "Just this time, never again. Let's go."

Elena nodded, and winked at Eric beside her.

"Thank you so much for your cooperation, Eric," she silently mouthed with her back to the earl, "I'll give you a raise later!"

Eric shrugged.

Dining with the Earl was still a pleasure - generally speaking, after all, he sat across from you and ate his food, eating the food on the plate in an elegant and extremely fast way, it is difficult not to arouse the appetite.

As long as he doesn't go back and forth trying to keep what little airs he has left.

After eating, Elena went back to Baker Street.

The carriage roared past, bypassed the entrance of the office, and headed straight for Baker Street.

Through the curtain, Elena could clearly see that the reporters who had heard the news had already blocked the entrance of the office, pushing forward non-stop, trying to be the first person to interview Elena.

But how could Elena fail to guess this?

She had already moved her recent work back to her room on the third floor on Baker Street, and re-converted the attic above the third floor into a living room. meeting place.

Elena sat in the carriage, thinking that this carriage was also modified by herself, and suddenly realized that she seemed to know quite a lot.

That's a kind... that she ignored a lot before.

I have to say that sometimes architects really need to know everything.

Listed now, her furniture was also designed by herself and handed over to the factory for customization. Many of the decorations in the room were also made by herself, and many of them were because the teacher said at the time, "I will be a little bit of everything, and I would rather be a little tired. I learned it when I was cheated at the time.

Thinking that many master architects are also craftsmen, furniture designers, and gardeners, and everyone is involved in many small branches, it seems to make her feel that she is one step closer to the master.

Elena was thinking about things like this and opened the door of the carriage, only to find that the door of her house was blocked again at some point.

She got out of the carriage and asked in surprise, "I thought the reporters had all gone to the office."

"That's because I don't think you'd like to waste your time dealing with a bunch of reporters," the tall reporter said first, "I'll just ask a few questions and leave after I finish, Miss Molson."

What he said was simple and direct, and it was more in line with Elena's preferences, probably because he had thought about it before coming here.

"Speak," Elena nodded.

"The first question," the reporter asked, "do you think you can win the RIBA Architecture Medal in this competition?"

Ask if you can, not if you want to.

"I hope I can," Elena returned the words, "but these things are probably decided by the judges, not me. Ask me if I can, of course I guess."

She smiled and said, "Who doesn't want to get it? It would be hypocritical to be too modest."

These words are obviously very targeted, and the architect who is currently ranked second in the connotation of the space is too sanctimonious.

After all, most of the little tricks this time were initiated by him.

The reporter paused, then nodded.

"Second question." He glanced at the notebook, "Can you disclose the specific content of your conversation with the Queen?"

This time Elena shook her head.

"It's not very convenient," she replied bluntly.

Hearing this, the reporter wasn't very angry. After all, if he couldn't say it, it probably did involve a lot of important information. He could understand it, and he knew it.

"I heard that you two had a good time, is that true?" he asked.

"It should be considered," Elena shrugged, "I feel really happy talking to the Queen, she is someone I have admired for a long time. But I dare not speculate on the Queen's attitude, I hope I really made her happy. "

This is a plan that Little Brutt wrote for her in advance. Elena didn't know its function before, but it is still very convenient to use it to confuse reporters.

The reporter nodded.

"Then, the last question," he asked, "most people pay attention to your marital status... It is rumored that you will marry Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who is famous for his detective work. The wedding date is set for this year. Is it true?"

Hearing this question, Elena paused.

She doesn't know how to answer this question for the time being, because marriage is not currently in her life plan.

And Sherlock will go to his battlefield in a few months, and it is obviously inappropriate to ask him about their marriage at this time.

What's more, she has a more wait-and-see attitude towards marriage.

What worries her is not only the bondage of marriage itself, but also the possible children in the future.Once children are considered, this may not be solved by the ordinary "go to church, find a witness to hold the wedding, and finally sign the contract".

Seeing that she didn't answer, the reporter asked again, "Why don't you speak?"

Elena thought about it.

"No comment at the moment," she replied, "but if we become engaged, I will announce it in the newspapers as usual, so don't worry."

After answering this question, Elena looked at the reporter, "Are there any questions?"

No problem, she's going back to work.

The reporter who asked the question saw Elena's outstretched hand, and was stunned for a moment.

"No more." He stretched out his hand and shook Elena, "Thank you for your answer, the newspaper will be delivered to Baker Street tomorrow."

As he said that, he greeted the person who was still recording, "Let's go!"

The recorder quickly put away the notebook and pen, put them back in his pocket, and followed the footsteps of the person in front.

Elena watched them leave before going upstairs.

She still has to continue her work today, but there is no time to waste.

In the late night when Eileen was still happily immersed in the design draft, the earl was a little surprised holding the sample.

"No idea of ​​getting married?" He looked at the butler beside him. "Elena means that she only intends to play with Holmes? Not serious yet?"

He was already mentally prepared for Elena and Holmes to have a serious relationship and finally get married, and he was a little bit, well, looking forward to his grandchildren in the future.

But at this time, Elena said that she has no idea about marriage for the time being, and she has no comment at the moment?

Feeling a little lost.

"My lord, what do you think?" The butler poured him a cup of tea, calmly comforted him, "I think it's a bad thing, you don't need to be so anxious..."

"No, I'm in no hurry," the Count shook his head.

He asked worriedly, "What if Holmes finds out about this? He's too smart, what if it's not good for Elena? I'm more worried about this."

Elena is usually sensible and precocious in all things, is it because she has already planned to vent all her rebellion on the relationship between men and women?

The Earl thought about it, but couldn't find a suitable solution.

He sighed again, got up and prepared to send a telegram to suppress the report, "No, this paper cannot be seen by Holmes."

The butler, who understood what he meant, stretched out his hand and calmly pushed him back to his position.

"I don't think Miss is such a rash person," he said rationally, "As for you, my lord, you still have some design drafts that have not been reviewed."

The subtext is that the earl should worry about himself first.

The count stretched out his hand angrily, and picked up a fork aggressively.

"...I'll have some apple pie first," he said, "right away."

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Handshakes were more popular in the Victorian era.

The reporter inquired about Elena's preferences in advance. 2333 Elena hates kissing hands, so she just shook hands. Today's Double Eleven, what did you buy? (I didn't buy anything qvq because I was poor

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