Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

In the end, the runaway Captain Umbrella was dragged out of the porthole by two flexible vines dropped by the Ivy in the sky, and pulled back to the ship.

Looking at the unusually lively ivy, Ursula suddenly understood why the ship was called "she".Because she is alive!And also a fairy!

Although both the umbral and the sirens enthusiastically invited Ursula to board the boat to visit, but seeing the land of Egypt getting closer and closer, Ursula thought about it and still refused. The sixth sense of the witch made her feel that now Getting on a boat will definitely get you into trouble.

However, under Eric's guarantee, she successfully sold the prophecy that Captain Hook would acquire a new source of power 14 years later.She taught herself the skills of a profiteer, and only gave two key words, Scotland and a boy who didn't grow up.

Then, as the first rays of sunlight break through the waves above the sea level, the Ivy disappears into the sky, and like a dream, Ursula looks back and yawns big.

"How did you know each other? How did a land elf get involved with a pirate from the other world."

"Because my mother was the first captain of the Ivy in the clouds."

"That's right. Huh? Huh!"

"Don't be so surprised, there are always some elves who are more independent. And, if she didn't become a pirate, I wouldn't be born either." Eric shrugged.

"Wait a minute, when did your father know your mother?"

"Study trip." Eric did not avoid this topic this time, but gave Ursula a meaningful look.

"..." Ursula suddenly understood something.

Isn't this the legendary plot to rob Mrs. Yazhai?Study tours will definitely go abroad, and this year there is no more suitable means of transportation than taking a sea boat.The young Mycroft Holmes not only changed the world view, but was raped by the beautiful girl.

"Although it's very embarrassing to interrupt your brain activity, let me remind you. Do you know what it means that the first owner of the Ivy in the cloud is my mother?"

"Uh, it represents... as expected of an elf's ship." Ursula stood innocently at the door of her room with a blanket in her arms, looking at the young Mr. Detective. “Very green and ecological.”

"Silly girl." The half-elf smiled, and he leaned close to Miss Witch's ear and whispered: "It means that I can control it with the same source of magic power. It is very wise that you didn't choose to visit the Ivy before going ashore. of."

"After all, the current me..."

Little Holmes lowered his head, and imprisoned the Miss Witch who realized that he was almost abducted, between the door panel and himself.

"I don't know why I feel the atmosphere is a little dangerous." Ursula said, she took the initiative to tiptoe: "So you want to kiss me?"

The girl who clearly said that the atmosphere was dangerous, put her arms around Mr. Detective's neck with great enthusiasm.

"If you don't take the initiative, I will take the initiative."

"..." Mr. Detective froze with his silver eyes lit up.

Then he sent the girl into his room, and closed the door for her in the corridor very intimately.

"Aren't you sure you don't want to kiss me?" Ursula suddenly opened the door again, snuggled through the small crack, and smiled at little Holmes who was about to leave. "Maybe just as you are nervous, there will be no chance to go ashore~"

"So, really, really really, no..."

"Hurry up and have a good rest, but you didn't sleep last night, we'll be there tonight." Eric quickly interrupted her, and stuffed Miss Witch back with red ears.

"Then wish me a sweet dream, Mr. Penny Detective."

Ursula smiled against the door.

"I wish you a sweet dream... my dearest Miss Watson."

Miss Witch closed the door contentedly, and started to catch up on sleep.

At 9 pm local time, the passenger ship Perel arrived at the port in Egypt.

"It seems that I need to stay in this hotel for one night today. I didn't expect it to be this time." Dr. Watson said looking at the dark sky. He was thinking about how to find a reliable hotel when he suddenly heard someone call his name.

"Here! Here! Dr. Watson! Mr. Holmes."

A man's voice that sounded very enthusiastic suddenly sounded from not far away.

The two Watsons and the two Holmes turned their heads to look to the right at the same time.

"It looks familiar," said Ursula, who was still selectively blind to Westerners.

"It should be familiar." Eric replied: "Remember the Whale Hotel?"

"Ah, the one in Mannannan Village! Could it be..."

"Long time no see, Mr. Opal." Mr. Reliable Sir, Mr. Holmes took the initiative to shake hands with the visitor: "I didn't expect to meet you here."

"I didn't expect it either, it's so surprising!" He was Edward Opal, the folklorist whom Ursula and Eric met in the hotel when they first met, who admired Ursula's father. "Ah, and Miss Watson, Mr. Holmes, how are you?"

"Are you..." Ursula asked cautiously, having a bad premonition.

"Come to pick you up! I asked Professor Watson to invite you!" Mr. Opal said with a smile: "Please come with me. The car is here. I have already arranged a hotel in the city. I feel wronged that you stay there first." Stay overnight, and we will leave for Cairo after breakfast tomorrow.”

Two French-made Peugeots were parked there, one with a driver in livery, the other with an empty driver's seat.

"Have you been in Egypt for a long time?" Eric took the initiative to occupy the co-pilot of the car driven by Mr. Opal after packing his luggage.

"It's been more than a month. It should be said that I made up my mind to contact Professor Watson after I left Mannannan Village." Mr. Opal started the car and said, "He is really an excellent gentleman, and he very kindly invited me to join him. Local cultural excavation work.”

"Is that so?" Eric smiled.

"..." Ursula hugged her handbag tightly in the back row. She was very glad that the Cthulhu literature in this world had not yet been born, otherwise folklorists, witches, detectives plus Egypt, this kind of multi-layered With the existence of debuff, it is good to destroy the group every minute.

"Speaking of..." Eric's tone suddenly dropped: "I haven't formally met Professor Watson since I got engaged to Ursula, and it happened that he and Mrs. Watson went to Egypt at that time."

"Ah! Is that so?" Mr. Opal was shocked: "Then how did you get engaged... Oh sorry, I shouldn't ask about such a private matter."

"Ursula's uncle and my uncle have been friends for many years," Eric said.

"Oh oh oh! I understand!" Mr. Opal imagined the engagement process of the two people himself: "That's why you are so depressed, it's okay, since Professor Watson has agreed to the two of you through a letter, then I'm sure I won't embarrass you. He has a very good personality!"

No, it's a big problem, Ursula looked up.There was no letter of consent at all, and her daily correspondence was also communicated with her mother and adults. Her father did not give any feedback at all.

There is also the so-called gentle temper and good character. Her family knows her own affairs, but she has never seen it in her father.

In this era, unless you have mines, every archaeologist needs the support of nobles and rich people to go to Egypt for archaeological work.

When it is difficult for others to find a single sponsor, her father has a total of three sponsors, one of which is Ursula herself, who is sponsored purely by family affection, and the other two are completely sponsored by Professor Watson himself. Go out and use your own eloquence to fool you.

Instead of excavating the pyramids, but simply investigating folk culture, there are two very rich and well-known sponsors.

Ursula, who recalled that her old father had no social skills inherited from her at all, decided not to say anything. After all, the dragon always needs to defeat the brave to get the princess.

She quietly watched the little Mr. Holmes' lively clichés all the way, until the two of them separated at the hotel, and then sent Mr. Detective a sentence that seemed to be true: "Do you know? My dear, my father~ He likes to collect folks very much." sheet music."

Under Eric's suspicious gaze, she added without changing her face: "It would be even better if the person who sent the score could sing."

Miss Witch touched the handbag, which contained a stack of love letters written by the other party, and said so.

absolute!It's definitely not because she heard from the umbral youth that Erik could sing pirate songs and dance the elves' sacrifice dance when he was a child, so she wanted to hear it. She is just a kind witch who can't see young people worrying about love That's all.