Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"Thank you for your patronage." The young peddler with honey-colored skin took two glasses of beer from the barrel with a cup made of wood.

Ursula looked at the cup with some hesitation, her cleanliness was offended.

Under the process of industrialization, glass wine glasses did not enter the homes of ordinary people until now, but in this era of Egyptian street stalls, strong and cheap wooden wine glasses are obviously more suitable as containers than glass.

"This is a new cup, Miss." The vendor saw the customer's hesitation, he grinned, and pointed to the bucket under his feet: "The cups that will be reused are those pottery, please feel free to enjoy them."

He urged Ursula and Eric: "Guest, it will defoam after a long time."

Eric glanced at the other party, then raised his glass to Ursula with a look of persuasion: "Cheers"

"Cheers" observed carefully and found that the cup was indeed made of new wood. Ursula touched the cup lightly with him, and then took a big gulp.

"...this strong beer of Kemnis Horus, which is..., is mixed in..., and drank it on its foam!...Do your duty. You are spitting out Jannest plant, opium wine and The creation of the lotus trapper..." The peddler around watched them drink, murmuring some words in a very low voice.

"Hearst Papyrus"

Ursula couldn't understand the current local official language, but she knew a little about ancient Egyptian for magical reasons. As a witch, she keenly grasped the source of those vague syllables.

"You know" the vendor looked at the foreign girl in surprise, "ah, then you noticed that just now..."

"Are you talking about the cursed bug?" Ursula squinted her eyes and took another big gulp. She didn't know how the stall owner did it. The beer was still cold, and she poured down the pistachio and rose in one gulp. The aroma lingers on the tongue as an aftertaste after the initial refreshment.

"You...are a witch?" The vendor hesitated.

Ursula clicked her tongue and did not answer directly, but turned her head to persuade the young Mr. Detective to drink more: "The recipe of this beer is too old, Eric, we are tasting a glass of wine that the Pharaoh drank back then .”

"You are indeed a witch!" The peddler laughed, and he lowered his voice: "If I knew it earlier, I would let you read it yourself. It's such a long spell in this hot day that people's tongues are tied."

"You are not professional, as a half-peer." Ursula smiled: "Speaking of which, why do you, a priest, set up a stall here?"

"Isn't this for living?" The peddler said, "In this day and age, even temples are regarded as tourist attractions for Europeans. Those of us priest candidates who are unemployed at birth can only choose to be self-reliant."

"No." He said with a smile, "I went to see Amon because of poverty before I became a high priest. Now selling beer can save some stupid tourists who are entangled by curses. Seriously, you can also pretend to be a magic stick to make extra money, why not do it~"

"Sounds really reasonable." Ursula was persuaded by this reason: "Do you often encounter serious curses?"

"It's not too often, and it's not too rare, although saying this about your compatriots may offend you..." He looked at the faces of Ursula and little Holmes, and found that they both had expressions of encouragement. He smiled and said: "They really like to die, and they will never know what respect is. Even if they live in the best house here and promote 'noble civilization', they can't hide the barbarism in their bones."

"You should understand." He raised his eyes and said with a smile, "If the curse here is not triggered, it won't run to those tourists who linger on the ancient sites."

"Your words are quite impolite." Ursula, who never felt that she was in the same wave with those "compatriots", smiled. She and Eric exchanged a look, and then asked: "In this case, are you interested in accepting Single?"

"What order? Tell me first, and declare that I'm just an alternate priest, and I can't deal with any big troubles."

"Don't worry, at this stage we just want to buy a piece of news. A piece of news related to sacrifices and the Nile River."

"Did you know that there will be a night of tears sacrifice on the Nile River tonight?"

"Tonight? Ah, yes. Your news is not much worse than mine. This is the news that we, the poor old remnants, only know from inside." The peddler looked at the sun, poured himself a glass of wine and said : "Last month, ordinary people held activities. This month, according to the lunar calendar, we will come to the Priest Room again."

"Then, are you going to use living sacrifices?" Ursula asked.

"Ahem!" The peddler choked on the beer. "My dear lady, what age is this? The pharaohs are gone. How could it be possible to invigorate the offerings? Have you heard any strange legends?"

"No, a girl said it herself." Eric said at this time: "She said that she would marry the river god tonight to calm the curse on her father."

The peddler was choked again. He reluctantly put down his cup, jumped up and sat on the car: "Isis, we really just want to bathe in the tears of the goddess tonight and improve our strength. Now the river god But Habi, we don't intend to worship two gods at the same time."

"Ordinary people have already done the sacrifice of God Habi, and there is no need to do it again."

"But now there is such a person who said so, and we judge that there may be more than one girl like this." Eric said: "Let me tell you the truth. Today, I came to the riverside with this lady witch, just to wait for the rabbit. "

"In that case, what news do you want to buy?" the peddler asked tentatively.

"I recently came to Cairo, outsiders from the magic side who have bought sacrificial materials, and the Nile River is a suitable place for such sacrificial activities." Eric directly took out a small bag from his pocket, opened it, and revealed the golden inside. coins.

"This is the deposit."

"That's it!" The peddler was happy looking at the gold coins, and he thought about it carefully: "I can help you to ask the shopkeepers who sell magic materials for the first one, and the second one..."

"Let me take you to participate in the sacrifice!" He said enthusiastically: "The best place is the place where we will do our activities. Now that Cairo is messed up by outsiders, there are not many places that can smoothly activate the remaining divine power. Now Only that area can hold large sacrifices."

"At that time, you can observe whether there is any suspicious person near the sacrificial place."

"Is that good?" Ursula asked in surprise. "This kind of activity can be attended by outsiders like us?"

"Of course, only tickets are required." The peddler said calmly: "This is our regular fee item, and other colleagues from the magical side who came to investigate agreed to participate. If the price you give is high, you can directly stand next to the officiant Experience."

"As long as 12 gold crowns, it's not a loss."

"..." Ursula felt that the Egyptian magicians in this era of change were not easy, and she silently took out a money bag.

"It's fine to watch from the edge."

"One pound per person, thanks for your patronage." The peddler took out two small pieces of papyrus with some disappointment.

He collected the money with one hand and handed it to them with the other.

"This is a map and a pass key. If you are a witch, you should know how to use it, right?"

"I know." Ursula nodded, looked at the magic circle above it.

"There is also this gentleman." The peddler hesitated, "You have to use your own magic power. Although I think you are not simple, I can't tell your magic power."

"Don't worry about this, I have magic power." Eric said to him after putting away the paper.

Eric's magic power is the power of the land of fairies. It is different from the power that humans get by praying to the gods and speaking for the gods in the world. It is difficult for ordinary priests to feel.

"That's good." The peddler asked, "Do you need me to put away the cups for you?"

"Trouble." Ursula handed him the empty glass she had finished drinking, and watched the young man throw it straight into the Nile.

"Is this what you mean by recycling?" Ursula twitched the corners of her mouth, thinking it might as well be thrown on the ground halfway.

"Hey, this is actually a cup made of paper, and it's a cover-up." The peddler smiled shyly. "If you don't throw it in the river, it will lose its magic power after the sun goes down, and it will be exposed if you leave it indiscriminately."

"What about throwing it in the river?"

"It shatters as soon as it hits the Nile water and becomes food for the fish."

"What do you think, Mr. Detective?"

Ursula, who accidentally got the entrance ticket to the priest on the local magic side, asked Holmes after they said goodbye to the magic beer peddler.

"According to my observation of the one just now, what he said should be true." Little Holmes pondered: "It's a good thing that the people on the local magic side didn't join forces with him, but our plan to let the pirates confuse the water may have to be delayed." Be careful."

"why?"

"Because they are all priests, the remaining priests after the end of the Age of the Gods." Eric pinched Miss Witch's face lightly.

"The news of the alien star was first paid attention to by the priests on the island. When encountering such guys who deal with gods, be very careful."

"You may not know much about the meaning of Alien Star to them." Eric said: "Unlike those pirates, what they want is never the improvement of their own strength, nor the ambition to conquer the world, but... "

"The return of the gods."

Miss Witch was startled, she looked up at the serious Mr. Detective.

"In this era when humans intend to completely abandon the gods through technology, Alien Star is their only hope for so many years and the best sacrifice for the return of the gods."

"So, you should be afraid of me." The half-elf who was entrusted by the Goblin Township to find the whereabouts of the alien star held the girl's hand. "Miss Cautious, I may be more dangerous than that half-merman at the beginning."