Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Familiar detectives in the world have two basic forms of reasoning, human nature reasoning and physical evidence reasoning. The former can sit in an easy chair and look for clues on the suspect himself, while the latter requires a lot of energy.

Needless to say, Mr. Sherlock Holmes is clearly a feisty materialist, measuring, changing dress, and traversing the streets of London.And Eric Holmes, the young detective who chose to work with his uncle, is obviously also a practical and active type.

This leads to the fact that if you decide to participate in watching their reasoning process, you must run back and forth, with excellent stamina and physical strength. Unfortunately, Ursula has neither of these two points. She is just a physical strength whose output is all on critical strikes. waste.

Just today, Ursula counted on her fingers. They went from the victim's house to the Nile River to the boat in the morning, and then returned to the Nile River.

It was less than 8 hours, except for the time Eric was thinking, giving her a break and running.

"I think..." Ursula expressed her opinion when the two of them said goodbye to everyone on the Ivy and walked to the place where the local sacrificial event was held tonight: "If the detective agency of the two of us If I want to keep driving for a long time, I have to learn from your father, not Sherlock."

"I'm a witch! A complete legal system." She plausibly said: "Isn't this kind of profession generally hidden behind the scenes, and contributes to playing with people's hearts and providing you with props?"

"I remember when you encouraged me to grab apples with the Bruno brothers and sisters of the paladin family, I seemed to have declared that I was also from the French family." Eric glanced at the girl whose face was rosy because of the brisk walk.

"That's different. You also ordered the elf's agility skill and Sherlock Holmes's inherent attribute of fighting."

As usual, Eric ignored the unnatural words in Ursula's words, and directly used the key words to understand her meaning: "But without a Watson, my fun will be much less."

"It's fun, but it doesn't mean that our two legal systems can only walk with our feet. This is already someone else's fun." Ursula disapproved: "And it's very image-destroying, I don't want to wear this kind of dirt-stained clothes." shoes to participate in activities where there will be many half-peers."

She motioned Eric to look at the leather uppers that she could no longer see clearly: "You too, look at the mud spots on your pant legs, we've only walked along the shore for 5 minutes."

"Well, I won't tease you, but I have prepared transportation." Little Holmes turned his head and estimated the distance between them and the Ivy and said, "But we have to be farther away from the ship."

"What are you thinking about?" Ursula watched his behavior curiously.

"Taking into account the sirens, they are somewhat allergic to creatures with fish tails other than fish," Eric said.

Confused, Ursula followed him for a few hundred meters, until the mast of the Ivy began to blur, and little Holmes pulled her to squat by the river, took out a small paper bag from his pocket, tore it open, and poured it out. Some particles are in the palm.

"what is this?"

Ursula looked at him on her knees.

"I think this is a bit like...fish food?" She said with some uncertainty, those particles are round and colorful, and when you get close to it, you can still smell the fishy smell vaguely, which feels very similar to the fish food of later generations.

"You guessed it." Eric glanced at it in surprise: "This is a bait that has been pressed by alchemy. It is very small when dry, but it will expand when soaked in water."

It's really fish food. Ursula contacted the other party who mentioned the vehicle and fish tail just now: "Are we going to ride creatures in the water?"

"That's right, all you need is a simple incantation and these special algae-based fish food." Mr. Detective laughed. He soaked his right hand holding the fish food in the river water, while his left hand soaked it.

"Epona, I offer you the fruit of the mistletoe, and let the waves stay."

Epona, the goddess of horses in the Celtic pantheon, and the white fruit of mistletoe parasitic on the sacred oak tree in the elf world, has always been regarded as a symbol of the moon and the best sacrifice.

"Is the horse with the fishtail a seahorse?" Ursula stared quietly at Eric's left hand until those little moons turned into powder before she whispered.

Whoa!

A horse's head with a long silver mane emerged from the rushing water of the Nile River, although it pounced on Eric's right hand in the water as soon as it appeared, focusing on eating, and did not continue to float up to let the fish tail dry In the meaning of basking in the sun, Ursula still confirmed its identity.

It is the seahorse. This kind of water monster is completely different from the water-dwelling horse. They are hidden in the water splashes. Those galloping waves are the traces left on the surface world when they run in the inner world of the same plane. The most important thing is They are vegetarian.

Although the recipe is mild, you can't underestimate them because of this. They are easy to bully when they appear alone, but once they are gathered by caring people and rush to the land in groups with galloping waves, it will be a natural disaster.

"Come on, do you want to sit on your side?" Eric took the seahorse summoned from the Red Sea very well, he spawned a few seeds, and temporarily made a wide enough saddle and a simple rein with vines, and then Leaping onto the back of the seahorse with a snake-like tail very lightly, he stretched out his hand to Ursu on the shore.

"Wait a minute, you can't ride normally in a skirt." Ursula lifted the skirt to her thigh and tied it in a knot.

Seeing Miss Witch's bold and outrageous behavior, Eric hesitated to speak.

"uh-huh."

Ursula sat down cheerfully behind him.

"Mr. Detective took a quick look at Ursula's rather peculiar trousers in the style of early Georgian men's leggings under her skirt, and couldn't resist making a suggestion.

"Since you have to wear pants under your skirt, how about wearing men's clothing directly from tomorrow? It's rare in Egypt where I don't know anyone."

"Actually, that's what I planned. If I didn't think about meeting my parents and colleagues today, I would have planned to wear men's clothing directly, but the source of my strange appearance is still you."

After getting acquainted with little Sherlock Holmes, when going out with him, she abandoned the Hobble skirt, which was popular but hindered her movement, and began to choose a large skirt that could cover up her trousers. Some guy does a full martial art, or climbs a rock, or goes to a cave, and I'm always ready to ditch the skirt."

"Thank you for your hard work." Eric, who was actually aware of it, couldn't laugh or cry.

Along the way, the two chatted about some daily topics in this way, and swayed against the current to an open space.

They injected magic power into the piece of paper that was given by the beer peddler with magic patterns on it, and then pointed it at the moon. Under a burst of soft silver light, the space changed.

The empty riverside was crowded with people.

"It's really worth watching." Ursula said looking at the bustling crowd in the arena.

Except for those priests who obviously have the characteristics of local people, most of the people in this sacrificial activity seem to be foreign counterparts.Each one is either a cloak or a robe, but Ursula and Eric's normal clothes are quite special.

It is precisely because they are all dedicated to wearing professional attire, so Ursula can identify them from the props and clothing they wear. She has discovered several witches, and also seen several shamans and witchers. and psychic characters.

"Those are alchemists." Eric quickly observed the whole scene and whispered to Ursula. "Maybe still my alumni."

"How do you identify alumni?"

Ursula pretended to glance over the three people casually, and in order not to arouse their vigilance, she did not dare to stop and observe them carefully: "I remember your school is Cambridge Newton's Cambridge, what are the characteristics of a Cambridge graduate alchemist like to eat apple."

She glanced lightly, the youngest-looking one among the alchemists, he was eating an apple, and he was eating very attentively, while his two companions were looking at him with disgusted expressions.

"That's not true, but it does have something to do with Newton. The badges they wear are made of ancient gold coins." Little Holmes said with a smile. "To commemorate Newton, Master of the Mint, engraved with the sun, moon, hexagram, triangle and circle."

"You don't seem to be particularly interested in them." Ursula stared at Eric for a while and said, "I thought you liked doing chemical experiments with Sherlock so much, and you would also like dealing with alchemists."

"If it was a few months ago, I would be very happy to meet them, and I might take the initiative to say hello, after all, smart and curious people are very interesting. But, now..."

"I just think they are dangerous elements that I need to add to the variables and precautions in the plan." Eric shrugged. "Humans who don't know how to control their excessive curiosity are more troublesome than goblins who act recklessly."

"You see what I mean, my dear Miss Watson."

"I'll avoid them." Ursula understood that this inexplicable alien identity was really troublesome.

When the moon rose to the mid-heaven, the local priests in simple linen robes stood in a circle, holding a large golden plate full of sacrifices in their hands, and sang sacrifices under the leadership of the chief priest.

Ursula couldn't understand the ancient Egyptian language, but she could see the natural elements that began to gather under the almost full moon, among which the concentration of golden water elements unique to the Nile region was particularly conspicuous.

Eric didn't look at those elements, but stared at the guys in cloaks in the arena.

"The game begins." He shook the girl's hand and smiled softly.

"My dear Miss Witch, those hunters who are too proud and complacent are about to become hunted prey."

Ursula shook it back, then resolutely let go of Mr. Detective's hand, and walked towards the crowd of people wearing black cloaks of the same style.

Then it's up to her.

The special golden water element gathered more and more, the priest stopped to pray, and planned to bathe in the sacred power from the Nile with the younger generation.And the crowd visiting nearby can also enjoy the elemental power scattered and overflowed after being gathered by the sacrifices,

Due to the limitation of regional elements, after today, visitors who have been infected with local blessings will not get much benefit from these water elements with residual divine power, except that they will feel refreshed in Egypt.

However, things did not proceed as planned, and the piece of golden water element suddenly escaped from the control of the chief priest and moved towards the top of the crowd.

Before the high priest could react, splashing water poured over the heads of a group of people wearing black cloaks, forming small puddles at their feet.

Everyone present was stunned, and many people with different attributes took a step back in fright.

"How could this happen!" the priest murmured.

He raised his scepter and planned to gather the golden water that fell on the ground again and turn them into elemental molecules again. However, this sacrifice that was intruded by evil people was destined not to go well. Not only did the golden water not turn into elements again, Instead, there was another reaction.

Only then did the people present notice that from the beginning to the end of the accident, those black cloaks did not make a sound, nor did they change their posture.

gudu~

The person standing on the puddle fell into the small puddle that suddenly became a bottomless pool and disappeared.

While the priest was drawing the attention of the others, Ursula, who had snatched one of the men's cloaks, covered the hood and spit a bubble into the water.