Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Hook made an extremely pretentious gesture of holding his heart, looked at the back of the witch without any hesitation, squeezed his throat deliberately and said to the silent Mr. Detective: "Hey, Mr. Romeo, oh no, it's Miss Juliet, why don't you keep it?" ?"

"It's not necessary." Eric withdrew his gaze: "We have more important things to do. It's fine if you're here. I always have some concerns about partnering with her."

"What worries..." Umbrella did not lose his memory, he clearly remembered the tacit and unblinking behavior of this bastard couple who tricked him.

"She seems to really like me, you know, once the uncertain factor of emotion is added to the well-arranged plan, the development of things will be out of control." The young detective sorted himself out because in Stayed outdoors all night in a long skirt covered in cool dew, with a calm face, just now when he heard that he really had a fiancee, that dull expression seemed to be an illusion of umbral.

"Young master." The umbral took a step back, avoiding the light path coming in from the sun gate specially set up on the roof of the temple: "Forget me meddling in my own business, too rational will miss happiness."

"That's better than sentimentality." The young detective looked up at the sacred light path that symbolized the worship of the sun god, until the light path disappeared because the sun was fully rising, and he turned to his friend and said, "Come on, we need to exchange intelligence."

"Which aspect." Captain Umbrella felt that his heart was broken, and he hinted very positively: "Although I don't know about your love experience, I can completely restore everything you got along with me. oh!"

"The ability to restore you can still be used here." The detective who didn't understand the style at all caught the keyword.

"... Forget it, I don't care."

The umbral rolled his eyes towards the sky. When Holmes decided to ignore certain things, he could even forget such a major event as the earth revolving around the sun. How could he be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the earth and the sun.

Coincidentally, Ursula thought the same way, so she wanted to do something important so that the other party could not ignore her, and the stories of her predecessors would be the best reference.

Although there are many works in later generations, especially the death schoolboy, Irene always likes to position Irene as the only woman Sherlock Holmes has ever loved.But Ursula didn't think so, it couldn't be love, but a man who was the smartest but also the proudest man in the traditional Victorian era. After being shocked by culture, his worldview changed and...

Absolute frustration.

These Sherlock Holmes are all the same. If they don't hit their self-confidence in the overall situation, they always feel that they can save the world by themselves.

She thought that although Eric, a half-elf, had the same Bohemian spirit as Sherlock, he should not have such a "personal heroism" complex.

"Does he think he's Batman? What's the difference between getting out of my Gotham and getting out of my sanity!" Ursula's inner villain murmured angrily.

Wait a minute, isn't Batman's original character attribute also a detective?

"Sure enough...the so-called famous detectives all look the same?" Ursula pulled down her hood to cover her expression. She quickened her pace and walked towards a store that she had just asked about from passers-by.

"What do you need, guest." The carpenter raised his head from a pile of logs and greeted earnestly.

"I want a wooden scabbard." Miss Witch pulled out a wooden dagger from under the cloak: "To match this dagger."

"Is it for children?" The carpenter smiled. "Is it for my brother? Miss."

Ursula was noncommittal, but silently handed the dagger to the other party.

The craftsman was really shocked when he saw her draw a weapon at first. Metal weapons are extremely precious and controlled products in this era. Even a small arrowhead is very expensive, and only the nobles and soldiers in service can wear it. Anyway, it is absolutely impossible for a girl wearing an ordinary cloak to have it.

Egyptian short swords were usually made of bronze in this era when iron was extremely precious, and there were also dagger shapes.But the "dagger" that Ursula showed to the other party was more miniature and made of wood. It's no wonder that the carpenter thought it was a toy for children.

"Do you need to carve a pattern?" the carpenter asked.

"Yes, I wish you could carve […]" Ursula's eyes lit up, golden as the magic of the first ray of sunlight brought by the god Amun flowed through them.

Words are obscured by similar powers, and only the subconscious messages of the carpenter who accepts the order get it.

"Yes, customer, I will deliver it on time." The old carpenter murmured.

For the next ten days, Ursula was completely out of the activities of the alternate priests, and her work and rest were completely messed up. Only when Eric got up in the middle of the night to soak in the Nile, could he see the other bed in the room bulging. A small package, and the sound of peaceful breathing, to confirm the survival of the witch lady.

"Are you really, really ignoring her like this?" After a rehearsal, the umbral youth glanced disgustedly at the ten old acquaintance "girls" who were gradually replaced these days, and then looked at the girl who was supposed to be Miss Witch. The seat was empty, and he asked his friend in a very deep tone.

"She has the ability to protect herself, and she seems to know what she's doing. Why should I interfere?" The young detective put down the papyrus with the hymn written on it: "But I'm still curious."

"Curiosity?" the umbral repeated with a strange expression.

"Curious, how did she let the priest who was in charge of our rehearsal completely ignore that she didn't come to participate in this matter." Eric narrowed his eyes and looked at the priest who seemed to have a very strict personality. The clay tablet recorded: "Today all the alternate priests participated in the rehearsal of the Hymn of Amon." diary.

"Then why don't you ask her?"

"Wake her from her sleep? No, that would be rude."

"In this case, you can choose to ask the magic conch."

Miss Witch's voice sounded from behind him.

"Excuse me, what is a magical conch?" The umbral became interested when he heard about the sea and the magical, and asked, raising his hand.

"It's a better way of confirming whether the petals of Marguerite are odd or even." Ursula sat gracefully in her seat, and picked up the Egyptian harp that had been cruelly thrown on the seat for ten days .

"Is she mocking you?" The umbral poked Eric quietly.

"It really surprised me that you can recognize what sarcasm is." The young detective looked at Hook in surprise.

"..."

This time he really really didn't care!The umbral gritted his teeth and thought.

"You have learned the Egyptian harp." Eric watched the girl wipe the instrument with a cloth, and then began to tune it. It seemed that she was already very skilled.

"Yes."

The two looked at each other, and fell into a silence that seemed suspicious to the umbral.

"Are you going to stay here?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll excuse you first." Eric stood up, and the pirate captains also stood up. It's been like this since they arrived in the illusion, but it's not because these guys are convinced by Eric's personality, but... …

"Where are we going to search today?" An impatient pirate captain approached the detective and asked in a low voice, "Can this method of yours really succeed in catching the other party? Wouldn't it be faster to capture his men for questioning?" "

"Obviously we can see him every night on the banks of the Nile."

"Then how do you guarantee that the other party must know the news about Alien Star, and will not startle the snake?"

"You have to try." The pirate muttered, "It's enough for us to find some weird things every day. I'm here to find aliens, not to play house with children."

He was talking about Eric's arrangement for them. These days, Eric asked them to find things in the temple every day. These things were small and ordinary.

Sometimes it's a clay tablet, sometimes it's an Egyptian lotus just opening, sometimes it's even a stone.

Under the condition that Umberella promised to do so to see Alien Star, although no one knew what this half-elf wanted to do, they patiently did everything for Alien Star.

"Today I'm looking for a clod that's half-lit by the sun." After Eric finished today's task, the umbral asked, "Are you trying to use the soil between light and darkness as a medium for casting spells?"

"No." Eric smiled slightly when he heard his highly creative idea: "In fact, those are ordinary objects without any special meaning."

"what."

"Always find something for them to consume energy." Eric said: "Otherwise it will be very tiring to deal with them every day."

"Why didn't you tell me on the first day!" The umbral yelled angrily when he thought that he had been looking for these things for ten days.

"I thought you were so smart that you could guess it, my childhood friend." Eric exclaimed in an exaggerated tone, and then changed his tone before the umbral completely exploded.

"Actually, I kept it from you in order to numb them." He said very sincerely.

"Compared to this." Mr. Detective continued against Hook's suspicious gaze: "Didn't you say that you would tell me about my relationship with that girl?"

"Now you want to hear it again, but I don't want to talk about it." Hook was indeed distracted, he hummed.

"Please, I really want to know." Eric's tone suddenly softened, probably because he was used to it, and this soft request satisfied most of Umbral's vanity.

"Seeing how pitiful you are, I will forcefully tell you a little bit."

"thank you very much."

The young detective squinted and smiled.

"Praise be to Atum! He created the sky, He created everything that exists. He rose to become the land, He created the seed. Lord of all, He gave birth to the gods, He is the great god who created himself." ( Book of the Dead spell 79)

Ursula, who was left alone in the hall, chanted this incantation loudly. She chanted it very hard. It took a lot of effort to spit out every word. After she finished, she fell on the stool and tilted a bit. body.

"Wait, wait, wait, it will be finished soon."

The linen handkerchief that wiped the fine sweat was removed from her face, and Miss Witch's expression seemed to be strangely crazy for a moment, but it immediately returned to normal.

She suddenly made a movement of listening, and then she was amused by some sound.