Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Until the group of pirates from the Constellation star sea, where humans can only glimpse a glimmer of light in dreams, left with different intentions, and the priests finished their work and sent the victims home one by one, she was in a kind of An unusually quiet state.

Even the two alchemists who were still following them stubbornly after returning to the real world didn't allow her to express any opinions.

Yes, I don’t know the mentality of these alchemists, especially the youngest one. It is said that they participated because their sisters were taken away.After the other party was rescued, he asked his friend to send the sister home, while he followed them closely with the other.

Instead, the young detective got a little restless, and he messed up his hair.

Although he acquiesced to the three guys who seemed to be determined to follow them back to their residence, at least this shouldn't be the case along the way.

According to the normal development of the story, after a great detective successfully prevents a huge conspiracy, shouldn't he get a hug or even a kiss from the girl he loves.

"If you follow the development of a normal knight novel, it would be like this." Ursula was a little terrified by the slightly resentful stare of the other party, she took a deep look at the young Mr. Detective, and pointed out: "Unfortunately, I only follow the My own script, not your outdated expectations."

"You're angry." Eric said firmly.

"Obviously." Ursula decided that if she was asked why she was angry, she would do it right away.Her fist is very, very hard now and continues to need a punching bag, preferably the name of the punching bag is Eric Holmes.

"Darling, you look like you're about to punch me." Eric quickened his pace, walked in front of Ursula, and looked at her sideways.

"You observed very accurately." Ursula didn't mean to slow down her pace because of his movement, and kept walking forward at a constant speed but with extremely large strides.

"I think you definitely don't want to hear my apology." The young detective followed her with his hands behind his back.

"Yeah, because I guess you're not going to repent," Ursula said. "I think I need to rethink the pace of things between us."

"Ok?"

"I'm not interested in losing my husband at all, not even my fiancé."

"So..." Miss Witch smiled, and that smile was definitely not friendly.

Although the alchemists minimized their sense of existence and lowered their heads not to look at them because it was not a decent thing to follow and eavesdrop on a couple's quarrel, the instinct of eating melons in human nature still made them prick up their ears.

What is this lady going to say, are the two breaking up?

The youngest alchemist couldn't help guessing secretly that although he didn't know the specific circumstances of the conflict between the two, based on the words of the lady witch, "I don't want to lose my husband", he felt that it must be the new Sherlock Holmes he knew. Mr. has a big problem.

The alchemist touched his necklace pendant subconsciously, and instinctively began to think, a half-elf who has close contacts with the land of fairies, and a young witch who seems to have very powerful magic power, if he can reach a friendly relationship with these two people , what benefit can he gain from it?

"Calm down yourself first." He heard the cold voice of the lady witch: "It just so happens that you are about to start school when you return to London, don't you?"

"What do you mean?" Young Mr. Holmes' voice was obviously struggling.

"Until you calm down, don't go home on weekends." Miss Witch said very gently.

"This is not the same as what we said earlier..." Eric lowered his voice.

"Oh~" Ursula drawled her tone softly, "You also know what a good plan is called~"

The two looked at each other for a while, and Ursula said that she was very insistent and would not give in.

"I see, I will think about it carefully." The young detective glanced at the alchemists who were obviously eavesdropping, and suddenly raised his voice.

"However, I think you should calm down more!"

"That's good, the two of us finally came to an agreement." Ursula gave him a smirk.

The moon is fine today, very dedicated to lighting the way, going from blue to red to normal silvery white.

Therefore, when the two agreed that the other party needed to calm down, they had already arrived at the door of Professor Green's house.The lights on the second floor were still on, and Mr. Holmes leaned out from the balcony. Taking advantage of the moonlight that clearly illuminated the expressions on the faces of the two young men, he could not help but light a cigarette, and then spit out a few After a small smoke ring, he opened his mouth.

"...I think you should bring the guests up first."

"Not my guests." Ursula turned her head and glared at the alchemists with awkward expressions, and then threw a sentence at Eric: "You always like to hang out with guys I hate and do things I hate matter."

"We don't seem to have offended this witch." The oldest alchemist frowned: "She was very polite when we first met?"

The young alchemist smiled dryly, he felt that they might, should definitely be angered.

"Because at that time I still need to give some dignity to my "beloved" fiancé's future alumni." The girl who was still angry with Mr. Holmes had very good hearing, and she immediately locked on to the complaining alchemist.

The witch's golden eyes that flowed through the residual divine power of the old age were extremely intimidating. The old alchemist found that he was stared at by those burning eyes and suddenly lost the ability to move.

"And now, I'm not happy to do it." She showed full willfulness, and then slammed the door and left.

"Eric, let's take the guests into the living room." Mr. Holmes, who had been watching coldly, did not express any opinion on the awkwardness of the young couple. He stubbed out the cigarette butt on the plate placed on the small table on the balcony, and greeted his friend calmly again. nephew.

"Please come in." Eric sighed heavily: "Please don't worry, she is just like this. I hope I won't be dumped when I return to London."

"...But I don't think you have any intention of reconciling." The young alchemist thought for a while, but still couldn't help complaining.

"Why make up?" Eric said in a strange tone: "I just don't want to be dumped."

"Huh?" The young alchemist found this sentence difficult to understand. The two of them seemed to have a good relationship before.

"Oh, you don't know." The little black-haired Mr. Holmes pushed open the door that was slammed by the angry lady witch, and explained to them: "We two are married by contract, not by love."

"Marriage, the kind of benefit exchange?"

"So to speak," replied the detective calmly.

"..." He couldn't resist using some props to test the lie, only to find that Mr. Holmes was telling the truth.

"Come on, gentlemen. There is a prisoner who cannot be punished by secular laws and needs to be taken away."

"Little Mr. Ross."

The young alchemist was suddenly called by his name, and he looked up in surprise at a man standing on the stairs looking down.

"Professor Watson."

"It really is you!" Professor Watson laughed loudly: "Since you came with Eric, you must have seen Ursula too!"

"Miss Ursula Watson." The young alchemist finally realized that the fierce lady witch just now was an old acquaintance, the daughter of Professor Watson whom he met when he was a child.

"Hey, Blake, are you here too?"

From the shadows the elder alchemist stood within range of Professor Watson's lantern.

"Hi, professor, long time no see." His tone was extremely respectful.

"It's so rare that I could meet the two of you in Egypt."

"You know each other?" Eric asked curiously.

"Blake is my student, Mr. Ross." Professor Watson laughed. "It's my, er, son of an old friend."

"That's a coincidence." Eric touched his chin.

"How long are you going to stay in Egypt?"

"I'll be back next week." Blake said, "We're here to do business, and we've already done it."

"That's it." Professor Watson pondered for a while: "Then you can go back with Ursula and the others. Do you have a place to live? Do you want to stay at my house today?"

"No trouble, we..." Blake said.

"Excuse me!" This was Mr. Rose's voice.

"..." The two looked at each other because of the different answers, and it was Black who finally changed his mind.

"Then trouble you."

"No trouble, wait a moment, we'll pack up and go back, you young people have a car."

Mr. Holmes went downstairs to the living room after Professor Watson returned to the second floor. He just confirmed the names of the two people with Eric, and then stopped meddling and let the two people who met for the first time go upstairs. Went to contact Professor Green.

"The boundaries are beginning to blur." Mr. Holmes leaned back in his armchair and lit another cigarette. He did not smoke, but let the flame flicker in the drawing room which was lit only by a single candle.

"Yes." Eric whispered: "Soon there will be some troublesome guys who were originally active at sea going to London, and they won't be the first batch."

"Who is the root cause, do you know?" Mr. Holmes looked at his nephew.

"It's James Moriarty."

"Moriarty~" Mr. Holmes shook the cigarette ash, and smiled sarcastically: "If the harm prolongs their worthless lives, and those who pursue pure souls do not evade the call of God, then it is the survival of the inferior. Is not this unhappy world a dustbin of accumulating filth?" (Quoted from "The Case of the Creeper")

"I will prevent this from happening."

"That little Mr. Ross." Sherlock did not make affirmative or negative comments on his nephew's words, but suddenly mentioned the person who had just gone upstairs.

"He is a member of that club. Although he looks young, he is already more authoritative than his seniors."

"That's right." Eric understood that Sherlock meant that the two of them disagreed just now, but Mr. Black chose to be consistent with Mr. Rose Jr.

He waited for his uncle to continue to comment on the current situation, but he didn't expect Sherlock's next sentence to be.

"You are going to start school." Mr. Detective said: "Go to school well, I discussed it with Professor Watson, and we agreed that young people should spend time on their studies."

"It just so happens that you two are at odds?" said Mr. Holmes in an extremely cheerful tone. "Then let's not make up."

"..." Eric was silent.

Standing on the second floor, Ursula watched with surveillance eyes as the two alchemists branded a complex pattern on the back of Professor Green's hand.

"Is this punishment?" she asked.

"No, it's just a mark to prevent him from escaping." Mr. Rose said gently, "With this, we don't have to escort him personally. He will return to the London headquarters to surrender himself."

"..." Ursula snorted softly.

"Miss Watson, you don't have any opinion on us at all." He smiled wryly, "If it was because of your quarrel with Mr. Holmes, we would be wronged. We should be regarded as children anyway."

"Oh, you may not have understood just now, I hate you and he has nothing to do with it, I just simply hate alchemists." Ursula smiled.

"Why?" Mr. Rose Jr. was puzzled.

"Because people like you will always become greedy and want what you don't deserve."

"Do you think ordinary people like us should not be exposed to magic?" The young alchemist tentatively said, "You may have misunderstood us, we just want to..."

"Seeking the truth of the world," Ursula interrupted him.

"Such words were only useful before the nineteenth century. Those of you who chose to become alchemists at this time are just careerists. Each of you is likely to be the future Professor Green."

"Based on the kind of argument you advocate-the end of science is theology, how ridiculous!"

"I see, you really don't like us."

"That's right, so don't let me find out what you guys are doing in this matter." Ursula confirmed that the two people really took the matter of escorting Professor Green seriously, and turned around to leave.

"Miss Watson, please stay a little longer. As a witch, don't you believe in gods?" Mr. Rose stopped her.

"Before becoming a witch, I remember that I was still a human being. However, Mr. Rose, I am not interested in knowing what you are doing in Egypt, so if you meet me in the future, please pretend that you don't know me."

After speaking, Ursula left without looking back.

"So, are you really not curious?"

A group of people from London during the day were taken by the Watsons to visit the Egyptian monuments.

Eric pretended to be inadvertently standing behind Ursula who was squatting in front of the mural, and asked curiously.

No, she was curious to death.

Ursula sighed as she looked at the murals on the walls of the familiar Sun Temple.

"You are interested in this." Mr. Opal, who had no idea what he missed last night, acted as the tour guide. He found that Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson had a good talk with Professor Watson and his wife. It seemed that he was not particularly needed, so he went back to the young man.

"There are many versions of this painting, and it is also a very controversial mural in the archaeological world."

"How long has it been controversial?" Ursula asked.

"How many years has it been? This temple was discovered quite early." Mr. Opal thought for a while and said.

"The most popular theory is that Isis stabbed Osiris in order to prevent him from being affected by Ra's power."

"Who made this statement?" Eric couldn't help laughing and asked Mr. Opal.

"It's me." A man's voice sounded.

"This is not what I proposed. It should be said that I interpreted it from the clay tablet. There is a clay tablet that records such a story in the clay tablet excavated in the living area behind the temple."

"It was left by a priestess named Ivy." The gray-haired strange gentleman said, "It's an interesting name, isn't it? It's very rare among common names in ancient Egypt."

"..." She seemed to know who it was, Ivy, Ivy in the clouds, the only one who was free to do this kind of thing at that time was the umbral.

Boundaries have been broken unexpectedly, and fiction has affected reality.

Ursula stood up, looked at the three alchemists who were talking with Miss Sarah Rose not far away, and regained her energy.

"Hello, Professor Ross, I have known you for a long time."

Therefore, she was really curious why a child from an archaeological family became an alchemist.