Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Miss Black Rose was left to walk back and forth on the promenade on the banks of the Thames, her magical aura, which was particularly bright for those close to her, showed her presence to the elves along the wind and the river.

And Ursula's body quietly stepped onto the path of the goblin, and she unfolded the map. For her who is a fire element, the warm midday sun is the extension of her vision.

Even in the same space, goblins move forward differently from humans, quite wild and stubborn.

For the goblins, their round-trip routes are determined and will not be changed again. They are as precise as migratory birds, and they are also like migratory birds that have left for a season, completely ignoring the ever-changing impact of human beings on this world.

One more stone house here, one more steel bridge there will not change their habits, and the goblins who are in another latitude from the present world will pass through the interior of these buildings without seeing them and continue to move forward.This is the reason why there are all kinds of legends such as "surprise, the newly built house is haunted!" "Help, there are strange footsteps in the living room of my house at night." : Human! Are you polite?)

Ursula never took this kind of goblin's passage. First of all, people with magical powers can easily rely on this overly convenient way of travel, and then expose their specialness.The second is that if human beings walk through the fairy channel in the present world, although ordinary people cannot see themselves in another dimension, they will see signs of other images.This kind of mark is like the calling guard or Animagus in Harry Potter, which is quite a blind box.

Her mark, just like her luck in the lottery, is nothing new at all, just an ordinary cat, a little black cat with golden eyes, which is very consistent with the legendary image of a witch, but it has not been detained because of time travel or recently What kind of mythical beast treatment does the heroine of a novel have for her alien identity.

She doesn't even have a moon on her forehead!Ursula, who has become an atypical magical girl, looked at her human world projection in the window of a shop, wrinkled her nose, and her projection also made a cat-like rubbing of the tip of her nose.

Then, she continued to move forward along the trajectory of the etheric and wind elements that shine all the time.

Today is a rare sunny day in the foggy city of London in autumn. The bright sunshine speeds up the trajectory of the ether, and it also speeds up Ursula.People walking on the streets of London can only see a small black shadow jumping up to the ridge of the roof with great flexibility and disappearing in front of their eyes.

Ether, the fifth substance other than the four elements, is the walking medium of goblins. In this era, its composition is very complicated, it is both light and dark, it is not only the enjoyment of scientists, but also the light that poets entrust their thoughts to. Feather's carrier, all things that humans cannot directly touch and remove are transmitted by it.

Is this an alternative goblin version of surfing the Internet? Ursula wondered as she ran. After all, the Internet is not made up of individual Ethernets.

The goal is near, the plan to leave Miss Black Rose, who is like a shining magic light bulb, by the river was successful, the small dot on the pocket watch symbolizes Eric, a motionless one in the direction of a university town that is not shown on the map, and a moving one in London He was not in a hurry, and he didn't realize that he was about to be caught soon.

Ursula landed on the ground of a dim alleyway along a channel made of ether in a posture of sliding down a slide. She didn't show her figure immediately, but kept her posture in another dimension, passing through several The idler, who was drunk in broad daylight, avoided the wind flow in this area, and slowly approached the silver dot on the London map.

"Black Swan Grocery Store"

Ursula looked puzzled at a shabby-looking little shop at the end of the alley, and hesitated for a moment, wondering whether she should wait at the door or go in and arrest someone.

"Hmm." While hesitating, she caught a glimpse of a symbol in the corner of the dirty signboard from the corner of her eye, which was almost eaten by cobwebs and dust.

But because it was drilled down by some method, and it was coated with a layer of black lacquered metal with a strange luster, the general shape can still be vaguely seen.

It was a superimposed pattern of an inverted triangle and an unsealed regular triangle, which symbolized an element commonly used by alchemists—arsenic, which gilded metals in Egypt, and was a useful insecticide in China. In a detective story, it's murder's best friend—****.

But here, in addition to showing the identity of the shop owner, the symbol on the signboard should have played the role of the shop name. This symbol also has the meaning of a black swan. Even though the United Kingdom began to enforce children's education in 1880, the literacy rate in the [-]th century was low. Until now, even though Gutenberg improved the movable type printing introduced to Europe from the Silk Road in the [-]th century, which lowered the price of books, at this time, books were still a luxury that could only be enjoyed by the middle class and above.

Not to mention the fairy world, many alien creatures and even old psychics only rely on instinct. Compared with letters, a symbol that symbolizes a swan can make them remember the name of the shop better.

Ursula stayed under the signboard for a while. She felt that the strokes of this symbol looked familiar. Before she could recall where she had seen it, a more familiar person approached the signboard.

This is a young man with blond hair. When he saw a black cat squatting in front of the shop with its head up, he was stunned for a moment, and then his expression brightened.

"Are you going in too? Do you need me to open the door for you? This... Mr. Cat or Miss?"

It was Ronald Thompson, the part-time paladin in Bruno's sphere of influence. Ursula had seen his photo in Miss Rose's place, but the black and white photo didn't show how brilliant his blond hair was at all.

But if the other party can't see her in the fairy dimension, if she is not pretending, then this Mr. Thompson is a pure human paladin.

It was a bit of a coincidence that I hadn't planned to visit him yet, but I met him in this kind of place. Ursula stepped back to give up the position of the gate.

Mr. Thompson opened the door and waited for a while. Seeing that the black cat did not intend to enter with him, he stepped into the threshold.

"I'm an honest businessman, Mr. Holmes." The owner of the Black Swan grocery store twisted his beard and said with dissatisfaction in his tone: "I'm determined not to sell you fakes!"

He was short, barely taller than the counter, and wore a pointed hat like a wizard in fairy tales, but with a very fancy pattern, decorated with pocket watches, gears, empty potion bottles, and some birds. The feathers make it more of an aesthetically quirky lady hat.

His own height is also very similar to the image of dwarves or goblins in fairy tales, but the shopkeeper really has nothing to do with them.He is a "Sid", an ancient elf race who was placed by the sea god Mananan himself and gifted his homeland.

They collect unowned treasures forgotten by time, live in the elf fortress among the most beautiful mountains and lakes in Ireland, and are extremely good at enchanting objects.

There are still rural musicians who claim to be teachers or elders who teach their own music. They were once given magical instruments by "Sid", which can even play automatically.

Compared to the dwarf who also lives in the mountains of Ireland who likes to deceive people with magic gold coins that disappear after zero, this little "Sid" is very firm.

"I only sell real goods!"

"But your mirror is indeed a fake."

"So, I don't sell it, it's just a personal collection." The shopkeeper raised his eyes and glanced at the smiling half-elf under the magic lamp: "You are so strange, I have never seen anyone rushing to buy fakes."

"This is..."

The wind chime hanging at the door rang.

"A new customer has arrived." The shopkeeper waved his hand to the half-elf: "Look for yourself first, besides the mirror, I have bought a lot of good things here."

Sid with the white beard walked towards the visitor, who was obviously a first-timer and full of novelty. He was also surprised when he saw the unique power of the paladin, and secretly calculated that there was hope for business expansion.

This is the first paladin to enter his shop, and also the first paladin to see his shop, which is really rare.

"Welcome, distinguished guest, you..."

Jingling, the wind chime rang again, this time the sound was different from the previous one, a little more ethereal.

"Ah, the guests from the goblin passage. Welcome..." The shopkeeper raised his head with a brighter business smile, but only saw a piece of air.

"Huh?" He froze for a moment, then lowered his head.

A little black cat stood in front of him silently.

"You..." He narrowed his eyes, widened them, and suddenly turned his head to look back at another customer in his shop.

"Why! Mr. Holmes! Same!"

"What's the same?" The half-elf, who made up her mind to buy a mirror, took a few steps closer.

The ether dissipated, and a face just like him appeared in front of him.

"..." He took a step back in astonishment, but quickly realized that there was nothing unusual about him who was facing the other party directly, and he immediately changed his expression.

"Ursula." The half-elf with long black hair had a flattering tone.

"I caught you~"

With the same face as his, Miss Witch smiled maliciously.