Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

On this day, in the gap between London and London, a half-elf who was too young for a goblin had...abandoned...the face.

"Sorry! I know I was wrong!"

"what!"

Ursula looked at this thick-skinned man, who might be "Eric" from the future.

No, he's definitely from a future time.

The clothes on his body are the best proof, the style of the dress can't be faulted, it is completely in line with the style of this era, the color is quite satisfactory black, and the material is also the wool textile fabric advocated by the men's clothing custom shop on Savile Row in London, but ...

"160-count yarn." (Advanced wool textile fabric for suits)

"No, it's 180-count yarn, and it needs to be handled with care~" The long-haired half-elf raised his arm and looked at the cuffs. Under the light of the magic lamp, this pure wool suit actually had a silky texture. Xiola blinked: "I try to avoid strenuous exercise that may damage the fabric, so as not to be punished to kneel down on the durian when I go home."

"So, Darling, for the sake of durian's mental health... let's have a cup of afternoon tea together in peace, and then talk calmly," he said, saying hello to the shopkeeper and then facing a curtain beside the counter go. "what do you think"

The long-haired Eric lifted the heavy flannel curtain, and looked sideways at Miss Witch who stood still.

It wasn't just the length of his hair that had changed. The color of his eyes was much lighter than the iron gray that Ursula was familiar with from the Holmes family, and was closer to the color of quicksilver.

"For the sake of pomade not making you bald." Ursula raised her eyelids and walked into the curtain.

"..." When the cat turned into a young girl, Ronald Thompson, who had been quietly watching the cat without making any noise, moved.

After hearing the girl's pomade baldness theory, he couldn't help touching his neatly waxed blond hair to confirm that his hairline was still safe.

"It's really going to be bald." The black-haired half-elf noticed the young man's movements before lowering the curtain.

"However, don't worry, this is probably the fate of men born on the three islands of Great Britain~" The gentleman smiled brightly, and it seemed that he did not include himself in the sequence at all.

Ursula, who heard the movement behind, felt that the other party's personality seemed to have become more "bad". It seemed that in the future, not only would his hair, which symbolizes magic power, grow longer, but the elf half of his personality would also become more out of character.

Behind the curtain is this grocery store, which is actually a private room for secret talks and transactions provided by the magic props store for customers with various identities.

Listening to the introduction seems to be a very considerate service, but the owner obviously feels that he can only do this step. The doors of the small compartments are very small, as round as the lids of large wine barrels. Ursula checked with her eyes. You have to bend over to pass, not to mention Eric who is a head taller than her.

Wooden signs with different patterns are hung on these doors, all of which are bird elements.

Eric opened a door with a wooden sign of a singing red-breasted robin, motioned Ursula to go in, and turned the sign over to make sure it was painted on the back. The little robin was curled up in the nest and sleeping soundly, so he hung the sign on the front again and closed the door.

This is the only place in the store that makes people feel that the owner has a mischievous side of the goblin.

There are twelve doors and twelve signs behind the curtain, but if you think you only need to pick one at random, then your secret is in danger.

The bird on the twelve doors is a painting animated by magic elements. The back represents the quiet state inside the door, and the front represents the state outside the house.

If the bird on the back and the bird on the front are not the same, or even blank, it means that the bird that ensures the operation of the magic circle in the house has gone out to visit, and there is no guardian spirit to help you ensure the soundproofing and confidentiality of the box.

Your secret conversation is not only at risk of being eavesdropped, but even a little louder may pass through the wooden door that is actually not that thick, and passers-by may hear a few words.

"This is for me to see what drinks are available." He squatted on the ground and checked the small cabinet in the corner.

"I don't want to drink." Ursula leaned back on the chair, looking at the guy who advertised that he would be fined for ruining his clothes, with his long hair tied up with a thin golden chain hanging down his back.

"You shouldn't be here," said Ursula, straight to the point. "It's unreasonable, even the gods can't do it."

Although this world has magic and goblins, there may be some weird guys who can be called gods, but the concept of time travel does not exist. According to the laws of the world, time always advances in advance.

"No, the reason why I can come back is not because of those old-timers." The young detective stood up, and he didn't take anything from the wine cabinet. He sat opposite Ursula and watched carefully. looking at each other.

"I can do it only with the help of Alien Star."

"...what kind of help."

"Excuse me." The long-haired detective took out a silver coin, threw it in the air, and grabbed it.

"Are you asking me to guess pros and cons?" Ursula watched the other party's clenched fists in front of her.

"This is a very commemorative fifty-pence coin." The half-elf smiled. If it weren't for the illusion that Ursula had the illusion that the magic lamp on the table was too soft, the other party's eyes were indeed full of happiness. tenderness.

"It's a token of love between a Sherlock Holmes and a Watson." The little Mr. Holmes from the future said: "They got married because of this."

"..." Ursula suddenly remembered the commemorative fifty pence in her wallet, and suddenly realized a very serious question. How... did she travel through time?

Ursula could clearly remember what she had learned before time travel and the places she had been to, but she couldn't remember how she came to the nineteenth century at all.

"I... seem to have forgotten something." Ursula's tone sank.

"Don't worry, you'll remember when the time comes." Little Holmes withdrew his hand from holding the coin, and he had no intention of letting Ursula see it.

"Did you know? Alien Star is not an invader of the world, but an existence actively accepted by this world, favored and needed."

With all due respect, Ursula put down her hand that was rubbing her temples. A guy like her who hadn't even won another bottle before was really favored.And what does such a world with mature laws need her to do!Save the world?

"It's a bit of an exaggeration to say it's saving the world, but it barely counts! At least that's why I'm here."

"Remember when you said that our meeting was never a coincidence?"

Ursula looked up.

"Our meeting is inevitable, your past is your future, and your future tomorrow belongs to us." The future detective said.

The long-haired Eric indicated that he would leave the day after tomorrow and return to his own timeline, and he needed to arrange everything before that.

"It's like throwing fire-attribute magic materials into someone's water territory."

"It's just one of those rounds, but I've pretty much done everything else."

"It doesn't sound like a big deal." Ursula recalled how she saw the other party bargaining with the shopkeeper leisurely when she first entered the shop.

"Yes." Under Miss Witch's astonished eyes, Holmes admitted this very readily.

"I don't do these jobs and it won't affect you to solve some troubles that will happen in the future."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"Didn't you say it? Save the world." Little Holmes laughed. "I'm just joking, it's for you, my dear Ursula."

"The coin is already in your hands!" He looked at the girl who was trying to control herself not to touch the wallet with a smile.

"Ah, it looks like I received it, so you should have met my mother. I made a special trip to Avalon and asked her to deliver it. In order to meet the future...why do you have this expression?"

"Who did you ask to deliver it?" Ursula blushed.

"My mother..."

"Is her name Margaret?"

"No... her name is Flora." Little Holmes also realized something was wrong at this time: "What "Margaret", you didn't tell me that."

"It doesn't matter, the truth will be revealed tonight." Ursula covered her face: "Today is a moonless starry night."