Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Ursula tolerantly did not ask about the other party's next actions, nor did she transfer her anger towards Eric in this timeline to him in the future.

Extremely reasonable, or overly reasonable.This made little Mr. Holmes suddenly feel uneasy, and this uneasiness came to the fore after Miss Witch took his most friendly farewell.

In the store, Ronald Thompson was still strolling among the dazzling array of magic props. After checking No. 17 mirror-like enchanted items, he straightened up.

"Excuse me in your store..." He stopped talking suddenly, and a white hand stretched out from the heavy curtain behind the texture.

An inexplicable sense of anticipation suddenly surged in this extra paladin's heart, and his gaze stayed in that direction uncontrollably.

The curtain was quickly opened a gap, and the black-haired girl walked out with an extremely brisk pace, followed by the person who had just talked to her, in Thompson's opinion, from the hairstyle to the tone of the speech, it was very Quirky young man.

By the way, it was still very unfriendly, or only unfriendly to him. He watched the other party greet the shopkeeper very politely, took a few steps forward, then lowered his head, and whispered something to the girl with a gentle expression.I couldn't help but began to think about when I offended this gentleman, or why I was met with a humorous ridicule by the other party, but it was actually a more threatening warning from the bald head.

At this moment, he noticed that the girl was walking straight out of the store, as if she was going to leave just like that, her body moved first, he took a step forward, and the words came out of her mouth.

"Miss Black Cat!"

Ah Ursula stopped in surprise.

"Are you calling me?"

"Yes, Miss." The gentleman's expression changed from hesitation to full of determination: "My name is Ronald, Ronald Thompson, I know this is a bit presumptuous, but I still want to exchange names with you... ...After all, ahem..."

He smiled a little embarrassedly: "This is the first time I entered a magic props store, and then I met such a magical and beautiful you. I think, isn't this just the will of the gods?"

After saying this, Thompson felt his face heat up. He no longer dared to look at the girl, and lowered his head.

Then, Thompson's eyes jumped into a halo of silver and gold intertwined, which belongs to precious metals under the light.

"Huh—" His attention was attracted.

The "Miss Black Cat" whose name he wanted to know wore a strange necklace, half gold and half silver, and the gold seemed to flow and transfer.

He was a little curious, but he didn't intend to study it carefully. After all, it's not appropriate to stare at a lady's neck.

"His reaction..." Ursula looked at Ronald Thompson's expression and was troubled: "If it's not that I'm being sentimental, it's that he seems to have a crush on me. But Miss Rose said..."

Thinking of this, she turned to little Sherlock Holmes, who stared at the extra paladin with a cold expression. Ursula narrowed her eyes. If she remembered correctly, she saw a similar expression on his face last time, as if she was meeting him. When the Paladin of the Bruno family.

If this isn't Eric's standard expression when facing a paladin, it's...

Ursula thought she might experiment.

"You can call me like that." Miss Witch put on a very mysterious smile: "I quite like you as Miss Black Cat, isn't it cute?"

She quickly glanced at little Sherlock Holmes from the corner of her eye, and sure enough, the other party's eyes became colder.

"Ah! Good! Miss Black Cat! Nice to meet you!" Thompson was taken aback for a moment. He didn't expect to get such an unexpected answer, but he quickly answered the call.

"How can I see you again?" He saw the black-haired girl smiled, and then hurriedly asked as if he was going to leave.

"What's your relationship with Miss Rose?" Ursula stood still and answered the question.

"Miss Rose, do you mean the daughter of Professor Rose's family?" The young man was even more stunned: "I probably met him a few times as a nodding acquaintance. Miss."

"So you also know Professor Ross?" Thompson found the point.

Ursula got the point, too, casting a meaningful glance at the blond young man, then at Eric muttering in an overacted exaggerated expression that Ursula could absolutely hear He hummed in a clear voice: "So it started at this time, heh, what a black cat."

"That's right, I know you." Ursula turned her head to look at this handsome blond young man, and smiled, "Since it was arranged by the gods, let's leave it to the gods when we meet next time~"

Then he walked out of the store without hesitation.

Little Holmes did not follow, he stayed where he was, looked at the top of Ronald Thompson who was hesitant to pursue with a strange look for a while, and smiled.

He kissed the coin he took out of his palm lightly, and then turned back to Sid's shopkeeper who was watching the scene.

"Boss, if you don't sell it, what about the exchange? Do you want to trade the real one for the fake one?"

The silver fifty pence fell back into the half-elf's pocket, and the words 2019 on the back flashed a mysterious streamer when the pocket was closed.

Ursu ​​pulled out the door, looked back at the Black Swan grocery store, which was very different from inside and outside, and began to organize his thoughts.First of all, her client, Ms. Rose, didn't tell the truth. Eric's hint was very obvious. Not only is that Ronald Thompson a bachelor now, but he may, no, will definitely be one of his rivals in love in the future.

The other party will also call himself "Miss Black Cat", which makes him very unhappy.Although I don't know what will happen next, whether that Mr. Thompson will be cursed by the British man's bald head, but Eric may have hidden things from her about other things, but he will definitely not lie about this kind of thing.

"That doesn't make sense. Since there is no love that the family opposes, why did Miss Rose entrust me to pay attention to her?" Ursula thought as she walked, but she really didn't understand what the other party was trying to do.

She didn't think about it at all, she put it aside for the time being, watched the development of the matter quietly, and acted accordingly.

Huh!Ursula suddenly thought of something. If there were no accidents, Eric in this timeline would suddenly appear in London the day after tomorrow at the latest, that is, the moment when the future Sherlock Holmes returned.

"Sometimes an apology depends on the timing~Mr. Detective." She turned her head, took a deep look at the swan symbol on the signboard, stroked the golden necklace on her neck that was gradually losing its golden luster due to being away from the half-elf in the future, and smiled. : "For your good life in the future, you have to pay a lot now, right?"

Although he encountered a dead end on the one hand, but on the other hand, he had already thought about how to deal with that stupid detective the day after tomorrow, which made him very bright.So, when Miss Helena arrived at the entrance of the theater, what she saw was a Miss Witch whose every cell was brimming with joy.

"I don't know why I suddenly feel a little dazzling." Miss Helena moved her eyes and said, "Witches have dark attributes and don't emit light, right?"

"Probably?" Ursula blinked: "I think it still depends on the magic attribute."

"Oh..." Miss Helena, who was actually complaining, raised her eyebrows. She observed her friend's expression, and then didn't ask her why she was so emotional, and turned the topic to tonight's business.

"Do you think we can actually see each other today?"

"I think it can," said Ursula. "I brought a very useful prop. It will definitely attract the other party."

The two girls slipped out of the theater in the middle of the performance, holding hands, instead of looking for the driver who was chatting with other coachmen on the other side of the street, they trotted to the next street and got into the A deserted alley.

"It's the first time I've stayed on the street so late, in such a dangerous-looking place." Miss Helena gasped with the excitement of taking part in the adventure.

"It's also the last time. It is indeed very dangerous." Ursula took out a small lady's gun and opened the insurance: "Will it work?"

"Yes, and I brought it too!" Miss Helena took out a handful of women's guns of the same style from her small bag with sparkling eyes.

"You stand behind me. No matter what you see later, you are not allowed to express your opinions, but you are allowed to scream." Ursula didn't plan to bring Helena here at first, but this lady poet who pursued romance and excitement experienced After the action to help his friend regain his talent, it was obviously on the head.

According to Mrs. Bertha's response, during her absence in London, the frequency of Helena's participation in all kinds of strange psychic ceremonies has increased significantly, which is almost similar to the similar activities she participated in a few years before her life. the total amount.

Instead of letting Helena bump into it, one day it will happen for real, why not take her to see more and teach her some survival skills to avoid danger.

"Words are a curse, and it is risky to talk to beings on the magical side. When you don't know the purpose of the other party, silence is the safest way to get along." Ursula looked at Miss Helena who was holding a gun and was happy.

"Okay!" she nodded with the utmost obedience, and pressed a question hastily when Ursula said to begin.

"Guns are useful for goblins, aren't they?" She looked at the guys with the insurance on the two hands, and asked curiously.

"Ordinary bullets are useless."

"So yours is unusual?"

"No, common one, just like yours," said Ursula.

"Hey, isn't that useless?"

"Did I mention that this is anti-goblin?" Miss Witch tilted her head and looked at her curious friend: "Didn't I say that this time and this place are very dangerous."

"We're guarding against bad humans who might break in."

"Oh!" Miss Helena was a little disappointed, but immediately cheered up: "We can start!"

"I'm starting to summon!" Ursula took out a tarot card from her pocket after making sure that Miss Helena stopped talking.

She threw the tarot card into the sky, looked up at the long and narrow starry sky covered with mist exposed at the top of the alley, and recited the spell that was circulated among London girls.

"Margaret, Margaret,

The flower of divination blooms tonight,

Petals are the answer to what fate bestows.

Margaret oh Margaret,

The flowers of divination wither tonight,

Did you hear my call? "

Helena stared over her friend's shoulder into the darkness deep in the alley away from the street lights.

Jingle bell~

Bells rang, she had heard the bells that the country carts of sellers would carry from village to village.

Dinglingling~ The sound was getting closer and closer, her eyes widened, and a starlight lit up from the darkness under the mist.

"Stardust Lamp." Ursula didn't look back: "It's a magic lamp made from falling meteors."

Miss Helena pursed her lips, restraining her excitement, and it was actually summoned, it was actually real.

"I hear you, lost bird, please confide your troubles to Margaret~" A small girl in a robe that looks like a palette knocked over her clothes is sitting in a typical jeep On the driver's seat of the divination carriage, he extended his hand to them.

She has long, curly hair that is very thoughtful, peering in all directions under a peaked hat.

Ursula took a look at the other man. The clothes were similar, the height was the same, the hat was exactly the same, but it was completely broken down from the hair, where yesterday's Miss "Margaret" had extremely smooth and shiny blond hair.

However, Ursula caught the slowly falling tarot cards that had lost their magic power, and sighed, this should be the real fortune teller.