Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"Guest, what do you want to divination? Wealth or love, or something more troublesome? It must be something more troublesome."

The fortune teller shook his shaggy hair and jumped out of the carriage.While muttering, she opened the door of the carriage and moved out a small round table and two chairs that were too simple compared to the decoration of the carriage.

Ursula watched as he frantically pulled out a blanket that matched the carriage?Or is it a tablecloth?Anyway, the last piece of wool woven material full of patterns of the sun, moon and stars was spread out on the round oak table.

"Sit down, please!" Her eyes shifted from Helena's sparkling eyes with excitement and settled on Ursula.

"But there is only one location. Margaret only breaks the fog for one person a day, and Margaret only answers one question at a time." The fortune-teller placed the standard crystal ball in place and said with a smile.

Ursula glanced at the crystal ball, which was filled with white mist, just like London at this time.

"What if the price is this?" She took a photo of the "bait" on the table.

"It's worth three questions." The curly-haired fortune-teller stared at the maternal love card that Ursula got from the demon knight's pocket during the disappearance of the bride, except for the one that Ursula had manipulated at that time. The deck from Sherlock, the cards other girls receive are copied from this mother deck.

"The handwriting of those Hermesists, this drawing habit is a typical early academic style of the clock tower of the Palace of Westminster. But looking at the year, it should be an old object, ah, see here is the signature, mg , a traitor in the early years." When he got this card, the young Mr. Detective commented like this

According to Eric, a native of London, the clock tower of the Palace of Westminster, which everyone thought was built only a few decades ago, has actually existed on the same coordinates in London for hundreds of years.

"Academic mages of the urban school." He said this with a lot of sarcasm: "The "normal" mages who can serve the outside world and the crazy criminals in London are born every time they leave the tower. It's a perfect seven-three points."

"No exception." Little Holmes returned the Tarot cards to her, and his tone became cheerful again: "But things are still good things if they are used correctly. Want to collect a set? I can help you."

Miss Witch, who has lived for many years in a world full of blind boxes, game x king cards, and so-and-so crisp noodles, and even later developed into a virtual card draw on the Internet, has no desire for this.

"My liver hurts when I collect a full set of illustrated books." She looked at the magic props with only one card in her hand, then thought about the number of complete tarot cards in a set, and decided not to enter the pit from the beginning better.

"I think that since I'm an adult, the script of my life should not be an elementary school magical girl's journey to collect cards or some kind of time-space love between a human witch, a half-demon, and the jade fragments of the four souls..." Ursula complained, and then I found that the latter sentence seemed to be wrong.

"What demigod?" Eric didn't understand Ursula's point, but the words demigod and witch caught his attention.

"Ahem, it's not important! All in all..." Ursula pressed Eric's shoulder: "As long as you don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder for completing the complete picture book, your liver won't hurt."

Under Ursula's firm determination, the half-elf showed an extremely suspicious expression of regret, and gave up the idea of ​​giving her a collection card book.

This is why this card can now be paid to the fortune teller as a price.

Ursula looked at the curly-haired fortune-teller with frighteningly bright eyes, and suddenly had some doubts.If you follow Sherlock's habit of collecting case memorabilia and classified materials, Eric really doesn't have the same collection habit.

"Have you thought it through? Did you really decide to take it as a price?" The fortune-teller confirmed: "You are also a witch, and tarot cards are also useful, and the girl behind you has a talent for prophecy. Have you figured it out?"

"It's very clear!" Ursula pushed the card over without hesitation. The trouble of collecting this kind of tarot card is no less than those cases of magic test, not to mention the other 21 major arcana cards and 56 cards. Where is the Minor Arcana? The troubles caused by the lover card can show that the owners of other cards are by no means kind.

"Then I won't be polite. Hehehe!" The fortune teller smiled more sincerely: "Actually, I am collecting this deck."

Ursula looked up at her, not surprisingly.

"Counting your lover, I've already collected all of the Major Arcana." She said triumphantly, without any intention of hiding it, but with a kind of showing off.

"..." Ursula suddenly felt that if she only changed three questions, she would be at a loss. In this situation, the lion should speak loudly when she was only one achievement away from achieving the illustrated book.

"Don't look at me like that~" Little Curly looked sharp at the guest opposite, and giggled: "To celebrate my achievement of the goal of the collection stage, how about I give the standing lady a fortune-telling?"

"Plus my divination priority in the future." Ursula said, pointing the tarot cards.

"No problem!" The fortune teller agreed very readily, and took out a small bell from her layers of clothes: "If you want to find me in the future, you don't need to wander around the alley in the middle of the night. You can go to London to find a bell." a flower, and then shake the bell twelve times at the flower."

"So, dear guest, what's your confusion?" She carefully put away the lover's card that Ursula pushed over, then put her hand on the crystal ball, and started the business model.

"Who is Moriarty recognized in London?"

"The first question is so troublesome!" The fortune teller made a headache: "Oh, why don't you ask about love? Don't young girls want to know who their future lover is?"

"Not at all!" said Ursula. "Can't you answer?"

"Okay, okay, it's a business after all, and the customer's wishes are the most important thing."

The fortune-teller sighed pretentiously, sat up straight, and focused all his attention on the crystal ball.

Helena, standing behind Ursula, covered her mouth tightly to keep herself from screaming.

Because she found that she could actually see the mist inside the crystal ball that should be nothing but a vast expanse of whiteness to others other than the owner of the crystal ball.

There are dazzling colorful images hovering in the transparent crystal ball. She stared at those images, reluctant to look away. Finally, the transformation of the images began to slow down, and she could see the specific content inside clearly. It is a street scene that people who live in London are all too familiar with, and the iconic building of London - Big Ben, which has been telling the time for the city of London since 1859, regardless of the weather.

"My eyes are actually opened~" After writing down the origin of "Moriarty" in a puzzle poem, the curly-haired fortune teller glanced at the lady who had been silent all this time.

"This kind of talent, ha, it seems that she can do it herself without me divination. Well, this is the answer to the first question, and now I can ask the second question."

"Let's save it for now~" Ursula didn't rush to read the answer, but planned to take Helena away. At this time, it would not be fun to put a fortune teller who suddenly awakened in the gap between London and London that was deliberately opened.

"One question is enough for today."

"Don't you really need to ask about love?" The fortune teller rested his chin and stroked his crystal ball: "I can see your fate line representing marriage flickering, thick and thin for a while, tsk tsk tsk, At this time, a divination about love is very important~"

"Just as long as it's not cut," said Ursula, very grimly. "I have no intention of marrying at all."

"Hahahaha," the fortune teller looked at her intently for a while, and laughed loudly: "I understand, but once you have plans, remember to send me an invitation, I'm really very, very interested in it."

"What... what... invitation card?" Miss Helena recovered from a trance state, she felt suddenly very, very tired, and her eyes were extremely sore.

"Is it over?" She forced herself to ask, looked at the crystal ball that was still on the table, and rubbed her eyes suspiciously.

Now it is in a state of emptiness again.

Ursula watched her carefully, thought for a while, and greeted the fortune-teller who was about to close the stall.

"Since the given divination is useless, can I exchange it for another gift?"

"Wow!" Helena could barely lift her eyelids, but she was very excited. She couldn't sit up straight in the carriage home, so she just leaned on Ursula's shoulder and fiddled with the mysterious parting voice. Margaret sent her substitute - a tattered piece of paper.

"It turns out that Big Ben is the Academy of Magic! The prop room at the backstage of the Huguenor Theater actually also buys divination props. The owner of the bookstore on Charing Cross Road is actually a mage,"

"No wonder...well, ha...yep...the legend of Margaret...yes, I heard it in the theater." She fell asleep while talking.

Ursula looked at the girl who had exhausted her energy due to her newly awakened prophecy talent, helped her tidy up her cloak, lit a small golden flame, and let it float in the air, which not only illuminated but also prevented Helena from being in the carriage. Sleeping with a cold.

Then he took out the answer note describing the question and looked at it by the light of the fire.