Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Boom!

"That's the direction of the Black Swan grocery store."

"what happened?"

London, which should have just fallen asleep, woke up halfway. The goblins were more interested in watching the excitement than resting, and they poked out from all corners of London. The white marble lion head in the Barton Cafe on Russell Street His mouth was closed for a moment.Then the stone was dyed with the color of life. It roared three times and spit out a bundle of parchment before returning to the white stone carving. Its fangs just caught the scroll.

These roars seemed to be a signal, the wind chime of the cafe automatically rang without wind, and then the door was opened

The shopkeeper who got up early and was washing and scrubbing the bar counter to prepare for business heard the movement, raised his head, and was dumbfounded.

Fortunately, he covered his mouth in time before he screamed. The shopkeeper watched as many customers who only appeared at night and never walked through the main entrance rushed in through the gate under the high sun.

"The time of the Night Clock Tower has been updated!"

Several well-dressed gentleman-like "persons" whispered: "Is it because of the movement just now?"

Watching the guests take out the seemingly inexhaustible amount of parchment from the lion's mouth, and then sit on the seats in groups of three and four naturally, the owner who is only in charge of the time from noon to dusk silently closed the coffee bean jar in his hand, He has decided!He's going to slip away and call that goblin to work overtime!

However, the London residents who ran out to buy newspapers at the time when they were supposed to fall asleep did not give him this chance, and they ordered one after another.

"Boss! Let's have a cup of coffee!"

"I also want!"

"I want to add honey!"

"I want apple juice!"

Having learned from the most fashionable Paris coffee shop, the human shopkeeper who always thought that coffee with milk was heresy covered his eyes, returned to the bar listlessly, and began to resign himself to his fate and began to brew coffee with half a pot of syrup.

"I'll be on it right away, please wait a moment."

Because the clerk was not at work at this point, the owner could only deliver the coffee himself. When delivering the coffee to the last customer who ordered, he couldn't help but glanced at the strange newspaper that the customer was reading.

I saw that on the parchment that was unfolded the same size as a normal newspaper, where the headlines of the front page were usually marked, there was a row of headlines flashing in a font that could change colors - "The Burning Black Swan!"Heartbreak night! ", there are two accompanying pictures, one is an alley without street lights and the other is an open space full of black flames.

"Where are the swans?" The shopkeeper asked in wonder as he put down his coffee cup calmly. "What's the meaning of heartbreak? Strange guys read weird newspapers too?"

"Hahahahaha!"

The umbral laughed so hard it nearly rolled on the ground.

The half-elf gave him a cold look, but that look had no usual deterrent effect on the umbral.

No wonder, at this time, Eric was wearing a hair that was scalded.

"Then you ran away again?" The Umbrella slapped the wall and asked with a chuckle, "Do you know what's written about you and Miss Witch in the London tabloids?"

"...What else can it be? Doesn't it mean that the two of us are no longer at odds." The young detective glanced at it, revealing most of the "Daily Horoscope (Internal Edition)" from the umbral pocket.Glancing at the eye shadow monster, he said angrily, "I'm already the number one scumbag this month in London's internal witch reviews."

This is a newspaper that psychic witches and fortune tellers like to subscribe to, and there is also an external edition for ordinary people in London. The people who subscribe to this newspaper are except for the ladies who are obsessed with numerology in London, although the deputy editor-in-chief of the external edition I really like to combine all kinds of bloody social news and horoscopes to improve the story and increase sales, but because of the fixed daily fortune column on the front page, some superstitious politicians and businessmen will secretly subscribe, But this does not include Mr. Captain of the Ivy in the clouds who look at the stars only for orientation.

Since the editor-in-chief of the external edition and the internal edition are actually a team, the internal edition is also extremely dramatic when it discusses events involving its own family members.

"We were originally moved by this lover who didn't have a trace of the haze of the love potion at all, and we hoped to see this rare wedding between an elf and a witch with enthusiasm like the black flames of hell. Unfortunately, it turns out that even with elves Bloodlines are inseparable from the vices of human beings..." Umbrella unfolded the newspaper and read a paragraph aloud to Eric, then flipped to the back and summarized the contents of the newspaper for him.

"There are three love fortunetellers on the board who expressed their opinions. One thinks it's because of your cheating, the other thinks that Miss Watson finally found out that you proposed to cheat her with a precious magic item, and the last one..."

"Ahem, the other party said that because you fell in love with that beautiful and powerful Miss Witch at first sight, you tricked her into giving her a love potion. Today happened to be the day when the potion expired, and that poor Miss Witch suddenly woke up. .”

The umbral looked at his friend curiously: "What kind of reputation do you have in London! I don't remember that you used to stay here for a few months at most every year."

"It's just a good reputation for a righteous detective." Eric took off the curly wig on his head, and then pulled his hair.

"Since I was 12 years old and found their mail-order advertisement for illegally trading love potions in this newspaper, I have been actively reporting it. Later, I also knocked down the other party's store in London and burned the materials and inventory they had accumulated for decades. .”

"So, what do you think of my reputation?" The half-elf raised his eyebrows.

"Decades of stock...all burned." Umbrella calculated the price of the herbs needed for a bottle of love potion and the price of the goblin's black market, and was a little bit tongue-tied.

"Maybe I'm going to stay for Ursula to drink?"

"...that's what the newspapers said...it said that you were so keen on catching drug dealers all those years ago, that you saved potions and poured them all on Miss Watson." The umbral said speechlessly, "London is really interesting."

"But forget it, why does that little lady receive so much attention? Hasn't she only been in London for a few months, and she is so famous?"

"She's not famous in London." Eric took the newspaper from Hooker and flipped through it: "It's in Egypt."

"After the Alien incident was revealed, the people around me attracted attention, not to mention that she is still my fiancee, and the incident in Egypt was quite a mess."

"Ex-fiancée~" Umber reminded, pointing to the other party's bulging pocket, which contained the necklace that Ursula originally wore around her neck, and said, "You have been dumped just now, completely."

Just a few hours ago, Ursula chased the other party for half a street, and the fire elemental magic dyed with the sun flame in Egypt illuminated the small half of London in the "night".

"What the hell are you messing around with these days!" The umbral didn't understand very much. "Wearing wigs around every day."

"Then what are you tossing about?" Eric suddenly turned his head and looked into the other person's eyes. "Whether you want to win the game or wait and see the battle, Hook, it's time to choose."

The umbral's face suddenly wrinkled.

Ursula flicked her sore wrist from smashing the fireball, and slowly burned it into a blank alley. The streets of London are a projection of London in this world. The moon can recover after a few days of exposure. Generally, only paladins It is law enforcement that counts such mass destruction.

However, there was an extra paladin present, who was stunned from the beginning until Ursula walked out of the alley.

"Are you scared stupid?" The owner of the Black Swan grocery store poked the other party.

"No, I just think it's too interesting!" Ronald Thompson looked at the void and cracks in the doorway of the store, and smiled: "By the way, boss, what the gentleman sold to you just now can be resold to me?"

"Mirror." Ursula touched the empty neck and sighed. She just hit him with a chain. She thought that Helen's mirror, whose name sounded tall, was not the main character. Walking around the street with it, no one has ever peeped at it, but Eric's strange operation gave her a new perspective on things.

The Eric just now is now. She recalled the other side's hair that was curled up because of the high temperature before the flame was close, and the faded gold chain.

Eric is pissing himself off, or the future Eric wants him to quarrel with him now.

Ursula could see that little Holmes was really ignorant now, but for the sake of coins, she had to follow along.

She ignored the perhaps important audience present, and left angrily. She went back to Baker Street to pack her luggage, left a letter for Dr. Watson, and went to the train station.

This choice is correct based on the fact that normal couples quarrel and run away from home.Ursula was carrying her suitcase, squinting her eyes at a few people in "fancy clothes" who were blocking the train station.

"I don't think you should be the one who left, Miss Watson. I've heard what happened to you." The leading lady said, "My name is Luna, and I'm the president of the London Witches' Association. Would you like a cup of tea together?" ?”

Ursula caught sight of some words on the parchment held in the other's hand, and she suddenly realized something.

"I seem to be famous."