Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"I must first apologize to you, Watson."

Sherlock Holmes returned to the drawing room in his usual camouflage, but this time he did not rush back to change into his comfortable dressing-gown, but stood at the corner where he was curled up in an armchair reading a book. in front of friends.

"I'm sorry, what did you do?" Dr. Watson raised his head in surprise, and looked at Holmes who was dressed as a porter at the railway station.

"Could it be that I lost my valuable luggage?" He joked, not taking it seriously. After experiencing the suspended animation incident, Holmes still had a bad taste of teasing people, but it really stopped for a while. Doctor Sheng couldn't think of the reason for his apology.

"Oh, this is much more serious than luggage. I lost people."

"...Who?" Dr. Watson suddenly had a bad feeling: "Oh! God! Holmes! It's not what I imagined!"

"Unfortunately, Watson, it is what you think now." Mr. Holmes threw himself into the chair without changing his clothes after pretending to go out for the first time. He picked up the pipe that was placed on the coffee table, bit it in his mouth, but Not lit.

"I lost Ursula."

"What can we do about this... wait a minute." Dr. Watson jumped up, and then suddenly realized a prerequisite for Holmes' words.

"What is Ursula doing at the train station?" He re-examined his friend's attire: "And you, you lost her at the train station, right? You know she's going to the train station"

"To be precise, I happened to see her when I was staying for a case related person who might go to the train station in the morning." Mr. Holmes said, biting his pipe.

"As for why she is going to the train station..." He took out a crumpled piece of parchment from his coat pocket and threw it to Dr. Watson.

Dr. Watson unfolded the paper in puzzlement, and on the top was printed in beautiful cursive characters - "Daily Horoscope (Internal Edition)". He glanced down, and then was suddenly lifted up to look at Holmes.

His friend gave him an affirmative look and motioned him to continue.

Dr. Watson took a deep breath, suppressed the complex feelings of "there is such a magical newspaper", and continued to read.

The doctor is a person with good reading habits, with a basic reading speed of ten lines at a glance, but it is extremely difficult for him to read the page that can usually be read in one minute.

Ten minutes later, Dr. Watson put down the newspaper.

"This is the newspaper of the world of newspapers."

"One of the newspapers," said Holmes.

That is to say, there are many other newspapers.Dr. Watson carefully put the paper aside. At this time, he was not in a hurry. It's not that he was not worried, but he felt that even if the little girl who could flatten a street with her bare hands lost her way, she would not be the one who was in danger. .

He digested the contents of the newspaper for a long time, and then couldn't help asking the same question as his niece: "Is Ursula famous?"

"Obvious."

"...According to the above, Eric has always been a very famous existence in "that London"" Dr. Watson held the newspaper carefully, puzzled: "Isn't he just an adult? And, Holmes, Didn't you say he was only in London for a few months every year."

"He's the complete opposite of his father." Sherlock took off his pipe and tapped it in the ashtray. "It's more like me, the more lively one."

"So that's it... No, that's not the point!" Dr. Watson suddenly realized when he thought of the personality differences between the Holmes brothers, but he soon realized that the topic seemed to be going too far.

"You haven't told me why Ursula went to the train station." Dr. Watson pointed to the newspaper and said, "Because Eric was fleeing London, Ursula followed?"

"...No." Holmes glanced at Dr. Watson who accepted his niece's "abnormal" behavior very well and didn't feel anything wrong with a complicated expression.

"It's her who wants to go."

"Why?" Dr. Watson said with surprise on his face, "isn't it Eric who is at fault? And if Ursula wants to leave, she won't say goodbye to me. She is not of this character."

"Ah, by the way, what you mean by lost is, did she get on the train?"

"She left with someone else."

"Who, male or female?" Dr. Watson was alert.

"Several ladies, although I didn't approach them, but according to their attire, these ladies should be..."

"The top executives of the London Witches' Guild."

A young male voice interrupted the conversation.

Eric walked into the living room with a look worse than Holmes's sloppiest disguise, followed by the exclamation of the landlady.

"Just now she joined the association and sent me a witch-style revenge letter." The young detective handed the letter to his uncle.

"Watson, I'm afraid I have to apologize to you again." Holmes read to his eager friend.

"What is it this time?"

"I should not have taken my position so early." Mr. Holmes flicked the paper.

"What position, oh, you mean the one on Ursula's side!" Dr. Watson glanced at Eric secretly, and suddenly remembered that Holmes had mentioned that his nephew's position in the chaos that would usher in London might be unknown.

"It was Ursula who stood on the other side first." Mr. Holmes' expression became serious.

"...What is the other party you are talking about!" Dr. Watson looked at the two Holmes and felt that his brain was about to explode.

If Ursula knew what was happening to Dr. Watson, she would have held his hand with tears in her eyes, and her mind would explode.

In her cognition, the strange things that have happened recently, aside from the unexpected situation of Eric, in fact, they only have one main task, which is to find out Moriarty, Miss Ross and the strange things on the pier. What connection does the dead have.

But the fact is that more and more people are getting involved, and everyone seems to know something, but they don't know the whole picture of the whole thing.

After returning from Egypt, London began to change. Its mist was no longer pure, but mixed into a complicated spider web. Anyone she knew or not, as long as he had something to do with the magic side, was on this web. Individuals feel that they are the master of the net, the predator waiting to collect it.

These urban witches of the London Witches' Guild apparently think so too.

"This is an opportunity, Your Excellency the Witch of Lin Ze." Mrs. Luna, the president of the association, handed her a cup of steaming black tea with a friendly tone.

Or too friendly, urban witches and witches in the ancient legends of the town of goblins already exist in two different systems. And fluctuating emotions are the nourishment of their magic power. Now that there are no high-level demons to make deals with people, they are the harvesters of soul power.

So Ursula, who came to London without any thought of dealing with the city witch, took the cup silently.

"London needs a new order, and this "Helen" battle in London is an opportunity. One of the goblins and paladins from the sea will always lose, but why can't they all lose?"

"I don't quite understand what you mean."

"No, you understand."

No, she really didn't understand.Ursula lowered her eyes, keeping a calm expression on her face.

"Compared to the paladins who have begun to decay internally, whose position is unknown, and the elves who are alienated from humans, we should be the final winners of this war."

"Really?" Ursula deliberately asked back, with a half-smile expression on her face: "You think so?"

"Of course, you should have more experience than me, Miss Watson." Mrs. Luna smiled and said, "You are a witch who has absorbed the power of the old gods, and you have experienced it in that era!"

"History has proved to us that witches should be the closest to the gods. We used to be the spokespersons of the gods, why can't we be the heirs of the gods now?"

Ursula, who had heard this speech, thought it best not to drink her tea yet.She put down her glass and looked at the president: "What do you want me to do? Since you are so confident, you don't need me to join you at all."

"No, we need you very much." It was another woman standing behind the president who spoke at this time, and she looked about the same age as Ursula.

"We need your help to keep Avalon at bay."

"..." Ursula felt that the other party was incredible. She glanced at the innocent girl and laughed.

"Are you kidding me? Containing Avalon?"

"Don't you know?" the girl asked back.

"...what should I know?" Ursula chuckled.

"Your former fiancé's half-elven blood came from Avalon."

"I know this, but so what, it's only half. He's not Vivienne, and I'm not Merlin. Even Merlin can't influence the decision of that island, otherwise King Arthur wouldn't be taken away." said Ursula in a tone of utter disinterest.

"It seems that you still don't understand." The girl laughed halfway through hearing it. "He really concealed a lot from you. Today when the gate of Avalon is closed, that little Mr. Holmes can completely represent the elves of Avalon in London. Even the task of finding aliens is a must. Give it to him."

"Oh... but so what? I don't have to put myself in such trouble now that I've got rid of him," said Ursula vaguely, suddenly realizing that Li London was watching her and Eric The view of this "quarrel" may be far from the truth. As for why, she thinks the answer should lie in the little Mr. Holmes who suddenly ran over the timeline.

"It is said that he went around the leprechauns in London and threw a lot of strange things. Does that have something to do with it?" Ursula thought to himself.

Coincidentally, the other party's following words just helped her confirm this idea.

"You are too simple to be a witch." Mrs. Luna looked at her with a sympathetic expression. "You thought that half-elf would do anything to achieve his goal, just like he thought you were from another planet and deceived you with false feelings."

"what?"

Thinking she was something, Ursula blinked, and she found that things seemed to have changed more complicatedly.

"Although you are very cautious, he should have discovered your secret when he was investigating whether you are a foreign star. He deliberately went to the city to arrange it without telling you, isn't it for this?"

Oh, what's the secret laurel hair crown or is she time-traveled?

"There is no need to hide, my lord, when you intend to escape from the city of London, we have already confirmed it."

"Are you sure..." Ursula felt that she should provoke her with a disdainful tone at this time. "Actually, you don't know anything~ It's useless to try to trick me in this way. Even if the other party has other plans, I was engaged to a Sherlock Holmes anyway."

"You worry too much, we really know." Mrs. Luna smiled slightly: "You are the reincarnation of the old god."

ha?

"Actually, you don't need to be too surprised. You are not the first reincarnated god. Didn't you say that we are the spokespersons of the gods. Some members of our association have become priests of other reincarnated adults, helping them regain their power." The president misunderstood Ursula's stunned expression because of the overly ridiculous script arrangement.

"So, sir, we are on the same side."

"..." Ursula lowered her head expressionlessly.

That guy Eric, what kind of script did he give her!