Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

If the drama to be staged at this time is defined as a fairy tale, then the child is the best actor in the world and also an audience. In the expression of this country, the words of play and performance are the same, because the time to come to this world is not yet Short, so everything that seems incredible to adults is taken for granted in the eyes of children.

In their common sense, magic, knights, and fairies seem to be taken for granted, even if they don’t usually see them, but when all these appear, they will be more entangled for a while than suspicious adults. Children will only surprise and not doubt.

They accepted well the black and white cavalry suspended in the sky reflected by the water curtain of the bard in front of them, and after confirming that the white side was the representative of justice, they became more lively and even shouted in cheers.

Ursula did not participate in this battle. The grievances between the Xishen army and the sky monsters have existed since ancient times. As long as there are occasions where they appear at the same time, no matter what the chaotic scene was before, it is overwhelming in their own field. The two parties who are known for their wanton publicity will simply and rudely turn the scene into a battle between the two parties. Other goblins or people present can only run away from the eye of the storm to avoid being accidentally injured.

She and Eric instigated Wigginson to gather the team and took advantage of this. The nature of goblins is like an established procedure. These magical races will basically not deliberately violate their innate principles unless there is an accident. Attributes.

Ursula suspects that this may be the reason why Eric chose to live as a human being. Compared with accidents that need luck to see, it is more surprising to study human beings.

"Since everything started because someone crossed the boundary of being a human being, shouldn't it end with the law of goblins?" Eric took Ursula away from the battlefield. They didn't ride horses, but chose took a walk.

The paladins were responsible for guarding the house, and Xi went to fight. The two of them were responsible for punching the culprit when the opponent was distracted by the chaos.

"This should be their final arrangement," Eric said to Ursula.

"Who?"

Miss Witch asked knowingly, she and Eric were almost walking side by side on the rough road made by those branches and vines. When they were moving towards the established destination, the scene of their first investigation together seemed to be at this moment. Coincidentally, the young Mr. Holmes at that time was not so considerate. In essence, Ursula, who was physically weak, threw a dozen bonus spells on herself to barely keep up with the half-elf who was completely attracted by the case.

"Anyway, without Mycroft, he arranged the stage for this grand performance at most. As a support staff, ah, how do you say that word?"

"Screenman?" Ursula crushed a black vine that was trying to sneak up on her, and burned a thorny dead branch that was tangled with the golden branch. Come on, take some stress off of it.

"Why do you say that?" She looked at the other party in surprise: "In my mind, Mycroft is the role of the planner."

"Because he's lazy!" The young detective complained unceremoniously to his father: "When he was young, he was like this. He was more afraid of trouble than satisfying his natural curiosity."

Oh, yes, she forgot that this gentleman, whom Holmes himself admitted to have higher observation and reasoning abilities than himself, is a detective in an easy chair.

What did the original book say?

"...he would not test his solution to see if it would work, and would rather be told he was wrong than bother to prove himself right." (Quoted from "Greek Senator")

Ursula muttered in a low voice, drawing a glance from the other son.

"The description is very appropriate~" Eric said with a smile: "It's just that this tone is not like you, but more like Sherlock."

"Haha." Ursula laughed dryly, avoiding the other party's meaningful eyes.

She and Eric are basically in a stage of pretending to be confused, and this state will remain until the coin does not return to the time and space it should be in.

Ursula looked back at the clock tower in the distance, her footsteps paused, her heartbeat suddenly missed a few beats, and a strange feeling welled up in the depths of her soul, this timing...maybe just tonight.

Will she go back?Or continue to stay in this time and space?

Is her arrival a wrong that needs to be righted?

"Ursula."

The young detective called her, his tone calm, his silver-gray eyes serious and serious.

"Our souls already belong to each other."

"Obviously only half." Ursula smiled, suddenly felt that her eyes were wet, so she raised her face so that those unsatisfactory water elements could not escape her eye sockets.

"You know, our contract is a whole chess set." She blinked hard, suppressing the liquid that was similar to "normal saline".

"Although what I have here is complete." She touched the golden necklace on her neck and lowered her eyelids: "But you..."

"Yes." Eric interrupted her, firmly but gently: "I will offer you the chessboard, when this ridiculous war ends."

"So, don't worry." The half-elf's extremely cold fingers touched the corner of Miss Witch's eye due to the influence of the magic element, just in time to catch a crystal clear teardrop.

"You are a Watson, how could you not belong to the world with Sherlock Holmes?"

"Watson, won't you rest for a while?" Mycroft Holmes sat in the arm-chair his brother was accustomed to, and watched his partner pace up and down the room.

"Although we can't sleep, if you walk like this all night, you will be tired."

... "Mr. Holmes." Dr. Watson stopped.

"You can just call me Mycroft." The elder brother looked at the doctor with a tolerant look: "I know, for you, the name Sherlock Holmes belongs exclusively to Sherlock."

"Thank you, Mycroft." After making eye contact with Holmes, Dr. Watson accepted the other party's kindness: "Can you tell me what your final plan is?"

"I do not know either."

"What?" Dr. Watson's eyes widened: "You don't know, I thought you were..."

"The one who made the plan?" Mycroft looked at the doctor, his gray eyes as focused and keen as ever.

"It's a pity that I'm just an assistant in this matter. The person who really planned the strategy and observed the dynamics of the chessboard is Watson."

"If you count my wife, it's barely half Holmes. I say half because she married me and didn't change her surname."

"Watson? Are you talking about my cousin?" Dr. Watson said incredulously, "Isn't he in Egypt?"

"He's in Egypt," said Mycroft, "but whoever enjoys the changes of the game sits in the player's seat himself?"

"Wait a minute, I'm a little confused, you mean my cousin, Ursula's father..."

"Her parents to be precise, the couple were there," Mycroft added.

"Well, they run this London mess in Egypt anyway?"

"You make them look like villains." Mycroft laughed.

"There is indeed a problem with my statement." Dr. Watson simply sat down: "It's good that you understand, what are they doing this for? Why do these things have something to do with them."

"Because the precious treasure has been spied on." Mycroft looked out the window: "I only know this, other deeper level..."

"Dear doctor, Sherlock should have judged me for you!~" Half of the face of the elder Holmes was illuminated by the fire, while the other half was half hidden in the darkness, and there was a smile in his voice: "I am a People who are afraid of trouble, this time is the same, so..."

"Let me be the listener of a story~"

Under Dr. Watson's puzzled eyes, he gently closed the photo frame on the side table of the armchair.

It was Ursula's first week in London, with Dr. Watson and the two Mr. Holmes.

But at this time, facing the front of the photo frame on the table, only the figures of three people were clearly visible, and the position of the fourth person was a vague phantom.