Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"Not malkuth?" asked Ursula.

"That is our spiritual symbol, and the official business name is Mrs. Caitlin Perfume House." The elegant lady who came to entertain the guests said with a gesture of prayer.

"Please allow me to introduce you to our fragrances. Do you have a common scent in the past?"

"Er, maybe lavender?" Ursula hesitated.Thanks to her half oriental ancestry, she never has to worry about her body odor.

So in fact, for so many years, because of the habits of the previous life, Ursula has never even used the cologne that is commonly used by the middle class. Although the shop under her name is also selling it, she really didn't expect to use it.

An overly strong fragrance is a target in the fairy world.

The clerk took her to a teahouse, asked her to sit down, and then left for a while.

After a while, he came back with another clerk holding several boxes full of Dangdang mini tea-colored glass bottles.

First she put down a stack of test papers, and asked Ursula to taste each one.Recommend and introduce.

"This is the most popular citrus fragrance, very suitable for young girls. This is an exotic oriental fragrance, using spices from India. This is..."

After trying almost half the box, Ursula grew impatient.Feeling that her nose was sore, she quickly opened her mouth with her hand.

"I think it's all good. But..."

Ursula made a timid look that she didn't understand anything, and deliberately asked Eric in a respectful and distanced way. "What do you think, Mr. Holmes?"

"Mr. Holmes?"

"Ah, what?" Eric Holmes was absent-mindedly fiddled with a small bottle at the side, and he was called twice before he realized it.

"Let me tell you which perfume you think suits me," whispered Ursula.

"I think it's all good, and it's all suitable for you." Little Holmes made a deliberate smile.Then I randomly took a few scent papers and asked about it. "Just this one, this one smells good. What kind of smell is it?"

"I'll smell it." Ursula took it and sniffed it lightly, then turned pale and quickly removed the paper.

"Ah, it smells like lilies. Sir, this lady is a little sensitive to the smell of lilies and feels uncomfortable."

"Ah, is that so? I'm sorry, Ursula." Little Holmes apologized hastily.Apparently he's playing a man who doesn't know his fiancee at all.

Ursula smiled weakly, holding her breath.

"How about this, would you like to try our special selection of fragrances?" The clerk watched the interaction between the young people for a while, and then suddenly said.

"What are the characteristics?"

"One of a kind, a bespoke fragrance just for you."

"I really want to experience it." Ursula said to the clerk, putting down the teacup she just picked up.

"Then, please don't mind, can you let me come closer and smell it?" The lady clerk looked at her and said apologetically.

"Ah, yes. But what's the smell? I don't use perfume." Ursula, who had never encountered such a sales method, was a little dazed, and agreed timidly.

"It is better to distinguish the essence without using perfume," said the lady clerk.

The other party took a few steps forward, but in fact it wasn't that close, it was a foot away from her.Ursula followed the other person's walking, noticing the slender waist outlined by the satin fabric.

Just as she was secretly admiring the figure of this old-looking lady for maintaining such a good figure, the other party came closer, fluttered her nose, and took a light sniff.

"What I smell is the aroma of the best tea from the East, and it seems to be mixed with the smell of jasmine." She closed her eyes and said. "Your soul emits these fragrances."

Uh, maybe it was the jasmine tea she drank in the morning?

Ursula covered the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, after Eric went to the goblin market a few times.Thanks to him, she can finally drink green tea beverages. Early in the morning, under the other party's disapproving gaze, she poured down a large bottle that was chilled in advance.

Ursula looked at the mysterious expression of the shop assistant and wanted to laugh a little. She guessed that the other party saw that she was of oriental descent, and she obviously didn't use perfume much, so she started talking about some light oriental fragrances.

"So do you have a perfume with this smell here?"

"Of course. We customize soul fragrances for each lady." The clerk smiled, her eyebrows were drawn to be very slender and curved, as if she was also smiling. "However, it will take some time to make an order, and it will be ready in a week."

"Ah, it might be too late." Ursula refused with a look of pity, and she smiled shyly at the thin-browed lady. "Can you recommend me some other perfumes? Because..."

"Because we are engaged, we will hold a small family gathering next week to officially announce the news to our relatives and friends." Little Holmes interrupted suddenly at this time.

"My fiancée, she came to London for the first time to participate in the social season. I heard about the legend of perfume here, so I wanted to give her a bottle as a gift."

"That's really congratulations to you two." The clerk gave her blessings with a very sincere expression, and then her eyes wandered between the two of them for a while before she spoke. "I understand. What you need is the one mentioned by the previous gentleman. Our signature keynote is lotus-scented 'tora', right?"

"That's right, every couple who are about to start a new life will choose it." She still wore that professional smile, and turned to the two of them, but what she said was a bit like a salesman.

"However, even if you get it, you must carefully maintain the relationship. Otherwise, no matter how effective the rumors of our perfume are, it will be useless."

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Ursula herself took the little gift box containing the perfume and got into the carriage.After little Sherlock Holmes also came up, the carriage started to drive. After a while, it was confirmed that the shop was completely gone.She asked slowly.

"What do you think."

"It's a bit weird. It feels like there is some connection, but because I don't understand the current rules of naming perfumes, it's hard to say." Eric took out his notebook, tapped with a pen, but didn't write anything.

"Ah, then I can tell you that the connection is getting bigger." Ursula directly tore open the wrapping paper of the gift box with her bare hands without using any tools.He took out the dark blue perfume bottle surrounded by golden lotus patterns.

"Huh? Let's talk about it." Little Holmes carefully picked up his notebook and pen, and made a gesture of listening attentively.

"I have to start with the source of this incident, the Tarot cards." Ursula glanced at Eric, very satisfied with the way he began to record seriously.

"Although Marseille Tarot is popular now, this deck looks very similar to the style of playing cards. But folks have always had other genres."

Little Holmes thought for a while and took out a deck of tarot cards from his coat pocket.

"When did you buy it?" Ursula asked curiously. They were so inseparable these days that she hadn't noticed him buying it.

"I didn't buy it, I got it from Sherlock."

"The one he showed us on the train?"

"Yes, that's the pair."

Ursula gave Eric a good look at you, took it, picked out a card, and continued the popular science

"For example, this priestess card, in the world of some researchers, she is the incarnation of Isis. The book she holds is 'tora' (oracle)" Ursula said.

"Isis?" Little Holmes was surprised. "The clerk just said Isis's blessing."

"That's right! There are clues everywhere in the store." Ursula sighed, and leaned her elbows on the window sill of the carriage, holding her face. "Every detail is yelling, I definitely have something to do with the case!"

"For example?" Eric Holmes asked hastily, becoming interested.Although he is a half-elf, he really doesn't know anything about Tarot cards, a product of the mystical culture of human beings in the world.

"For example, the spiritual signboard. You don't understand the Tarot cards of human beings, but the Kabbalah Tree of Life should know."

"Do you mean malkuth (represented as a young woman sitting on a throne)?"

Ursula nodded.

"Yes, magicians who interpret the cards from a comprehensive mystic culture will link all related gods together. In the eyes of different people, the priestess card can be the goddess of marriage in Egypt, or it can be the goddess of marriage. Shekina—the spiritual bride of mankind. She can also be the moon god, because Isis has the attributes of the moon, so if it is derived from Greek mythology according to this routine, she is also the protector of pure girls.”

"Let me add here that the image of malkuth sometimes also represents the bride."

"This is really..." Eric couldn't help closing the notebook.

"You're right, Ursula, it's pretty much implying that the store has something to do with the loss of the bride."

"Maybe we are thinking too much. The store has so many hints just to increase the joy." She shook the bottle with the pattern representing the goddess of marriage. "It's a good selling feature. After all, you men know about the blessing perfume."

"But if that's the case, the clerk doesn't have to be so secretive." Little Holmes recalled the reaction of the blue-skirted clerk when the shy girl played by Ursula mentioned the signboard. "There is absolutely no meaning of explaining the meaning of the storefront sign."

Eric also got a little dizzy, leaning back on the seat and meditating.

Ursula continued to lean on the window sill and quietly watched him build his mental attic.

For a long time, no one in the carriage made a sound.Only the shouts of the coachmen and the rolling of the wheels echoed.

It stands to reason that Ursula should also think together at this time, but she just didn't.

When little Holmes completely ignored the outside world and immersed himself in his own world, Ursula silently picked out a card from the set of tarot and put it into his pocket, then stuffed the other cards back into the box as if nothing had happened.

"I figured it out." Eric Holmes suddenly returned to reality from the state of being me.

"What did you think of?" Ursula sat up straight.

"Smell of the soul!" Little Holmes turned to Ursula with bright eyes. "That clerk had a taste of soul at the time, didn't he?"

"Uh, don't you want to say that those girls made a deal with the devil and gave their souls to the devil to eat." Ursula frowned. "But that clerk is completely nonsense. Not a single taste is right."

"That's not what I meant. The matter is complicated enough, and there can't be any demons involved." Eric laughed. "But I've talked about it here, so I'm going to digress."

"Since you said the clerk was talking nonsense. Then what does your soul smell like?"

"Can't you smell it? That nose of yours that can't stand the transformation potion," Ursula exaggerated.

"Ursula, don't use this to laugh at me anymore. Didn't you just confiscate a few handkerchiefs and sachets? I bought new ones and returned them to you this time." Little Holmes held his forehead helplessly. Like getting married, he couldn't make it through. He had a hunch that in the future, Miss Witch would keep using it to mock him.

"I think I smell like evening primrose." Ursula smiled and ran her hands around the slipping hair around her temples.

"Think?" Eric raised an eyebrow.

"Because there must be a difference between my own perception and that of others." Ursula said confidently: "For the sake of rigor, I added it."

"Well, what about my soul in your cognition." Eric was curious.

"It smells like grass now." Miss Witch said without thinking.

"I see." Eric Holmes looked at his palm. "This is not much different from my self-cognition. But Ursula, can witches discern the smell of souls?"

"Some are fine. Because the talents are different, some are based on color. Some are even based on sound."

"That would be a little troublesome." Little Holmes suddenly became serious.

"What's the trouble?"

"Because the smell of evening primrose is in some people's sense of smell, it may be a combination of tea and jasmine, Ursula."