Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"You! Your! Hand! Where do you put it?"

Dr. Watson saw that he was cute as soon as he entered the door?The cute niece who would make small biscuits for her afternoon tea was wrapped around her waist by the hand of her friend's nephew. (Not really, just came across it.)

"Sorry." Eric Holmes withdrew his hand and raised it, adhering to the principle of admitting his mistakes first no matter what. "My fault."

"Uncle John, you have misunderstood...uh." Ursula, who was about to explain, was secretly pulled by Holmes.She turned to look at him, only to see him shaking his head slightly.Although he didn't know what the other party was up to, but since he didn't mind bearing the anger, then... Ursula silently closed her mouth.

"I didn't let you live in the same house to make it easier for you to fall in love!" Dr. Watson gritted his teeth angrily. "Even if you have a marriage contract, keep your distance."

Ursula listened intently to her uncle's inconsistencies.They are both engaged, but they still have to keep their distance, as expected of a real uncle.

"You misunderstood."

Despite Dr. Watson's excitement and his uncle Sherlock's watching eyes, Eric Holmes finally spoke. "We're actually practicing social dancing."

Good reason, but before Ursula gave Eric this excuse, she secretly liked it.

The former military doctor who was not fooled at all spoke up.

"Social dancing?" Dr. Watson looked suspiciously at Ursula and Eric's positions. "A social dance where the woman turns her back to the man?"

"This is tango!" Ursula began to babble, inspired. "I'm very interested in this new dance and want Eric to teach me."

"That's just right, can we, two old and outdated people, appreciate this 'new dance'?" Dr. Watson continued to ask without letting go of their intentions.

"..." Ursula was KO'd by Dr. Watson's set of punches.She gave Eric a look, come on now.

Eric, who received his companion's gaze, gave Ms. Witch a look at me, don't worry.

He took a step forward and spoke confidently.

"sure!"

"Huh?" Ursula looked at young Holmes in horror.

"But please let us prepare. After all, we have just started to practice a piece of music. We are not yet proficient. Can we do it next week?"

"Oh?" Dr. Watson squinted at this boy who didn't know what to do and who was trying to bargain with him, and said ruthlessly.

"I don't think so! (I think it's okay.)" Two voices sounded at the same time.

"Holmes?" Dr. Watson looked at his friend who suddenly interrupted in surprise.

"Always give young people time to prepare. Watson. Now go and clean yourself up. Eric, you haven't changed your outing clothes yet." Mr. Holmes smoothed things over, and then his penetrating gaze It fell on the breathless witch who was restrained by the waist.

"And Ursula, go and change quickly, or you'll faint."

"Okay!" After hearing this, the two little ones quickly fled the scene.

When Ursula was holding her belly and struggling to go upstairs, she heard Uncle John asking Sherlock, "What did you just say about Ursula?"

She looked downstairs sadly and angrily, idol, you are too unkind.

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"As expected of Sherlock." Eric said with admiration. "It came out at a glance that you were restrained by the waist."

"Oh." Ursula uttered a single word without interest.

"What's the matter, Ursula." Little Holmes turned his head and laughed. "Why didn't you praise Sherlock with me?"

"Heh." She uttered another word, this time full of sarcasm.

"So what's the matter?" asked Eric Holmes good-naturedly.

"How dare you ask me why you came here!" Ursula sighed amidst all kinds of unknown sights.He lowered his hat, covering half of his face, and asked in a low voice.

She and Little Holmes are sitting in the most fashionable ugly American-style bar these days, but she is the only girl in the room, and even the waiters are men.

It is conceivable how much attention she is.But that's exactly what the two of them wanted - attention.

Ursula was stared at, so she simply looked at each other generously.Make those eyes dodge away, at least on the surface.

Then she looked critically for a while, the wine bottle display cabinet that the bar owner was proud of.Turning to little Holmes again, the waiter had already come to their table and handed out the drink order.

"Of course I'm looking for a dance teacher." Little Holmes took the list and said logically, "I promised to show the new dance steps, so why not find a teacher? Trendy bars must be places where artists gather."

"Then you don't have to bring me here." Ursula looked depressedly at Eric Holmes who was studying the wine list carefully through the veil on the hat. "In the final analysis, it is your own fault."

"But here's a cocktail. Don't want to try it? I can't get that from the (goblin) fair."

"Then, is there any Baileys?" Ursula immediately compromised. "If not, can you make a glass with whiskey, cocoa and Irish cream?"

"Thank you, give her a glass of non-alcoholic." Little Holmes closed the menu and said to the waiter waiting at the side. "I'd like a whiskey daz."

Then Ursula kicked her under the table.

"Sorry, I want the same." Miss Witch smiled and said to the waiter through the veil.

She wore a black gauze hat that could cover her face, only revealing her lips with wine red lipstick and her delicate chin.

Even the bartender was stunned by this dark red lip color. Occasionally, there would still be some unorthodox ladies who made the current fashion unexpected.But it was the first time he had seen such a crimson witch-like makeup.

"What's the matter, young man." She said, since entering this bar, she changed to a mature hoarse female voice.It is also commonly known as the smoky voice. For this voice, she poured herself three bottles of potion with a touching taste.

"Ah, I'm sorry, ma'am. It's just the first time I've seen such a charming lady like you." Although the waiter was young, he deserved to have seen the world in this kind of bar where fish and dragons mixed together, so he offered a flattery.

"Giggling." Ursula laughed artificially, her arms were covered by long black lace gloves, propped on the oak table, she put her chin on her crossed fingers, and said in a sweet tone.

"Sweetheart, you can really talk. But you're right, if I wasn't so charming, this gentleman wouldn't have left his lovely fiancée and me to come to the bar to get drunk."

The young waiter was stunned when he heard such a big revelation, and the other people around them who were secretly looking at their table and whispering also fell silent in an instant.

For a moment, the originally crowded atmosphere in this area seemed to freeze.

"Anna!"

Little Holmes was at a loss and scolded her with reproaches. "Don't talk nonsense."

who is anna

Ursula stared at Eric with wide eyes, why use such a common name! This does not fit my gorgeous black rose personality.

It was clearly agreed that my name will be Anastasia!

It's too long, and the mouth is twisted. It's not bad that I can cooperate with your sudden addition.Little Holmes looked back like this.

"Is there... any other needs?" The waiter looked at the two people who suddenly dropped a big secret and started to look at each other. Feeling a bit anxious, the waiter tried to ask the last few words in a professional manner. .

"No, thank you." Ursula said with a smile, she was very satisfied with the current development.

Thanks to her actions, everyone stopped looking at her, a little red among the green bushes, and everyone's attention was shifted to the man beside her who was said to have abandoned his fiancée to date a beautiful young lady.

There is no gossip about the occasional pioneer lady in the bar.

Little Holmes glanced at the bar pretending to be angrily, making those curious eyes look away resentfully.In fact, he was observing everyone's demeanor, and then his eyes suddenly stopped at one point.

"Wow~" Eric sighed in a low voice. "I found our dance teacher."

"Where is it?" Ursula squinted along his line of sight curiously, and saw two tall figures at the corner of the bar, sitting there silently drinking.It seemed to be isolated from the world, and was not affected by the lively atmosphere of other people at all.

"Hey, fellow." Little Holmes turned to greet the waiter again. "Give those two deep gentlemen two glasses of the wine they are drinking, and I treat you." He took out a shilling and pressed it on the table.

The waiter was obviously used to such sudden treats, he glanced at the direction Eric was pointing at, and took the order with a smile.

After a while, the two gentlemen on the counter, who were more out of tune with the atmosphere of the bar than Ursula, received two glasses of wine.

One seemed to have no interest in the source of the wine, and just drank it down.The other turned his head curiously.

Then his eyes widened, revealing a look of lovelessness.

"Aha!" Ursula covered her mouth in surprise and amusement. "It's Al Mannay! Shouldn't he be making love to me with Miss Alisa? Why are you drinking here at night?"

"Isn't it true that Se is serving people for a long time?" Ursula whispered to Eric Holmes.

"Miss Alyssa was only attracted by the wild beauty that was different from the men around her because she was young and ignorant, but after becoming the head of the house, did you still find the stupid beauty boring?"

"I can hear it!"

El Mannay, the half-siron youth who was still awakening, walked over depressingly. "Also, I haven't been abandoned. It's just that Alisa is very busy recently. If I'm in the house, she will worry about whether she will neglect me, so I come out to pass the time by myself."

“This is how every fading of a relationship begins. Self-righteous thoughtfulness and detachment,” Ursula concludes, shaking her glass up and watching the ice slam through the light.Because of her graceful demeanor, she attracted another wave of attention.

"If I were you, I would enroll in a class to learn something, or learn some cooking skills to be a good housewife, and make some cookies for Miss Alisa for supper. If this continues, how romantic feelings will be destroyed The hustle and bustle of reality and the widening gap beat that."

"The love like a midsummer night's dream may really turn into a dream." She pointed out with experience as if she had experienced it.

"Huh?" Al Mannay showed the expression of you continuing to babble. "Aren't you also..."

"Anna is right." Little Holmes interrupted him directly. "You should take advice from someone as experienced as her. It will always do you good."

"Anna?" The half siren looked at the young couple who didn't know what kind of role-playing they were playing with a wooden face.He, who knew people completely by intuition, belatedly noticed Ursula's exaggerated attire.

"What's the matter, little Al," said Lady Ana Ursula gently. "It's always right to listen to my sister. Girls always need to be taken care of, and the stronger the girl, the more they need it. Whether it's life or soul. Go and enroll in a cooking class."

Listening to Ursula's different voice and tone than usual, as well as the violet color in her eyes seen through the black veil.No matter how stupid Elmanet was, he would find out that something was wrong, not to mention that he was not really stupid, but he was used to relying on his intuition and listening to Miss Alisa's words.

But he wasn't interested in knowing what the two little devils were planning. "Understood, I'll go and have a look tomorrow. Then, shall I take my leave first?" As he spoke, he was about to retreat.

"Wait a minute, Al." Little Holmes spoke at this moment, and stopped the half-siron who was determined to run away and not want to get involved in strange things.

"Can you introduce us to your drinking friend?" the half-elf smiled.

Al Mannay looked back, his gaze crossed the dancing lights of the chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the bar, and met Eric Holmes' silver eyes of elf blood.