Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

In Ursula's vision.She as a witch and Hwa-ying mixed blood girl.Even if she doesn't reveal her identity as a witch, in this era of crazy obsession with oriental culture, her face with obvious oriental characteristics should be an image full of mystery.

The results of it!

Good guy, first Eric Holmes met her on the train, so she can still say that it is Holmes after all.Even if they turned the whole thing upside down about her being a witch, it would still be reasonable, not to mention a normal human social identity that is undisguised.

But this young man also played identification with her as soon as he came up?

What is the status of this trip?Could it be that she is actually writing the script of Sherlock Holmes' Werewolf Killing?Everyone is a prophet? ?Then as a qualified witch, does she need to be poisoned?

Ursula couldn't help turning her eyes to the teapot on the table, thinking about the possibility of putting something in it.

Yes, she really has "poison" medicine, and it is the kind beyond the scope of human knowledge, hidden in her seemingly small handbag, which is actually expanded to the size of a room.In addition to some luggage, there are some things she collected in the goblin world, including a box full of magical potions that she spent several years getting.Most of them have a mischievous effect, including one that is familiar all over Europe, that is, the love juice that appeared in A Midsummer Night's Dream and made the four protagonists laugh and cry.

As her thoughts drifted farther and farther, it has reached the point where I must go to the theater to see Shakespeare once in London.The teapot she had been staring at was suddenly picked up.

At this moment, Ursula's thoughts that had already flown away were pulled back to reality. She couldn't help but stare, and filled the teapot with tea, as if Sherlock Holmes was really serious about afternoon tea (he was definitely eavesdropping on the conversation) ! Also deliberately interrupted her daze.).On the surface, she maintained her ladylike etiquette as much as possible, and wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin.Only then smiled softly.

"Excuse me, who are you and my father?"

"Ah. That's great. Miss Watson, is the teacher here too? Is he upstairs?" The young man obviously couldn't listen anymore.His spirit suddenly jumped up, and then he fell into uneasiness. "I didn't expect such a surprise. Ahhh, I wanted to organize the materials before writing to the teacher. Ah, what should I do now."

Looking at the way the other party was talking to himself in confusion.Ursula could not help raising her voice. "Sir! My father is not here. Besides, you haven't told me who you are."

"What. Not here?" The young man woke up from his own world. "Not here. Teacher, he didn't come." He murmured.

Then he suddenly realized his gaffe, his face blushed, and hesitantly said, "It's really rude."

"It's okay. It's understandable when you're emotional. But you are?" Ursula asked the other party again patiently.

This time the other party's neck was red with embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry. I'm Edward Opal, a history student at Cambridge. I'm currently studying folklore, and I worked in Mr. Antonio's project group a few years ago. Your father helped me a lot, teaching I have a lot of things." Mr. Opal said sincerely.

"Ah, that's a pity. My father has already left for Egypt to participate in a new project. You may not be able to meet him in England for two years. I just stopped temporarily because of the train failure on the way to London." Sulla sighed, then asked a question that was on her mind. "But tell me how you knew I was Antonio Watson's daughter. Did my father show you my photograph when he was with you?"

"Ah, that's right." Mr. Opal said in a disappointed tone, but he quickly pulled himself together and answered Ursula. "The reason why I recognized Miss Watson was because I met your mother. When the gentleman called your name just now, I noticed that you seem to have oriental blood, and then I couldn't help but go up to this hotel with cultural relics to confirm gone."

"I see." Ursula clicked her tongue inwardly, there were too many coincidences on this trip.After glancing at the silent little Sherlock Holmes, who was very interested in jam, he extended an invitation. "Would you like to sit together?"

Edward Opal immediately agreed, and he sat across from the two of them.After she was seated, she couldn't help taking a sideways look at Ursula's fair face, and then another.I also watched Eric Holmes, who never spoke from the beginning to the end.finally asked. "Is this gentleman also here because of the train? Is he a passenger in the same carriage as you?"

"It's the same reason." The young Holmes changed his posture at this time, not as lively as when he praised the coffee just now.Instead, he used a reserved and arrogant tone.

After hearing this, Edward Opal turned to Ursula again, with a look of eagerness in his expression. "How long will you stay here? Are you interested in the folk culture here? If you are still here tomorrow, do I have the honor to show you the rock paintings by the sea?"

"This." Ursula was stunned for a moment, because she clearly felt that the sudden attention was not aimed at her father as before, but towards herself.In this case, she hesitated about this invitation.

Little Holmes interrupted suddenly, "My dear, won't you introduce me to my uncle's students?"

"Yeah." Ursula gave him a surprised look. She thought Eric had made up his mind not to talk to Mr. Opal.But in this case, she cleared her throat and solemnly introduced: "Mr. Opal, this is Mr. Eric Holmes. It's me..."

"It's her fiancé. Nice to meet you, Mr. Opal." The young Holmes interjected again, standing up and shaking hands with Edward Opal.

aha?What is mine?Eric, can you say it again?The villain in Ursula's spiritual world is no longer simply shocked, but has been struck by lightning.She just got engaged out of the blue?What the hell is this Sherlock Holmes doing!

Is it really the power of family inheritance?In the past, there was an uncle Sherlock Holmes who was engaged to his little maid in order to investigate the case.Then there is this nephew Eric Holmes who sacrificed his innocence just to gather some information?After all, Dafu chose a rival in love, what is student Xiaofu doing?

She kicked the opponent under the cover of the tablecloth.Eric Holmes didn't change his face, but pressed her paw on the table.Acting affectionately: "My dear Ursula, I cannot go to Egypt with my family due to physical reasons. Fortunately, I am here to escort her to the short-term guardian."

Your tone is exactly the same as when the blond aristocrat lamented my dear Alisa! Do you want to imitate it so much!

Ursula almost laughed.Now that he had said all the words, she didn't understand Eric's purpose.She simply lowered her head, as if acquiescing to what the other party said.To be honest, Ursula can't stand the fact that men and women are easy to see each other in this era. The single young people in the town where she lives are very, very hard at dancing, talking and dating, which makes her very different.

"Um, you're engaged." Edward Opal suddenly became depressed, and he also felt that his tone was wrong, so he quickly added another sentence. "You look so good together."

"Yes, I think so too." Erica took Ursula's hand and gave a kiss, then looked up proudly.

Ursula blushed with an effort.In the eyes of outsiders, it is a shy performance of a girl.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.The young folklorist smiled dryly, "Yeah. Ha, ha." Then tried to hide his frustration by changing the subject. "There are many places with good scenery here. It is very suitable for the two of you to go shopping. If necessary, I can be your tour guide. Haha."

"Thank you so much." Mr. Holmes held the other's hand vigorously, and then shook it. "Please do us this favor. We really don't know how to see the most interesting parts of this village in one day."

Tsk.Ursula rested her chin and watched Mr. Opal nodding numbly.He was forced to sit down on an empty seat.

"May I ask what type of attractions Miss Watson and Mr. Holmes are interested in. It's more natural or cultural." Mr. Opal took the tea poured by Eric Holmes and asked.

"..." Ursula glanced at the young Holmes who was still silent, and could only answer by herself. "For me, I want to go to a mysterious and romantic place."

"Mysterious romance?" Mr. Opal didn't quite understand. "What do you mean?"

"For example, the place where the mermaid and sea monster appeared." Ursula said in a dreamy tone full of innocent girls, holding her face. "I heard a passenger in the same car mention that this village has a witch doctor who can cure the curse of the sea monster. When I just arrived here, an old Mr. Landu also mentioned that someone here has seen a mermaid. How romantic~ She tilted her head on purpose, and looked up at the other party expectantly with an expression of raising her eyes from under the other party's line of sight. Her cheeks, which were not completely different from those of a girl of the same age in the West, blushed with excitement. , especially moving under the warm light that shines into the hotel as it approaches dusk.

Mr. Opal was stunned for a moment.

Eric Holmes glanced at the bumbling Ursula, then fixed his gaze on Mr. Opal's face.

The young folklorist didn't froze for too long, which may be the reason why for decent young people, girls with fiancés have their own charm-reducing buffs.He was stunned for a moment, and immediately returned to normal. He thought about Ursula's words for a while, and frowned, showing a very embarrassed look.

"I'm very sorry, but I really can't show you the places where mermaids haunt."

"Why? Is there any taboo? I know there seems to be something special about it. In this case, can we take a look from a distance and not get close? Just take a look." Ursula asked eagerly, completely obsessed with fairy tales The appearance of the little girl of the story.

"No, it's not because of this. In fact, it's considered private territory now, and there are fences, so you can't enter without the owner's consent."

"Huh?" Ursula gave little Holmes a wink in surprise, and then continued to ask. "Has it always been a private land? Could it be that the villager who saw the mermaid is the owner of that land?"

"No, it became a private land only this year, and you know the person who contracted this land. He is..."

"Mr. Lando!" Ursula and Eric Holmes looked at each other and said in unison.