Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"I didn't expect us to have such a moment. Hahaha." Dr. Watson straightened his cuffs and said to him who was also wearing an evening gown. "Isn't it, Holmes?"

His friend laughed in his characteristic silent way.

"Invaluable experience indeed. Sending our young man with the same surname to his first prom."

After the two old partners sighed, they turned to the young man beside them holding a bouquet of white roses in a very tacit understanding.

As one of the young men mentioned in the conversation of the elders, Eric Holmes was exceptionally calm.He looked down at the bouquet of white roses in his hands, silently half-bent his legs, and sat on the armrest of the sofa.

Dr. Watson clicked his tongue and gave Sherlock Holmes a wink.

"Ahem, Eric." Holmes looked at his friend's eyes, and turned to his nephew helplessly. "You don't seem in a good mood?"

"How could it be. Sherlock." Eric said slowly, "I'm so excited."

He looked up from the bouquet and looked straight at his uncle.

Sherlock Holmes met his gaze, understood the emotion hidden in Eric's eyes, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Your eyes seem to be on fire." He pointed. "But can it ignite the eyes of others?"

"Of course, Uncle, since fate has arranged the present for me, if I still can't grasp the future, then I really feel ashamed of Aphrodite's pity for me." The half-elf smiled slightly.

"Ha. Got it figured out?"

"I figured it out," said Eric Holmes firmly.

Dr. Watson looked at the big Sherlock Holmes and then at the little one over there, confused: "What charades are you two playing?"

"Uh, well..." Mr. Holmes was a little perplexed. He was just trying to figure out how to answer the doctor.

Eric suddenly straightened up, took a few steps forward, passed the two of them, and walked to the front.

The two adults were interrupted by this move, looked at each other, and subconsciously raised their heads like Holmes.

"Good evening. Dear gentlemen." A girl in a white evening dress appeared on the stairs and greeted the men who had been waiting for a long time.

She lifted the hem of her skirt and walked down the steps step by step with a sense of rhythm.

"Good evening, Miss Watson." Little Holmes handed Ursula the bouquet. "You shine brightly tonight."

"Thanks. I think so too." Ursula took the flower and sniffed it.

She looked appreciatively at little Sherlock Holmes, who was wearing a cravat and whose hair was rarely brushed back to reveal his forehead.Feeling that he seemed to be missing something, she thought for a while, picked out a white rose that bloomed just right from the bouquet, and inserted it into the other's chest pocket.

"That's right." She took a step back and looked at the effect.

Little Holmes smiled brightly at her gesture, while Dr. Watson turned his face halfway away and sighed.

Mr. Holmes at the side took a closer look at Ursula's open and natural expression, shook his head lightly, and said, "Let's go."

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"So the reason why you knew about the victim was from Inspector Lestrade." Ursula looked in amazement at Eric, who was sitting across from her (Dr. Watson insisted that Ursula sit with him) side). "I thought Sherlock told you. I didn't expect that, do you know each other well?"

For this inspector, Ursula's perception was that of a pig teammate at the beginning when she was reading the book, but after reading the empty house case, her perception changed greatly.

The other party's sentence "Mr. Holmes, welcome back to London." It really hit her heart.

God knows how uncomfortable she felt after seeing the fall of the cliff, and she felt a little comforted by feeling that there were still two thick books she hadn't read.After all, it is impossible for the protagonist to receive a lunch box when there is a sequel.

"Yes, we have a very good relationship. I lived with Sherlock for a while when I was young, and I often deal with each other. He is a very patient gentleman with children." Little Holmes said.

"He knew I wouldn't talk nonsense, so for the sake of Wangnian, he revealed a little bit to me." He gestured.

"You've done a lot with that little bit," Sherlock Holmes laughed, recalling Eric and Ursula's honest confession of their adventures after they were caught that night, and then Suddenly remembered something.

"You wear perfume, Ursula?" asked Mr. Holmes to Ursula.

"Oh, is it obvious?" Ursula asked a little sheepishly. "Evening primrose-based perfume, from Mrs. Caitlin's perfume house."

"Custom perfume?" Eric Holmes' face darkened suddenly, he grabbed Ursula's wrist, lowered his head and took a quick sniff. "Didn't you say it will take a week? If you went yesterday, it will be available today?"

"To be precise, they gave it to me as soon as I went yesterday, saying that they made it for me on their own initiative." Ursula tilted her head and looked at the half-elf with a nervous expression.

"You just use it?"

"Yes. I think I should use it. Especially they actually replaced the so-called black tea jasmine fragrance with evening primrose." Miss Witch said firmly, this decision was made by her as discussed with Eric before, and went alone I ordered perfume in the store, but was told that her perfume was already ready at that moment.

After seeing her, the shop assistant in the blue dress who couldn't tell her age was very enthusiastic, and told the perfumer with apologetic face that he criticized her after visiting the store, and corrected the scent of the soul according to her residual breath.

Said that this bottle of soul incense was given to her for free to make up for the misleading fault of the guests.

In Ursula's view, this was simply a provocation to her witch.She is indifferent to the world, and this situation can't be tolerated anymore.What's more, she is not a character that can be suppressed casually, otherwise she would not suppress the goblins in her hometown in a fit of anger.

Little Holmes and her maintained this posture, and when they confronted each other, neither of them was willing to give in.But in the end, Eric was the first to lose.

"I see, please tell me first next time, okay?" Little Holmes turned to hold her hand tightly, pleading earnestly.

You haven't discussed some things with me in advance.Ursula was ready to respond, but Eric suddenly lowered his profile.

His eyes and tone of voice were too sincere. If she still said this, it would appear that she was making trouble out of no reason.

Ursula nodded silently.

Eric Holmes smiled at her mildly, and sat back down again.

"Is there something wrong with this perfume?" Sherlock Holmes asked Ursula after the two of them had stopped arguing.

"There must be something wrong," said Ursula honestly. "After all, the other party is too attentive. I originally thought that the lotus perfume that the bride in the store must buy had some clues, but now it seems that I guessed wrong."

She turned her head and saw Dr. Watson frowning tightly beside her, and quickly added: "There is nothing wrong with the perfume itself. At least I have a reputation as a witch, and I know a lot about poisonous plants. Besides, if it wasn't Eric didn't notice anything wrong when Sherlock asked, he was more sensitive about it."

Ursula didn't really know how much Sherlock Holmes knew about her nephew's identity, so she gave him a tentative look.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Holmes nodded.

"Yes, Watson. In this way, the perfume itself is fine. I can ask Eric to vouch for you. He is naturally sensitive to the characteristics of plants."

"However, you two still have to be careful. Don't rely on your mysterious little ability to be careless." After comforting the doctor, he turned back to warn the two children.

"Yes." Both of them agreed with a little guilt. Looking back, the two of them were indeed a little bold.

"Okay, let's not talk about the case tonight. This is Ursula and Eric's first social dance, so it's so memorable." In the end, Dr. Watson, who was actually the most worried, couldn't stand it and suddenly became depressed. Atmosphere, clapped hands.

"Look, it's almost here. Ursula, are you looking forward to it?" He pointed to the faintly cast lights outside the car window, and asked his niece kindly.

"Looking forward!" Ursula nodded with a smile.What a blessing to have the first ball of adulthood, with Dr. Watson and Mr. Holmes as guardians.

The carriage began to slow down, and finally stopped at the yelling of the coachman.

A tall building with a magnificent white stone adorned exterior wall unfolded in front of her.

The door was bustling with men and women in bright clothes. Under the guidance of the waiter, they stepped up the steps and entered the beautiful open door.

"This is Earl William Guth's London Beppu. He likes to participate in political activities very much. He has a lot of voice in the parliament and is also keen on socializing. Therefore, the first social ball in the government circle is basically held here every year. Yes," Eric whispered to Ursula.

"Is he acquainted with Mr. Big Holmes (meaning Mycroft)?" asked Ursula.

"It's hard to say. But now that I'm an adult, my father said that we still have to go through the motions, before I graduate from college and decide on a career." He shrugged. "He seems a little unwilling to give up, and still wants me to follow his path."

"Well, parents will have thoughts." Ursula nodded understandingly. In fact, she couldn't imagine what kind of changes would happen to Mr. Holmes, who was gentler than Sherlock in the original book, after becoming a father, but Reminiscent of her parents' enthusiasm for letting her join archaeological research, I realized.

Thinking of their parents' worries about their future development, the two young people had lingering fears and chose to shake hands to encourage each other.

"Thank you." The two smiled at each other.

"What are you talking about laughing so happily?" A steady middle-aged male voice rang out.

"Father!" Little Holmes' eyes lit up, and he turned his head away.

When Ursula heard Eric's address, she looked forward curiously and nervously.

A middle-aged man with the same height as Sherlock Holmes, but obviously much richer, stood at the bottom of the steps and looked at them with a smile.

He caught Ursula's gaze and met hers immediately.Startled, Ursula clutched Eric's arm, feeling something was wrong again.The brush loosened again.

"What are you guilty of?" Eric looked angrily and funny at Ursula who was trying to keep a distance from him, pulled her back, and motioned for her to hold him.

"This kind of thing is what men should be timid. What are you afraid of? It's not that you kidnapped other girls."

"But you're a beauty too. Whoops!" Ursula whispered, and was tapped lightly on the forehead.

"How are you, Ursula." Mycroft Holmes approached, he looked down at the embarrassed Ursula, and his attitude was very kind: "Do you mind if I call you by your first name? Since we are about to become a family gone."

"Of course not!" replied Ursula hastily.

"That's great, I believe we can become good friends." He smiled heartily and winked at her mischievously.

Ursula felt that this expression and movement were very familiar, she thought for a while, looked at little Holmes, and then turned her head.

"You look like Eric," she said sincerely.

"It's the first time you've said that. Others say he looks more like his mother." Big Mr. Holmes laughed.

"I haven't met Mrs. Holmes, so I can't draw conclusions, but in terms of demeanor and expression, you two are too similar," she replied.

This sentence really made Mycroft laugh. He took a close look at the black-haired girl and patted his son on the shoulder.

"Treat her well. I know that Ursula's parents have gone to Egypt. I have already sent a letter. When they come back from their busy projects, our two families will have a good reunion." Big Holmes said.

This remark terrified Ursula so much that she wrote.There is also a party, oh, engagement must be a meeting between the two parties.There is something wrong with their marriage contract where they haven't seen their parents for so long, she reflected.

Seeing that the girl around her became depressed, which was visible to the naked eye, Holmes made up his mind not to let her think too much.

He coughed, caught Ursula's attention, and said with a smile, "Come on, it's time for us to enter."

Surrounded by the three adults, they walked up the steps and entered the brightly lit foyer of the mansion together with others.