Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Ursula slept soundly. The bed was still soft, but it felt a little cold.She turned over to pull the quilt, but found nothing.Miss Witch whimpered softly, curled up, her eyelids began to move slightly, and she was about to wake up.

"Quick, quick, no! It's slowing down, slowing down! You idiots, be careful. People are about to wake up! Didn't you ask you to release the fog?!" A hoarse voice sounded.

"It's released, but we only brought a little, and that guy didn't say that it was a witch! Boss, how can you blame us!" said an aggrieved voice.

"To increase the price! To increase the price!" Several sharp voices yelled.

Ursula frowned, stung by the sound.

"Shut up, bastard!" The original voice lowered its voice. "You fools, she's going to be woken up."

"Then what to do now, boss."

"Find her something to cover. Don't let her wake up from the cold."

"Okay, boss."

After a rustling sound, Ursula felt a strong smell of smoke hit her face.Someone else seemed to want to cover her face with the source of the smell of smoke, and now she couldn't bear it any longer. She coughed and got up, holding down the hands that wanted to cover her with the cloak.

"Hey, choking," protested Ursula.

"She's awake! She's awake!" Several dwarf-like goblins screamed nearby.

"Who told you to use that old smoking gun's cloak!" the leader roared.

"Boss, we are all smokers." A young knight pleaded aggrieved.

"Long time no see~Your Excellency Wigginson." Seeing this, Miss Witch straightened her nightgown, found a comfortable position, and sat on the cloud under her.

"Hahahaha." The leader laughed dryly. "It's been a long time, Mr. Woodland Witch."

He is a tall man with a big beard and no age.Wearing black medieval armor, riding a handsome horse with faint blue light.Surrounding him were other knights in the same attire.

They pulled the reins above the clouds in the sky and galloped their horses like they were on the grassland on land.

But these knights hidden in the clouds are not angels. In the bard's song, they are called demons in the air, who specialize in snatching the bride at the wedding.At the moment when the couple took the oath, the girl came roaring, screaming and laughing, and swept the girl away with the wind and took her to a foreign land.

Ursula patted the cloud drawn by two translucent horses, and looked at the leader of the air bandits very kindly.

"Why~ haven't you given up on this kind of house robbery? Well, it seems that the business is booming? Even the church's territory is not spared." She pointed to the cloud, which could be vaguely seen, especially in the sky. In the direction of St Paul's Cathedral in the tiny city of London.

"You misunderstood. This is really a misunderstanding." The bearded Wigginson covered his face, feeling the pain in the bridge of his nose. "We've stopped robbing brides a long time ago. You see, I didn't steal you from the wedding scene."

"Oh, that's the start of stealing people directly. In this way, you only robbed brides before, at least it's okay, uh, some principles?" Ursula squinted her eyes.

"No! We are acting according to the contract with the employer." The bearded man complained. "The girl we took away also has a contract with us. Don't you have it too? I thought you knew it, but I was shocked when I saw it was you just now."

"Contract?" Ursula thought for a while, "You mean the Tarot card?"

"That's right!" With a clear expression, the leader pulled the restless horse and approached Ursula. "It's all said and done."

"But I was half asleep and heard the mist?" Ursula tilted her head. "Are you stunned first?"

"It's a big misunderstanding. Those little girls left with us by themselves. It's only for you. It's a hypnotic mist. I just feel that the air is bumpy and I want you to sleep more. Look, didn't we prepare this cloud bed? .” He rubbed his hands together. "Exclusive VIP treatment."

"Oh." Ursula pressed the cloud indifferently, and stood up.She stepped on the limp cloud and approached the leader who parked the ghost horse next to her.

Then, caught off guard, he grabbed his beard.

"Let go! You... uh, respect the woodland witch, please let go?" the leader yelled in pain, and when he saw the black flame burning from Ursula's left hand, he immediately froze. "I'll tell you the truth. What do you want to know?"

"Of course all of them. But time is limited, let's start with your actions tonight." She smiled.

If in this era, pilots with night training fly through the clouds, they will see such a strange scene.

More than a dozen translucent luminous horses with complete saddles formed a circle.In the middle are the same number of black-armored knights sitting obediently in front of them cross-legged.

And in the middle is a black-haired girl in a white nightgown, sitting on the edge of a chubby cloud, dangling her bare feet.He turned his head and listened carefully to the words of the bearded knight squatting in the air.

"So, the agreement is that the person who gets the card will be picked up by you to that perfume house in the middle of the night?" Ursula pinched Yun. "But how do you know these girls are willing. You also said that they thought they were dreaming."

"Because that's how the fairies' contracts are written. They signed it themselves, and they still use their real names." The bearded man felt that he was extremely unlucky.He looked at Miss Witch's golden eyes that hadn't changed at all, and couldn't help but think of the time when he met her in the past.

Ten years ago, he was a small captain of the Air Demon Army, and he came out to enclose his own territory.

Originally, he had set his sights on a bay in Ireland, but just after entering the country, he tripped over a vine and fell into a flower bush. His face was covered in blood by the sharp thorns of the flower branches.

Even if he had no common sense, he knew that it was impossible for jungle vines and roses to grow on a beach full of sand.

As a result, the demon immediately realized that this was a territory covered by big bosses, so he had no choice but to walk away with his men in despair, looking for the target again.

In order to avoid the boss, he galloped hundreds of kilometers in the opposite direction.For the second expedition, he chose a forest with a lake.There are many human villages next to them, which look very prosperous.

This time there was no obstruction at all, and he landed smoothly.And very fortunately, they happened to have a country wedding party that was taking place in the evening.

He felt that this was simply God's will, and made up his mind that he was gearing up to lead his subordinates to a big fight.But to be on the safe side, he first turned himself into a guest and entered the door to get close to the bride.

Because this kind of dance will definitely invite the priest who will witness the marriage during the day, and the demon needs to confirm whether the priest here has special power.

Everything went smoothly like a dream, and the young pastor was a monk at all, completely powerless.

The demon couldn't help feeling complacent, and boldly approached the bride directly.But after taking a few steps in this way, he tripped over an outstretched foot, and unfortunately, there was a heavy old hazel plank (exorcism) table in front of him, and his nose hit it firmly.

He rubbed his crooked bloody nose and pretended to be, but he was dizzy, his magic power was unstable, and he refused other guests who exclaimed God bless him and wanted to help him.Cursing inwardly, he ran out in a panic.

Then, when passing by the female guests, he tripped again.

He snapped in front of a brown lambskin boot, and the demon looked up angrily.A little girl with black hair and blond eyes looked at him with a smile, and sprinkled a handful of money grass on his head.

"I hope you don't hang in the air again this time." She said with a smile.

Then, the demon found that his legs were suddenly filled with lead, and he couldn't climb in the air at all.

There was no way, under the double attack of copper money grass and hazel wood, the transformation technique was about to collapse.He could only use his heavy legs to start moving.

After escaping from the house, he walked for a full day and night before getting out. He asked the local goblins about the territory of the so-called lord woodland witch here, and lifted the curse.

In the eyes of the demons, being raped by an underage human witch is a great insult to a knight of the magic army who has been in the air magic army for hundreds of years.

The demon Wigginson made up his mind to take revenge and grab the territory by the way.After a week of careful preparation, he pulled up a team, captured a goblin leading the way, and headed straight for the woodland witch's house on a moonless night.

At this time, there was only the young Ursula as the master in the family.Her parents, who were obsessed with research, went to collect the scenery of the newly discovered ancient monuments nearby, and they would not be able to return until a week later.

Ursula refused the housekeeper's company, closed the bedroom door, and climbed into bed by herself, intending to sleep.But as soon as she tucked herself into bed, the demon team arrived.

Wigginson laughed sharply, lifted the quilt, and reached out to grab the seemingly defenseless little Ursula, um, or to grab the hair and lift it up.

The moment he touched Ursula's hair, his hand was corroded by the light and turned boneless.

Little Ursula pressed the laurel wreath that was beginning to glow in the dark room, and helplessly climbed out of bed, ignoring Wigginson who was rolling and howling on the ground, and the monsters who saw her coming down and began to retreat.

He took a scarf from the chest of drawers and wrapped it around his head.

"Be quiet," said the little black-haired witch.She stepped on the goblin's nose and broke it again. "If you don't leave, I can only exorcise the demon."

"You're a witch! How can you do those priest's jobs, exorcism!" Wigginson howled. "What's on your head! You cunning witch!"

"It's noisy! I have no obligation to tell you." Ursula moved her foot, took out a hazel branch, and looked around at the monsters who were about to pounce at any time. "I'm going to start~ Mr. Demons, since you don't plan to leave."

"Fuck me! Grab that little girl. As long as you don't touch her weird hair!" Wigginson got up and shouted at his men.

Then, there is no more.They overlapped, and after being deprived of their real names one by one by Ursula, the local goblins carried them and threw them into the gate of another world.

So ten years later, the team was expanded and the rank was upgraded. Wigginson, who hadn't been out for a long time, saw the girl brought by his subordinates, with a grown-up version of the face of a little witch that was too familiar, and After the soul of the person who can give orders that will be remembered after being deprived of his name fluctuated, his nose was sore and tears were about to come down.

Having matured, he thought for a while, and quickly got the cloud bed carriage and hypnotic fog, just to make this little ancestor not wake up and sleep soundly.

In the end, he was screwed up by his newly recruited stupid subordinates.He glared resentfully at his stunned adjutant who had only been recruited for 5 years.

"Stop staring." Ursula nodded. "Okay, I roughly understand the situation. You are playing the role of the transport brigade."

"Yes, yes. Your Excellency the Woodland Witch." Wigginson smiled flatteringly, but unfortunately this smile coupled with his bushy beard could only scare the child to tears.

"Then go on." Ursula retracted her legs in the air and tucked into her nightgown.Even though these horses and people have been used as windshields here, the altitude is still too cold.

"Huh? Go on to what? What do you mean?" Wigginson asked puzzled.

"Send me wherever you want. After all, it's a contract, isn't it Mr. Knight?" Ursula glanced up at him.

"Ah? Yes, yes. But, is it really okay? That perfume house opened by a human wizard doesn't look like a good person." The bearded demon pretended to be worried. "My lord witch, you have to think carefully."

"I wouldn't break a goblin's contract. I'm sure you wouldn't either, wouldn't you, Wigginson Joe Greencott." Ursula ignored his little trick completely, and gazed at him with her golden eyes.

"Yes, master." The demon whose real name was read out bowed his head under the power of the words, and he knelt down on one knee, performing a standard knight's allegiance salute.

"Your order is the direction where my sword points, and I will fulfill all your wishes."

"That's really great, since you have this kind of awareness. Before we go, please use your sharp sword to help me achieve one~" Ursula hugged her knees and looked at the black-armored monster carefully.

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"I don't like your beard for a long time, shave it off!"

"!"

Over London, there was a sudden gust of wind, and the demonic cavalry in the air whizzed past with water vapor, making a whining sound, which caused the citizens who were sleeping late to worry about checking whether the windows were closed tightly.

Their iron hooves marched forward in the wind, and their black cloaks turned into thick clouds, firmly covering the bright full moon.