Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"soul……"

"She really said that?" Eric squeezed a flower fairy's transparent wings and shook it, dropping some sparkling fairy dust. His face faded from the disappointed expression just now, and he leaned against the hotel On the wall at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor, thoughtful.

Wearing a fluffy gauze dress, this little flower spirit with an innocent face floated out of Ursula's room humming a little song after he left the room.

Originally perched on flowers on Ursula's bedside table.Because this hotel likes to decorate with fresh cut flowers of various colors to show its wealth and high-end atmosphere, small flower essences of various colors are splashing all over the building.Ursula and the others didn't care about these scary little things that were dodging around.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo " sobbed little flower spirit, afraid of being ripped off the wings. "It's not bad at all. Can you let me go? My lord."

The half-elf was expressionless, showing no sign of being moved by this poor and beautiful little creature.He casually threw the little guy into the vase of roses on the low table beside him (the hotel used to decorate the corridor).

"Puff puff puff puff! Ah bah!"

As soon as Xiao Huajing was freed, she immediately became rampant, her innocent face twisted, revealing her sharp teeth.

She flew to a place out of Eric's reach, made faces at him, spit at him, and changed her weakness and fragility just now.

"Hmph, bad elf, you bad half-blood. You won't get a witch..."

Just when this evil goblin tried to curse little Sherlock Holmes, suddenly his wings stopped flapping and he was stagnant in mid-air.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. The light sheet disappears.

"Have you figured out how to speak?" The half-elf didn't raise his eyes. He took out a folded map of London and unfolded it to browse.

"Ahem! My lord...you and...Miss Witch...will definitely be together! You are a match made in heaven!" Xiaohuajing grabbed her neck and took a big breath.

"Let's go. Don't let me see you sneaking around her anymore. Keep your nightmares in check."

Hearing this pleasant blessing, Eric condescended to glance at this dishonest little guy who was trying to spray the flowers in the witch's room so as to steal energy in his dreams.

He moved his fingers and let go of the invisible confinement in the air.

Then the attention returned to the map again, completely ignoring what happened to this little goblin, touching the back without wings, with real tears, and fled back to the other world tremblingly.

"The wind is moving," he murmured.

In the room separated by a wall, the golden glitter in Miss Black Rose's eyes overflowed.

Eric slowly drew a line on the map of London as if feeling something, and finally stopped at a point on Regent Street.

He laughed lowly when he saw the place name after removing his finger.

"Got you, Ursula."

"Take it as if you really caught me, remember?" A few hours ago, above the sky of London, which was still immersed in the night, a girl wrapped in a nightgown gave orders to a group of black armored knights.

"Don't show that miserable expression." Ursula squinted at the leader who was squatting on the clouds and shut himself up. "Look up, let me see, um, I'm much more handsome now than before~"

"..." Wigginson was forced to raise his head under the power of Yan Ling in humiliation, revealing a very fair baby face, because the beard has been covered for many years, the smooth skin after shaved is extraordinarily delicate, with a rosy color rosy.

"Your eyes are still aqua blue." Ursula leaned in and smiled viciously, lifting his bangs. "Okay, knight. Please complete your mission~"

She withdrew her hand and helped him cover the helmet's visor.

"Then, it's time to descend!" Wigginson buzzed in his helmet.

The dense clouds suddenly dispersed, and the little clouds under Ursula's body also blurred, and her body fell instantly, falling to the ground at an extremely fast speed.

Her braided long hair spread out due to the air current and danced with the wind. The silver hairband was rolled into the distance and disappeared into the corner of the street.

It was about to hit the ground on the face and hit the stone pavement of the commercial street.Ursula didn't intend to close her eyes and scream at all, she just pulled the skirt of her nightgown to reduce the blowing of the cool wind.

The moment she was a few meters away from touching the ground, the ghost horse flashed on the ground, and the leader of the black-armored knight tried to catch Miss Witch in a princess hug.

The bright moonlight of this full moon night was scattered by the clouds and shone again, shining on the girl in a white robe with a flying dress. The dark knight raised his hands high and was about to touch her skirt.

"Ah, thanks." A flame ignited under Ursula, and the air was instantly distorted by the heat. Lifted by the hot air, she turned over, stepped on the demon knight's head, and landed lightly with her strength. ground.

Wigginson, who was stepped on the heavy helmet firmly and burned his hand, let out a muffled groan.

"What should I do next?" Ursula ignored the leader who was struggling to pull out his helmet, and turned to the young adjutant brother.

"Alas! Alas? What to do!" The other party pulled the rein of the ghost horse in a panic and took several steps back.

"I mean, how do the brides who are brought here usually behave," Ursula explained.

"Just follow us in silence..." he said dryly, peeking at his struggling boss from the corner of his eye.

"And the look? Is it bright?" Ursula asked patiently.

"It should be nothing, it's... how do you say it, right! It's empty!" the adjutant said, slapping his thigh.

"Oh~" Ursula thought for a moment, rubbed her face, and then turned to Wigginson who finally took off his helmet. "is this correct?"

Her eyes faded from the golden light and returned to their usual amber color. She was clearly looking in his direction, but she was completely out of focus.

"Well. Exactly the same."

Wigginson spat out a mouthful of blue blood foam and said bitterly.

Now he was completely honest, because after this meeting, although Ursula used the spirit of speech and threatened him with black flames, she really didn't beat him herself.

This kind of situation gave him the illusion that when the violent little girl grew up, in order to take care of her image, she still restrained herself a little.This made him want to scare Ursula even though he knew that his name had been mastered and he couldn't hurt his master.

In the end, Ursula was still the same Ursula. Even though she looked like an elegant lady on the outside, she was still the violent legal girl who would step on the bridge of his nose if she disagreed with her.

The only reason I didn't kick him today was because I didn't wear shoes.Wigginson had a sudden epiphany.

"Let's start." The witch raised her chin.

"Idiots!" the demon leader yelled loudly, rubbing his nose with reflex acid reflux. "go ahead!"

"Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka!"

The demon knights laughed wildly, and several dwarf musicians blew their shrill flutes.

The blue mist spread around them, extending crookedly to the door of the building not far away, like a road in the sky.

The girl followed behind the leader knight in a daze, not caring that the white nightgown was dragged on the ground, and walked barefoot under the dots of blue light.

The closed door of the perfume house with a black signboard slowly opened.The flames of several candles floated out.

Ursula looked over, keeping her soulless eyes.It turned out that the candle was not floating in the air, but held by several people in black robes.

"Isis is here. Come in, sleeping bride..." said the man in black who stood at the front.Although the other party tried to create a mysterious atmosphere as much as possible, but...

"She can't see you?" said Ursula in a breathy voice, standing directly behind Wigginson.Because her current position is completely blocked by tall people and horses from the other side, logically these people in black robes should not be able to see her.

"That's right. Do they think those brides walked across half of London barefoot?" Wiggins didn't have to worry about it, he sneered loudly.

"Then why do you put on a guard of honor at such a distance?" Ursula gritted her teeth.

"It's a sense of ritual." He held his helmet and said eloquently with his head held high.

Ursula suddenly understood how the demi-sirons felt the day she pulled out the record player in the treasure cave.

It was rare for her to confess her conscience for 3 seconds.

Then he ordered in a low voice to the demon knight.

"Since this is the case, get out of the way and get in my way. I don't want to go through you."

Wigginson pursed his lips, pulled up the rein, and stepped aside.

Only then did Ursula walk towards the women in black robes step by step following the traces of the blue mist.

The closer she got, the more clearly she could identify the identities of these people.It was the clerks of the perfume house, most of their faces were covered by hoods, and the small candles held in their palms could only illuminate their chins.

"Welcome." The woman at the front took off her hood and held up a candle.

Sure enough, it was the shop assistant in the blue skirt.

She squinted into Ursula's face carefully, and then gave a look of surprise.

"What's today..." The lady just uttered a sentence, then quickly closed her mouth and swallowed her own doubts.

She couldn't help but turned her head and looked at the empty, dark street in her eyes.Of course, there was no sign of another girl at all, and the clerk sighed when he saw this. "Forget it, sooner or later. Please come with me, bride. I will teach you how to be a perfect woman."

"Hahahaha. Master, do you hear me? Hurry up and study hard~" the demon who started to talk cheap again shouted behind her.

Ursula, who was being taunted by the smack-and-eat fellow, showed no emotion at all, and she didn't even move her eyes.A few seconds later, Wigginson was heard cursing and extinguishing the fire.

"The store manager!" A man in black robes with a young voice said in horror: "Black flames!"

"Don't be afraid, this is a miracle given to us by the gods." The leader who was called the store manager calmly said.

Miracle is a big-headed ghost, Ursula kept her expression on and complained.Obviously, neither the store manager nor the staff are the so-called behind-the-scenes masterminds.Ordinary people who cannot see goblins can command an army of immobile sky goblins.

She sighed inwardly, if Wigginson was not bound by another contract, she could not name the client.Why does she have to blow the cold wind here barefoot at night.

"Take her in." The store manager watched excitedly as the flames floating in the air slowly extinguished (in fact, Wigginson tore off the cloak with the help of his subordinates), restored his poker face, and ordered.

Ursula stood still, and two clerks stepped forward, took her by the arms, and led her into the store.

After entering the familiar shop lobby, they didn't stop, but continued to hold her forward.

Ursula was completely resigned and led away like a marionette.To be honest, the movements of the two shop assistants were so gentle that she didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

That is, they still wear corsets.As Ursula moved, her arms would touch their sides, and the presence of the corset was clearly felt.

At the end of the store, they stopped.

Ursula raised her eyes slightly, and there was a huge tapestry on the wall in front of her.She had noticed this tapestry a few days ago, when it had a picture of a tree in full bloom.And now, a withered tree stands upside down on this tapestry.

Its appearance was dark and distorted, and it was even more ugly against the golden background.

The moment Ursula saw the tree, the first swear word of the year burst out inside her.

"This is going to kill me," she thought as she watched the tapestry begin to slowly descend, revealing a dark basement entrance.