Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Ursula, who took back the power stored in the core of Ms. Black Rose, was resurrected with full blood.I think I can beat ten more monsters (Wickinson: Don't use me as a classifier!).

Under her magical rhetorical question, the other party fell silent again.

Ursula became a little irritable. She was always vigorous and decisive, and she was not very good at dealing with this kind of hesitant villain.

In fact, according to the previous practice, she might just start using magic to bombard her.However, after transmigrating to this world, the prudence she developed when she suddenly faced that other world still made her withdraw her hands that were eager to rub the fireball.

It turns out that in this dimension with its inner and outer worlds, you can never be too careful.

After the man calmed down, the elements in the underground palace began to boil, and the response of the wind element was particularly enthusiastic.After Ursula's nightgown experienced the ravages of water vapor on the cloud layer, a big hole was cut by the restless wind element.

What a disaster.Next time she gets involved in any case, she must wear cheap clothes to sleep every day!

Ursula took off the fluffy robe with a bit of distress, lifted it over her head and followed the gradually stronger airflow, shook it a few times, and then threw it vigorously towards the man in black.

The moment the white flannel got out of her hand, it burned violently, turning into a big fireball wrapped in black flames, attacking the opponent with the wind.

But when the fireball rushed halfway, the direction of the wind changed, and the wind elements collectively turned around, wrapping black flames and hitting Ursula's front.

However, she didn't panic at all.Ursula had expected this to happen when she found out that the other party was an air elemental.The reason why she let the nightgown help the combustion is to increase the size of the fireball and...

"burst!"

The witch put her hands in front of her mouth, made a heart-wrenching gesture, and spoke softly.

The nightgown exploded into countless small pieces of cloth in an instant. Under the airflow, they turned into paper airplane shapes. With the help of the updraft, they traveled against the wind and rushed towards the man in black at an astonishing speed.

Ursula silently thanked her physics teacher in her previous life, picked up her skirt, and followed these little things that hadn't appeared on the world's technology line, towards the direction of the enemy.

The man in black was obviously stunned, he had no idea that there was something breaking through the resistance brought by his wind, and was going against the wind.

"Boom!" Hei Yan rushed forward, his whole body was engulfed by the gathered flames.

Ursula stopped and stood five steps away from him, silently watching him being burned by the flames from chaos.

"Oh, I still underestimated you." After the flames were completely extinguished, the black robe was completely burned off, and the man in black laughed. "Miss Watson."

He wiped his face, saw that his hands were also black, and he couldn't wipe them clean, so he simply snapped his fingers, used the airflow to roll up some water from a pool not far away, and controlled it to pour it on his head.

It was only then that Ursula noticed that the liquid in the pool had turned back to the clear and glowing state it had been in the beginning.

The other party took a shower in front of her without any scruples.

Ursula looked straight at the whole process with a blank face, and she didn't have the character of a lady of this era who would scream when she saw a man open his shirt and avoid seeing her.There is only full vigilance to prevent the opponent's sneak attack.

Under the cleaning of these strange pools of water, the man who had been burned into a stick of black charcoal gradually showed his true face.He pushed back his long wet hair, revealing a face that looked like a sculpture of a figure from the ancient Roman period.

"Oh, Monsieur Lisbon!"

Ursula spoke flatly, politely shocked.

"Miss Watson, why the tone? Did you expect it to be me?" He asked politely.Because the white shirt under his black robe was also damaged by the ashes of the black robe and the water he poured later, it became like a black rag, sticking wetly to his body.The muscular silhouette outlined by the crumpled cotton material makes him more like a waking sculpture.

"It turns out that you can talk well. You are a good learner~" Ursula sarcastically said.

"Actually, I didn't plan to come here today." The dancer, who was as beautiful as a Greek god, didn't care about the young girl's ridicule, and said to himself.

"But when I had a sudden whim in the morning and wanted to watch the comedy about the disappearance of the bride staged at the Earl's Mansion, I was surprised to find that the girl who was destined to disappear the night before was still sleeping soundly in the boudoir."

"What's going on here? Who broke the promise and abandoned the oath the good night before~" he recited in an aria-like tone.

"And a new covenant will be made in the morning." Mr. Lisbon looked at Ursula intently, his eyes full of affection.

"Who am I? Miss Watson?" He cast the spell again, which he repeated several times without answering.

Ursula, who was locked by the wind element that became active again with this sentence, tightly pursed her lips, unwilling to utter a syllable.

This question of Mr. Lisbon, who is obviously not an ordinary human being, keeps asking her for his identity, which is not a question that can be answered casually.

Although she didn't know what the result of the other party's speech spirit would be, if she guessed wrong, she would definitely be unlucky.Especially when the other party even blocked the exit without any hassle, what he was asking for was huge.She looked at the little tornado Mr. Lisbon had used to block the curtain.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and Ursula felt that the air around her was getting thinner.She touched her neck and found it difficult to breathe.At this time, even if she uses the fire elemental magic she is good at, it will only consume oxygen.

Damn wind elemental mage.The witch whose original attribute is fire curses inwardly, and the natural elements are mutually restraining, making it easy for her to suffer even when she is at the same level.

"Who am I?" The curse-like question began again, and it also used the wind element to bring echoes and buzz in the underground palace.

Think of yourself as a Sphinx!There are so many problems.Ursula complained while using her magic power to keep the wind element from fleeing.

"Give me some hints!" Seeing that the situation was not very good, she hurriedly tried to find another way to get out of trouble. "Even in that golden age, no matter how ferocious the monster, no matter how noble the god is, they would give hints before asking the riddle, wouldn't they? Mr. Lisbon."

"It makes sense." Mr. Lisbon, who has severe self-awareness impairment, put on a slightly arrogant smile on his handsome face. He seemed to be pleased by Ursula's words. "Then let me give you a hint."

"My strength comes from them." He took two cards from his pocket and threw them at Ursula.

The wind element held up the extremely fast movement card, but Ursula's hand prevented it from scratching the side of his face.

"Revenge is really strong~Mr. Lisbon. Do you want to destroy my face for revenge just by burning one of your robes?" Ursula said dissatisfiedly holding the cards. Although she answered in time, she felt that her His fingers were aching.

Oops, still scratched.Before the blood flowed out, she quickly switched to another hand to take the cards.

Ursula unfolded the cards with a sigh of regret when the opponent saw her change hands.

Lovers and magicians?

Ah, it couldn't be more obvious.It couldn't be more obvious, Ursula thought after reading the cards, with the spring water behind it.

"Now, do you understand?" The other party began to press harder and harder, and the air became thinner.

"Got it, got it!" Ursula held her breath and was going to smash the jar. "You are He..."

"Whoa!"

All the curtains behind Mr. Lisbon fell down, hitting him who was standing below, and a pile of cloth piled up, burying him tightly and airtight.

The troublesome wind element magic was interrupted.

"You can't answer him, Ursula." A clear voice sounded. "It has to be fair. Since you haven't given me any promises, then of course you can't answer other people's curses."

A tall figure jumped down from the high steps, stepped onto the curtain, jumped over the layers of heavy fabric with extreme ease, and soon landed beside Ursula.

"I got you, Miss Witch," he whispered in Ursula's ear.

Ursula's right hand was placed on his lips, after being touched slightly.

"The smell of blood."

The blood line that couldn't heal immediately because it was scratched by magic was wiped away.

Ursula blushed and shuddered at the gesture.She tried to pull her hand back, but the other party held it very firmly.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Ursula growled at him.

But after she tried to struggle for a while, not only one hand, but also her waist was completely imprisoned, and she couldn't move at all. She could only helplessly bury her face in the other's warm chest, listening to the sound made her feel calm. heartbeat.

After Eric Holmes took the thinly dressed girl into his arms, he led her around in a circle.

Now, instead, he is facing the direction of the curtain.

"Of course I know what I'm doing, but it's you, who still wants to solve this situation by yourself?" He gritted his teeth and looked at the wind element that hadn't completely dissipated, and looked at Miss Witch's head.

"Didn't you say that yourself? Who can steal my soul." Ursula buried herself in his arms and said in a low voice. "Since there will be no loss of soul, what am I afraid of. The worst is to blow up this underground palace, and I will crawl out again."

"And, I know, you will definitely come..." She felt that the other party was really angry, so she quickly put her arms around his waist and said so. "Ahem, it's all because I believe in you, Eric."

Ah, coaxed.Ursula felt the muscles in her face relax, and closed her eyes to think.

In order to prevent Eric from getting angry again, she silently swallowed the words that she wanted the other party to let go of her, and began to pretend to be dead.

"Half-elf, you're here too." A bag bulged on the curtain, the fabric was shredded by the wind blade, and Mr. Lisbon appeared in front of them again.

Hearing that guy's voice, Ursula couldn't help but move a bit, trying to turn her head.This time, little Holmes didn't stop her, but turned her over cooperatively, with her back to him, and embraced her again.

Ursula looked up at the opponent's clean chin, sighed deeply, and gave up struggling.

"Tsk, I'm not interested in men." Mr. Lisbon straightened his hair. Before Ursula turned his head, he threw away the tattered clothes on his body, cut a curtain with magic, and tied a Knot.Now it was all Greek attire.

With that classical appearance, it looks more like an ancient god.

"However, since Miss Watson doesn't want to answer me, what about you?" He stepped out of the ruins and smiled at Eric who was looking at him indifferently.

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