Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

This Mr. Lisbon, who was as handsome as a Greek god, solemnly handed Ursula, who had stepped onto the altar, a green crystal that appeared too frequently in her recent life.

"Excuse me. I have a question." Ursula played with the light, which was only a crystal branch with dark green liquid flowing.

"You don't regret it, do you? Miss Watson." Mr. Lisbon looked at her vigilantly. "Don't think that if the tree turns into energy, you can simply escape from the space of the underground palace."

"I've promised. I don't know what it is sir." Ursula taunted. "I don't think you're a liar."

"Then what do you want to ask?" Mr. Lisbon looked at her impatiently.

"Tsk, I'm so impatient." Ursula smiled while covering her mouth. "I just wanted to ask, where did this crystal come from."

"Someone gave it to me?" he replied.

"Then may I know who it is?" Ursula demanded.

"Of course, but this will have to wait until you soak in the pool." The handsome dancer glanced at the edge of the pool, hugged Eric Holmes, who seemed to have no intention of doing anything, and said slyly.

It seemed that he was still full of doubts and vigilance towards Ursula's sudden agreement to conduct experiments.

"That's settled. Mr. Lisbon." Ursula held out his hand. "I just need to soak in the pool, and you tell me where the branches come from."

"Is this important?" Mr. Lisbon raised his eyebrows impatiently, as if carefully carved by a sculptor.

"I just want to know. You want to satisfy your curiosity, and I have mine, isn't it fair?" Ursula maintained her handshake good-naturedly.

"Okay." He finally took the witch's hand.After explaining how to activate the altar, he returned to the side of little Sherlock Holmes alone, and stood still ten steps away from him.

The two men, or at least one of them was sure to be a man, quietly watched Miss Witch beckon to this side, then raised the green crystal and threw it towards the center of the altar.

Green glistening sap splashed.Seeing this scene, the melody of green light suddenly sounded in Ursula's mind, and she couldn't help laughing out loud.

"She's still laughing." The unidentified handsome man looked at him from a distance and was a little speechless. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he started talking to little Sherlock Holmes. "That half-sea monster is right, you really have no sense of crisis."

Eric stared at Ursula with a silver halo in his eyes, ignoring him.

But this one didn't seem to want little Sherlock Holmes to answer, and he still said to himself: "The gift given by the mother goddess allows me to see the bond between the two of you. Speaking of which, she wears a Laurel wreath! Poor Apollo! Hahahaha"

Whoosh!

The beautiful long hair was neatly broken from the neck.

"The next thing is not just hair. This... Mr. Sculpture." The half-elf stared at it coldly. "You attach so much importance to your appearance, you definitely don't want me, a guy who can't use a carving knife at all, to draw a few marks of failure on you."

Although the other party concealed it very cleverly, Holmes could still see from his various subtle performances that he valued his appearance.

It is true that beautiful people look good even with disheveled hair.But when confronting the enemy, he kept his hairstyle in the most show-like shape at all times. For Sherlock Holmes, who sees everything with a magnifying glass effect, it is very deliberate.

There is also the Greek style clothes that he tied with curtains, which seem to be baggy, but are completely in line with the aesthetics.

It can be said that Eric's wind blade completely hit the opponent's pain point.

"You half-blood...hahahahaha!" Seeing her well-groomed hair turn into tiny strands, scattered all over the floor. (That's right, broken hair. Eric, who is quite vengeful, cut off the other party's complete long hair, and then smashed it with air currents, without even leaving a thought for collection.)

He laughed back angrily.

"Why, did I say something wrong. Aren't you hot? Half-elf."

Little Holmes turned his head back again.Seeing that the stone platform began to descend slowly, the pitch-black pool was like boiling magma, rushing towards Ursula and swallowing her.

The other party didn't dodge at all, and knelt down to let the pool of water better surround her.

"Nervous, aren't you. Like my stupid friend said, you're all too arrogant."

"That's what El Manner told you?" After Ursula was completely submerged in the pool, Holmes gave him a stingy look.

"I'm afraid you guessed it yourself after listening to his story!"

"Tsk, I didn't succeed in provoking." He frowned slightly, his naturally melancholic and classic face looked very distressing. "But it's true that Miss Watson and you threw themselves into the trap, isn't it? I originally planned to experiment with a few more people before setting up a trap for her. You jumped in first."

"You're right, you jumped in. You jumped into this muddy water very happily." Eric Holmes suddenly laughed too. "Have you never wondered why the arranged list of missing brides is disturbed, and Ursula suddenly cuts in the middle?"

"She must have taken the next Tarot card! She is really reckless and arrogant, she thinks she is born with some strength and acts recklessly." Mr. Lisbon nodded his chin, confidently affirming.

"Arrogance is a more appropriate word to describe yourself." Eric relaxed visibly and said with a smile.

"In fact, what I have always pursued is not to talk nonsense with the enemy. However, sometimes it is too much to keep silent, and it will lose a lot of fun."

"What do you mean?" Looking at the little Holmes who suddenly smiled brightly, Mr. Lisbon's pretty face darkened, and he suddenly looked at the still tumbling pool, and everything seemed normal.

Miss Witch is still obediently soaking in it.

"Let me just say one thing, the so-called lover card that Ursula got was drawn from my deck of cards." His eyes sparkled in the environment where the pool light was lost. Show some pride. "And this deck was bought casually from a small shop in the commercial street."

Eric took out the card shown to both Sherlock and John from his pocket, and threw it casually.

Carl Lisbon raised his hand to catch it, he was stunned, and then became furious.

The front of the card has a normal pattern of the bride disappearing, but the back, indeed, the delicate patterns of the Tarot cards he sent out here are different, and the printing is very simple.

But, that's not what made him angry.On the back of the card that faded when touched by the hand, there was actually an extremely arrogant grimace drawn in black ink on it.

"So what." Mr. Lisbon said ferociously, crushing the card. "Even if you guessed the law of my list magic, you still have to enter the pool, and you can't escape this closed space."

"Shh!"

Little Holmes gave him a quiet gesture, and then looked at the pool with a full smile.

Mr. Lisbon followed his line of sight, the water in the pool was still...

"Why did it become shallower!" He was shocked and ran to the edge of the pool, trying to test it but dared not touch it.

"Hic~" A loud hiccup echoed in the empty underground palace.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Ursula saw the two men looking over, and stood up from the bottom of the pool.

"I ate too much magic power at once. It is indeed an imitation of the tree of Kabbalah. It smells so good." She covered her mouth and said shyly.

"How could it be?" Mr. Lisbon couldn't believe it. "How can you devour the power of a god, is it because of that hair crown?" He greedily stared at the glittering laurel crown on Ursula's hair.

"What are you talking about. This is obviously human power." Miss Witch straightened her crumpled nightgown. "The kingdom at the root of the tree originally belonged to humans. Didn't you check the information before making the plan?"

"But even so, it's impossible to be absorbed by people." He shouted unwillingly.

"It's been absorbed many times." Ursula withdrew her smile. "Those brides who were experimented with by you and Sir Green absorbed these powers."

"Second Soul because of this?" he murmured.

"That's not a second soul at all," Ursula said, walking towards the edge of the pool with the water pouring into her heart.

"It's just a projection of their hearts. In fact, there is no need for any special soul. You have succeeded." After she completely absorbed the power, she was pulled ashore from the dry bottom of the pool by Eric.

"But the shadows are the male ones. They're not perfect at all!"

"It just looks like that. Is it so unacceptable for women with short hair and men's clothes? Think about it, and you know, that is the magic spring for the stepper to become a woman imposed by the gods, unless your ability is higher than the two Greeks. Lord God, otherwise it would be impossible to have a reverse effect."

Ursula grabbed the suit jacket that Holmes had just slapped on her, and looked mockingly at Mr. Lisbon, who was full of disbelief.

"Women can only give birth to stronger girls by superimposing female attributes. It's just that in this era, they feel that the other self who is deviant and wears men's clothing is brave."

"Don't look like a broken worldview, Mr. Lisbon. Just say that women suffer regularly every month, and girls are not the weak creatures you imagine." Ursula put her hips on her hips and made faces at him.

"Aren't you particularly angry? You could have devoured your soul early and fulfilled your wish. I didn't expect greed to catch me, a shark that eats back."

"However, if what you want to be is that the perfect girl in your imagination is the same as Sir Green, then forget it. You'd better be a man."

"Now you are not much better than the Sir Green you laughed at, just as stubborn." Ursula watched the dark underground palace lose its core pool of water, disappearing from the ceiling, revealing the London afternoon Fairly bright sky.

"Hahahahaha. It seems that my understanding of beauty is biased. Human beings are more interesting than I thought." Mr. Lisbon laughed and took a few steps back. "I still underestimate you. What he said is right, you should be avoided. Tsk, what you said is not wrong, it is my greedy fault."

"Him? The one who gave you the crystal branch?" Ursula felt something was wrong. "He knows me?"

"Yes, he said he was old friends with you," said Mr. Lisbon. "So you should know who it is!"

"No, name. I want his name. It's easy to be misunderstood in your vagueness," said Ursula. "We made an agreement, didn't we? Although, this result is not what you want. But an agreement is an agreement. I don't know what it is, sir!"

"Sephiroth. That half-man, half-merman guy made me call him that." Mr. Lisbon felt the shackles of the law, and sighed helplessly.

Hearing this name, Ursula's expression suddenly darkened.The obvious depression made young Holmes look at her a few more times, but he said nothing about it.

"Since this is the case, I will take my leave first. When we meet next time, I hope you will see me with a perfect body and soul." The other party looked at the shattered different space, unwilling but resigned said resignedly.Raise your hand to summon the gate to escape.

"Well, to interrupt. May I have a look behind you, please?" said little Holmes suddenly, raising his voice.

Mr. Lisbon stopped in doubt, and looked behind what should be empty.

"You are under arrest, Karl Lisbon."

A group of soldiers wearing bright silver armor appeared in this semi-collapsed space.

"Paladin? Half-elf, you actually join forces with the church." Mr. Lisbon twisted his expression, and he hurriedly increased his magic, but it was a pity that the gate of the world could not be opened because of the appearance of these so-called holy attributes.

"I just called the police. This kind of thing is always handled by the local official law enforcement department, isn't it?" Eric shrugged. "It has nothing to do with whether I'm a half-elf or not. Whether it's a soul-transformer or a soul-devouring guy, it's too dangerous."

He showed a kind smile: "You're welcome, it's just a citizen's duty."

Ursula hid behind little Sherlock Holmes, watching the handsome dancer dressed in ancient Greece helplessly being tortured away by a medieval paladin with modern handcuffs.I feel that this wonderful scene is too indescribable.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Holmes." The paladin captain who looked like an officer came over with a click. "Also, this Miss Witch."

Ursula pulled her head back abruptly.

"Please don't be afraid, Miss, we stopped hunting witches a long time ago." He chuckled, his voice was a little distorted because his face was hidden under the helmet.

"I would also like to thank you for helping us catch this prisoner. There is such a large-scale case of supernatural disappearance of girls in the Queen's territory, but it shames us."

"Anyway, thank you very much. And, welcome to London." He saluted and left with a clicking sound.

Ursula leaned on Eric's shoulder and poked her head, complaining in a low voice, "The word 'already' is very spiritual, and it must have caused harm to others before."

"No way, but someone has to finish this matter." Little Holmes was also a little helpless. "If it weren't for my father, I wouldn't really want to deal with them."

"And now?" asked Ursula, laying her head behind his back.

"Of course we're going home for dinner. Sherlock and John must be waiting for us." Eric opened the gate, and walked in with Ursula, who absolutely couldn't go home through the main gate.