Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"Woooooooooo!" Ursula wailed, lying on the living room sofa.

"Didn't I say, don't eat too much?" Little Holmes looked at her helplessly.

"But don't worry John and the others too much! Besides, it's really delicious." Ursula struggled to turn over and lay on her side, looking at Eric who was sitting in the armchair beside her.

She absorbed too much magic power at once, so she actually needed to digest these powers for a while.During this period, you don’t need to eat anything, because you will have a sense of fullness with sufficient energy. If you insist on eating too much, the above-mentioned situation of being too full to move will happen.

"It's hard, but! This is the best British food I've eaten since I came to London." Ursula replied.

"Unfortunately, tonight's food is actually French food. British food has not suddenly evolved to satisfy your taste buds." Eric put his arms on the armrest, turned his upper body slightly to one side, raised his hand to support his temple, He also looked at Miss Witch.

The eyes of the two met in the air.

Ursula's eyes were obviously cold, but the moment they met, Ursula felt burned. In order to cool down, she quickly buried her head in the pillow.

"What should we do?" Ursula hesitated for a while before speaking first.She first showed a pair of eyes from behind the pillow, and then felt that she was talking about things in this posture is not serious, so she sat up with support.

In this way, the perspectives of the two people are basically the same.

"We..." Ursula whispered again.

"We're really together, okay?"

Eric Holmes stood up, took a few steps forward, knelt on the carpet on one knee, took her hand on her knee, and asked gently.

Ursula was silent for a while, and was about to speak when he spoke again.

"That's what I meant to say."

Eric held her hands and said. "But when you're not ready, I think what I should do is wait."

"You said everything. How cunning!" Ursula withdrew her hand and looked down at little Holmes.

"So, are you going to accept my confession? Ursula." Eric laughed.

"Of course...not." She whispered.

"Miss Ursula Watson." Eric looked up at her. "You don't have to promise anything, just feel it."

"Why are you so timid? In the face of my love, as the pursued, I just need to enjoy it. Besides, didn't we make an agreement like this?"

"When? Ah, you mean the time of the fake engagement." Ursula suddenly remembered the stupid things she had said about the obligations of her fiancé, and covered her face.

She took a deep breath.

"It's not fair, Eric. I know the elves' principles of love, and I can't pay the same price."

"Then don't pay." Little Holmes kissed the back of Ursula's hand lightly, with tenderness in his eyes. "I am in love with you, Ursula."

"This..." Ursula felt that Eric's logic was still a bit problematic, and was about to refute it just now.

All the lights in the house suddenly went out.

Whoa!

The flower pot in front of the living room window was knocked down and shattered.

A knight in black riding a phantom horse passed through the glass and rushed into the room.

"Hey! Master!" He took off his helmet and performed an exaggerated hat salute on the horse. "I'm glad to see you're safe~"

Looking at the leeks that she managed to raise, which could be cut to make dumplings in two days, Ursula held her heart in pain.

"you……"

"Ursula, who is this?" Eric stood up and stood in front of her.

"A captain of the Air Demon Army, named Wigginson." She looked at the poor flower pot and decided to add fire. "It's him! It's he who kidnapped me!"

"Hey, master! You can't say that... eh?" Wigginson protested when he heard Ursula's sudden complaint.But before he could finish his sentence, the moonlight outside the house shone through the gaps in the clouds, allowing him to clearly see the face of another human being in the room.

"Ho!"

The demon knight gasped in shock, reined in his horse and took a few steps back.Just knocked over the last remaining flowerpot.

Seeing this scene, Ursula fell onto the sofa clutching her chest.

"Are you that brat? No, it's that lord! How ruthless the years have grown up to be so big! Hahahaha!" Wigginson immediately thought of his tragic experience many years ago from the unique silver eyes.

In fact, he was only intimidated by the silver eyes at the beginning. After all, when he inquired about the culprit who had not met at all and caused his defeat in the first battle, he only knew that the other party was a half-elf boy with silver eyes.

But when Silver Eyes and Miss Witch appear at the same time.The incident of being violently beaten by the little devil's head happened in a short interval, which caused his IQ to soar instantly, connected all the clues together in a few seconds, and recognized Eric's identity.

"Both of you, do you know each other?" He looked awkwardly at the two big troubles who were clearly closely related.

"Do you know who I am?" Little Holmes gave Ursula amusedly a look of heartbreak.

"I know, I know. The silver-eyed lord." The monster smiled flatteringly.

"Then you, do you know that your master is my fiancée?" Eric looked at Wigginson, feeling completely harmless.He simply sat back on the sofa and put his hand gently on the back of Ursula's head to comfort her.

"I know now..." The demon knight looked desperate.He was just on night watch, and he heard that the goblin at night in London mentioned that the paladin had captured a beautiful man like a sculpture.

After listening to the gossip, he easily thought of his partner through this appearance mark, and then remembered the little master who sent it in by himself.

Anyway, he was fine at night, so he followed the contract's guidance and came over to check the situation after thinking about it.It is easy to decide whether to add insult to injury in the future, or continue to persuade.

It's good now.One mountain was safe (he glanced at Ursula's overflowing magic), and there was another, more terrifying one.

His legs were a little weak, if he hadn't been sitting on horseback, he could have thrown himself to the ground on the spot.

"Pack up your things." Young Holmes glanced at him. "Then please leave! It's late at night, and human beings need sleep."

"Yes yes yes! Boss! No... master husband!"

He took a look at the posture of the two people, and suddenly Fuzhi cried out.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Ursula raised her head and threw a decoration at it.

"Then master? No, master?" Wigginson was at a loss. He felt that since both of them were engaged.There's nothing wrong with him being called that.

"Hurry up and go." Ursula said disgustedly. "It's okay, don't come here to make trouble, be careful, I will report you to the Paladin."

"Master, you can't do this! I'm your loyal knight!" Wigginson, who was about to persuade him, began to shamelessly shouted.

Eric glanced up at him lightly.The demon closed its mouth, packed the flower pot fragments, and disappeared.

The warm yellow light came on again.

Interrupted by the demon, Ursula felt that she had lost the courage to confront little Holmes, and continued to get up.

"Don't be nervous, you just need to answer one question for me. Okay?" Eric whispered, feeling Ursula's tense spirit.

"Ask!" Ursula raised her head resignedly, and looked sideways at Eric.

"May I pursue you, Miss Watson," said little Holmes.

"..." Ursula pondered for a while, and finally smiled. This was the first smile she showed Eric tonight.

"This kind of question is too cunning. If it is this question, then I can only say, of course." Miss Witch held Eric Holmes' hand stroking her hair.

"So, please pursue me! Mr. Holmes. No matter how long it takes, please don't give up." Ursula smiled and said to the handsome half-elf detective.

"That is certain, Miss Watson." Little Holmes leaned forward and planted a real kiss on her forehead.

"After all, I am a real elf, and the most indispensable thing is time. What we long for is... the eternity in the other world with the soul of the one we love."

It was another ordinary morning in Block B, 221 Baker Street.

"So Sir Green was found lying in a tunic on Regent Street?" Ursula laughed, putting down her overwhelmed toast. "That's really embarrassing. A lady who is clearly clamoring every day for not wearing a corset is not decent."

"Even if you lose such a big face, you can't escape Scotland Yard's investigation. After all, the public opinion has become so big. The queen has ordered to pay attention. Regent Street is full of reporters today." Dr. Watson put down his glass sigh.

"Looks like London's going to be buzzing for a while."

"Hahahahaha." All four of them laughed.

"But as long as the tree of human civilization no longer sprouts, everything is worth it?" Eric naturally changed Ursula's plate in front of him. "It would take years for a society to get rid of corsets completely, but it might only take a day to put them back on."

Ursula glanced at him at this.

"Uh, let's talk about it." Mr. Holmes glanced at the tabletop and spoke suddenly. "You two are getting closer. You're more like an unmarried couple."

"Ahem!" Ursula was choking on the ground while she was drinking coffee from a cup.

Eric chewed on half a slice of toast and looked innocently at his uncle.

"Holmes, what nonsense are you talking about. Aren't they all there?" Dr. Watson stood up hastily, and went to pat Ursula on the back.Check for choking on her.

"Uncle John, I'm fine." Ursula wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and looked gratefully at Dr. Watson.

"That's right. It was~" Sherlock Holmes laughed. "It was my slip of the tongue."

When Ursula heard this, she knew that there must be something going on between the two shrewd uncles and nephews somewhere she didn't know.She glared at Eric who silently swallowed the last bite of bread.

The other party smiled brightly at her.

"Now that the case has been closed," said Mr. Holmes. "You two should also take a good rest! During this period of time, you have traveled a lot for private investigations."

"Actually..." Ursula said guiltily.

"I have some theater tickets here. Go and see them, you young people. Enjoy London this season." Mr. Holmes took a handful of theater tickets from the pocket of his dressing-gown.

"So much?" Ursula took in surprise.

"Given by Eric's father. Most of the tickets for this season's performances, but I have taken away all the concert tickets. It is enough for me and Watson to go to such a quiet place." Holmes said sir, winking mischievously at Ursula. "Young people still want to watch something lively. For example, romantic dramas..."

No, it's just that you're not interested in those.Ursula smirked and began sorting theater tickets on the table.

"Which one do you want to watch first?" Eric leaned over and took a look. "The time of some different theaters is repeated, so you can't watch them all."

"Of course it is... Don Juan!"