Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"I heard you, Mr. Holmes." The charming man with black hair and black eyes, who was obviously of Italian descent, said with a smile. "To call me Don Juan would make me lose my dignity in the presence of this lovely young lady."

"..." Ursula chose to remain silent before understanding the grievances between the two of them.

But the visitor obviously didn't intend to give her the opportunity to be an invisible person.

"May I know your name." He bowed slightly, raised his head and looked at Ursula with the dark eyes full of affection at that moment.

"Wow." Ursula admired silently in her heart, really in her aesthetics, and not just in her aesthetics.This man seemed to be well-known in the social world. The moment he came over to stop her, the eyes that looked at her instantly became more than ten degrees warmer.

Because she was pondering the other party's identity, she didn't notice that her gaze remained on the young man's face until she felt the muscles on the arm she was holding suddenly tense, and then she woke up.

"Generally, you should introduce yourself first at this time. This gentleman." Ursula looked away, gave Eric an innocent look, and said to this gentleman who suddenly interrupted.

"But I've already introduced myself." He blinked his right eye, and politely handed over a beautiful little gift box to Ursula's puzzled eyes. "I called you this time, just to give you back this."

Ursula looked at the box and hesitated.Although the other party said that she would return her things, she really couldn't remember what she had lost.

She could only look for help to little Sherlock Holmes who obviously knew him.

"Go ahead." Eric said flatly. "It should really be something you lost."

Ursula accepted the gift box in bewilderment and thanked her.He planned to open the box again, but was stopped again.

"Then it will be returned to its original owner, my dear lady." He took Ursula's hand holding the gift box, and kissed only on the gift box. "I hope that next time we meet, you can take the initiative to tell me your name."

"Ah, that's strange." Ursula frowned and watched the other party leave without hesitation after all this was done.

"That's right, he is a very strange person. Don't bother with him in the future," said Little Holmes.

Ursula smiled slightly at his suddenly serious expression.

When the two finally found the box and sat down, Ursula tentatively took the gift box and shook it.

"Should I open it?" She listened, but unfortunately no sound came from the shaking box.

"Go ahead," said young Holmes.

Miss Witch shrugged unladylikely, untied the exquisite packaging, and opened the box carefully.

A beautiful headband lay in the box, with a capital w embroidered at the end with silver silk thread.

"..."

Ursula's next move was completely unexpected. She threw the box away as if she saw something terrible, and let the hair tie inside roll to the ground.

"Eric, who is that guy?" She stood up and seriously asked the little Sherlock Holmes who was leaning against the wall of the box with an unclear expression.

Of course, she recognized this headband made by herself at a glance.

It was the one that she was "kidnapped" by the demon army that night, and was blown away by the strong wind at the door of Mrs. Caitlin's perfume house.

"At the end of the incident, the person you met." Little Holmes walked away from the wall, walked to the place where the box fell, picked it up carefully, and looked at it.Then reorganize the loose hair tie.

"I'll give you a hint." Eric looked in a worse mood than Ursula, and he looked at the bewildered Miss Witch. "The gentleman is of Italian descent."

"Is this a hint? I can tell that he is..." Ursula suddenly pursed her lips and stopped talking.

"Oh! Italy." She said softly, and after quickly going through all kinds of customs and customs in Italy in her mind, Ursula instantly understood.He looked at little Holmes.

"If I'm not mistaken, a dreadful gentleman... at least to me."

"Yes, you guessed it right." Little Holmes nodded, and he also understood Ursula's hint. "It is indeed the gentleman in the medieval armour."

"Ha, so is this a provocation?" Ursula's alarm as a witch began to sound. She looked warily at the headband on little Holmes' hand, and simply walked around behind the chair to keep a distance from it.

"Did he pour holy water on it?" Ursula took another step back when she saw that the man was about to approach her with the headband.

"..." Now Eric Holmes' expression became more complicated.

"Although it's my position, I shouldn't explain this matter." Little Holmes took the hair tie out of the box again and shook it. (The move took Ursula another big step backwards.)

"Why do you think about it from the perspective of him trying to harm you?" Eric asked very curiously.

"A paladin who is keen on persecuting aliens suddenly became very enthusiastic to help a witch find her hairband that floated to Java." Ursula's eyes widened. "Could it be possible for him to grasp this for anything but to warn me to play it safe in London and to advertise that it's his place. What angle can there be?"

"Like... love?" Eric hesitated to spit out the word.

"..."

"What is that look on your face, Ursula."

"I think Mr. Holmes is right." Miss Witch looked at Eric with sympathy. "Love really affects the brain. But it doesn't matter, I won't dislike you, uh, not for now! Since the two of us are partners, it's enough for one of us to stay awake."

"Look, Uncle John was married after all." She said to Eric in a comforting tone.

"..."

Little Holmes took a deep look at Ursula, and felt that this miraculous brain circuit of the person he was pursuing could not be regarded as comforting to him.

Oh no, he should really be relieved that his surname and half-elven blood had won him half the battle in the first place.Instead of being as pitiful as the owner of this box, he obviously returned the lost property and was suspected of having bad intentions.

"He really came to confess, Ursula." Little Holmes unrolled the hair tie around his hand and showed her. "Look, there is no trick, just return your hairband."

"Huh?" Ursula repeatedly confirmed the seriousness of Holmes' expression.Back in the chair with a puzzled look on his face.

"Why?" She was puzzled.

"Maybe it was love at first sight?" Little Holmes also sat down. At this time, the abandoned lady sang to the peasant girl who was about to be deceived on the stage, to the effect that this is a villain, a heartless person, don't believe his words aria.

Ursula turned her head to look at Eric, barely pulling a smile.

"Are you that innocent peasant girl? Little Mr. Holmes."

"No, Ursula, according to the current situation, he sees me as Masetto (the peasant girl's fiancé). And he himself is a Don Juan." Eric pointed to the stage indifferently and continued Don Juan, who took advantage of the engaged peasant girl, said metaphorically.

"But isn't he a paladin?" Ursula asked dryly. "Would a hunter fall in love with his prey? We're not playing a wolf falling in love with a sheep."

"That was in the other world. He was a well-known playboy in the London social circle." Little Holmes said. "This character looks like a guy who likes to engage in this kind of drama."

"A playboy who likes to watch Don Juan, wouldn't he feel that this story is scolding him? Besides, this character design does not match the spirit of a paladin, right?" Ursula suddenly became interested, feeling that she was a very contradictory person. .

"Miss Watson." Eric said suddenly and seriously. "Curiosity about a person is the first step in love."

Ursula rolled her eyes wide. "That refers to the attraction brought by curiosity. It's a pity that in the general environment, masculinity itself is not as attractive as a cup of green tea that has not become moldy due to the long flight."

"Don't be so vigilant, sir. You've won the attraction by helping me get a year of green tea."

Little Sherlock Holmes could only bow slightly to express his honor when he heard this sentence.

Ursula relaxed completely when she had figured out the situation.She's actually not afraid of holy water, but as a conspiracy theorist, a witch, anything from those paladins is a big problem for her.

"Sure enough, it's provocative." Ursula concluded affirmatively, and cast a light glance at little Holmes. "Looks like getting engaged isn't going to keep you out of trouble."

"It can still stop the troubles in the human world." Eric said helplessly. "It's a pity that it can't stop a paladin of Italian descent who is obsessed with Marco Polo's travels (Ursula on the side thought: Oh, it's Marco Polo again!). Of course, there is still a way to completely make him give up."

Facing Ursula's expectant eyes, he said with a smile, "Sign a soul contract with me. Even those paladins who are still sleepwalking in the age of King Arthur and are keen to play love games with married people can't interfere with the world." rules."

"Reject!" Ursula simply crossed in the air.

Then, in her heart, she classified this paladin, who was also a nobleman in the human world, into the category of oriental heat poisoning.

There are not too many of this kind of guy in this day and age, think of those porcelain plates, which are regarded as a luxury that they can show off. It is not enough to put them on the mantelpiece for display, and some people even have riches and wealth to set them on the entire wall.Presumably in their eyes, a girl with oriental blood is also a very beautiful decoration.

"But how can you be so sure that he has thoughts about me? The intuition of a rival?" She asked curiously.

"This is only part of the reason. The main reason is that when he was wearing the armor that day, he was so enthusiastic that he welcomed us to London." Little Holmes squinted his eyes and looked at the seat under the box. The handsome Italian man keenly felt his gaze. , raised his head.

The eyes of the two met in the air.

However, there was no thunder and lightning as imagined.

Both sides greeted each other in a friendly manner, nodded, and the paladin who was now a playboy time broke into a charming smile.

After looking away, he fell into a heated conversation with a lady next to him again.

"So he usually doesn't say that when he's at work?" Ursula rested her chin and glanced at the situation below from the side of the box.

"Work? You have a lovely word for that." Young Holmes pondered over the description of Ursula, and smiled. "That's not what they call their working hours."

"Then what do they call their job?" Ursula was full of curiosity. She felt that since coming to London, the simple definition of the fantasy world she thought had been completely broken, and a wider world had opened up.

In this London where Sherlock Holmes and the other world are at the same time, the fog at night appears thicker to the eyes of people with special powers like Ursula, who may swallow those innocent visitors at any time.

It is not just what Mr. Holmes said in the original book, "thieves and murderers can run amok, just like a tiger hidden in the jungle, you can't see it, and when you see it, it has already jumped on you. Only the victim can see clearly." It is a paradise for criminals, and it is also a stage where all kinds of demons and elves with powerful magic power and unknown positions are keen to haunt.

They are either disguised as human beings, or they simply wander in the thick fog as prototypes when encountering demons. They are occasionally glimpsed by passers-by with sensitive senses and become urban legends on the streets.

Myth and science co-exist in the foggy capital of this plane.

"They called the patrol work—the knight's duty to the light." Eric Holmes' voice sounded, pulling Ursula back to reality from her wandering thoughts.

"People in London who have connections with the afterlife call them-the frozen people. They stubbornly and relentlessly use their own commandments as the law of action, and basically do not exchange pleasantries when executing characters."

"So you understand how different I am when he dresses like that, but suddenly greets me kindly." He stroked his hairband, raised his head and smiled at Ursula.

"That's surprising enough." Ursula twitched the corner of her mouth. "If I definitely shake him on the spot and ask, is there something wrong with you?"

"I'm in a bad mood all of a sudden. A big trouble in the name of love." Miss Witch supported most of her body on the back of the chair, and sighed in the actress' aria that won the house.

The specially prepared small binoculars were all abandoned on the empty bench, and the current owner had no intention of picking them up.

"You did it on purpose!" Ursula suddenly turned to Eric and asked suspiciously. "Don Juan loses the fun in an instant when he associates with that guy. Even if I want to avoid this guy, I won't come here again."

"How could it be? How could I take the initiative to let my rival and my beloved meet?" Little Holmes said innocently.

"If a dizzy paladin is enough to be a rival in love." Miss Witch said angrily. "You clearly know that I can't let go of my guard against this identity, and I'm not interested in putting on Dracula's Love or Romeo and Juliet."

"Wait." Ursula straightened up suddenly. "Do you think he will wait for me after the meeting?"

"Maybe. After all, you haven't told him his name." Eric analyzed rationally. "This is a guy with great ambitions, and his beauty and attractiveness account for a large part, but I think the magic power overflowing after you drank the power of the spring water that day is the key to his attraction."

"When that guy was wearing a mask, he refused the courtship of a noble lady he had saved. The reason he used was..."

"'What I want is a lover who is compatible.' It seems that this matching does not refer to status, but strength. After all, if he wants to know your name, he doesn't need you to tell him personally, does he?"

"That's right!" said Ursula, relieved. "I almost narcissistically thought that I was Helen alive. Sure enough, it was still the trick of Lingling. Whether it is a paladin or a demon knight, their desire for power is so straightforward."

Miss Witch thought about what she had experienced recently, looked down at the sky, and complained: "From that Mr. Sculpture to this handsome Mr. Knight, I decided that every creature whose face value is above the level should be asked Names, I have to ignore."

"You are too sensible." Little Holmes laughed. "But this makes me look forward to it even more, looking forward to the moment when you completely like me."

Ursula looked at him, and was about to speak.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

A scream came from the direction of the stage.

Since the voice was made by a soprano who was acting, the two of them quickly blocked their sensitive ears in a box with exceptionally good sound transmission.

In fact, she was wearing Conan, Ursula finally couldn't help thinking so.