Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"Don Juan has fallen." Little Holmes leaned out and confirmed the situation on the stage with his good eyesight.

"Who did it?" Ursula didn't get up, she sat on the chair and looked at Mr. Detective who suddenly started working.

"...Masetto." Eric was at the highest point, he had a clear view of the crime scene, and he looked at the set.

"It happened to be the scene where the other party saw Zelina and Don Juan meeting in the gazebo. The story was supposed to be that the girl made her lover swallow the anger and withdraw the dagger, but this Masetto stabbed it."

"I think you're implying something." Ursula squinted.

"Why? I am a pacifist." Little Holmes smiled.

The white gazebo scenery on the stage was stained red with blood.

"The main artery was cut." Eric Holmes looked at the blood spurting and said regretfully. "This situation cannot be saved."

"Aren't you going down to have a look, Mr. Detective?" Ursula looked at him from the railing of the box. "Although it seems that who the murderer is is very clear. After all, it was stabbed in by a theater person watching."

"I'm going down, but not now." Little Holmes stared at the stage with a good look. "What position is better than this condescending box, where you can control the whole situation."

"But Mr. 'Don Juan' has already rushed over." Ursula watched the unknown paladin appease the surrounding ladies, then quickly walked over the chaotic orchestra area, extremely chic jumped onto the stage.

"Does their duty include solving such purely human cases?" asked Ursula curiously.

"Of course not." Eric's expression gradually became serious. "But didn't you say the premise, a purely human case. Look over there, Ursula."

"Ah, it's actually that Your Excellency." Ursula covered her mouth and sighed in a low voice. "Who is she here for?"

On the edge of the chaos on the stage, there stood a beautiful lady in a green silk dress.

If it weren't for her leading a big white horse that was bouncing around and combing the little boy, the overall style of painting would be very abrupt on this stage where there are fake sets.Ursula must have thought she was an actor in the troupe, for the goblin lady had, after all, the air of one who wanders through an artistic career.

"It seems that you know this banshee from the top of Elton's tree." Little Holmes asked after hearing Ursula's exclamation.

"Of course I do. Always in the company of great artists, famous people." Ursula was suddenly in high spirits. "So, who is the most talented person here? Are there any talented poets here?"

Ursula was excited when she thought that this was the nineteenth century when there were a lot of writers, and that she might meet some writer or poet.

"Of course, but it's a pity he's the one lying down." A female voice accompanied by several bells chimed suddenly interjected.

Both Ursula and Eric were taken aback by the sudden approaching voice, but Holmes, who had entered the detective state, was obviously a master at revealing his emotions easily.

He just slightly raised his eyebrows, and quickly recovered his calm expression, bowing slightly with great grace.

"My lord, good day."

He looked at the goblin in the green riding suit friendly, and tentatively said, "You must have obtained the soul of the person you love now."

"No. That's why I came to you, Mr. Detective, who has half the blood of the other world." She raised her head and said proudly. "His soul was stolen right under my nose. As a result, my territory lacks a person with a beautiful singing voice."

"Stole it?" Ursula leaned on the railing and watched the paladin talking gravely to the other actors. "Under the noses of you and a paladin."

"In fact, this theater has been throwing things very frequently during this period of time." The goblin lady said. "From the actor's own gadgets to performance props, and even milk for afternoon tea."

"Is the milk missing the cream or the whole jug?" asked Ursula, who suddenly thought of something when she heard the milk.

"You mean Puke? He doesn't like this kind of noisy place." The goblin in green said lightly. "But I can't be sure. After all, when I came to visit the singer I booked several times, there were lost and found incidents. But my eyes didn't find any fellow countrymen."

"So, Mr. Detective." The Green Banshee laughed loudly. "Can you accept my commission? Let me retrieve the soul of the person I made an agreement with."

"Before I answer that question," said young Holmes calmly. "Can you explain how you know I'm a detective. I haven't advertised this in your resident goblin town."

"What? Don't you know?" The banshee in green looked at little Holmes in surprise.

"What should I know?" Eric was surprised.

"Aren't you the half-elf detective in the "Magical Detective Chronicle"?" The proud face of the elf lord, who has been obsessed with various works of art all year round, also showed a shocked expression. "Did I find the wrong person? It shouldn't be. London, no, you should be the only half-elf with black hair and silver eyes in the whole of England."

"Ursula..."

Little Holmes understood the problem at once, and looked at his biographer with a complicated expression. "The scope of your women's magazine is wide enough."

"Propaganda, let's do some publicity. You said you wanted to open the Two Realms Detective Agency, so our client base must not be just human beings." Ursula said confidently.

"Where did you get the promotional channels?" Little Holmes looked at this young lady witch with a brand new look who was obviously unwilling to set foot in the Fairy Bazaar. "Oh, I see, that sea witch...she does have this channel."

"Ahem." The banshee in green was dissatisfied with being ignored, and coughed to draw Holmes' attention back. "So, Mr. Detective, what do you say?"

"I accept this entrustment. I will return you the truth." Eric Holmes gracefully performed a gentleman's salute and looked up.

"The truth? Not the soul? What a cautious child." The banshee in green was a little dissatisfied, but still accepted the gift proudly.

She glanced at him lightly: "However, I really don't have the time to explore this matter myself, so I leave it to you. Mr. Detective, I will prepare an equivalent reward."

Beside her slowly emerged a white horse, just like in the legend, with its neck and mane braided into small braids.Amidst the 59 silver bells, the banshee in green got on her horse neatly and disappeared into the air within one step.

"Is this the first commission I found myself?" Ursula laughed.

"Indeed, it's finally officially opened. You can compete with Sherlock for business." Little Holmes looked at Miss Witch meaningfully. "I didn't expect that you did a lot of things in places I don't know?"

"Hush~" Ursula smiled and put her index finger on her lips. "A real gentleman doesn't go into a lady's little secret, does he? Mr. Holmes."

What he had said to Ursula in the carriage returned in this way.

Eric looked at the unrelenting Miss Witch with mixed feelings.

"This girl who always rejects his pursuits, but remembers every agreement seriously. From the bet with the exclusive biographer when we first met, to the proposal to open a detective agency on the way to London... Nah~" Er Sulla raised her eyes and imitated Eric's inner voice.

"You who think this way, have you fallen in love with me again?" She smirked.

Little Holmes was dumbfounded by her performance: "Ursula, you really..."

Boom—boom—boom—.

Three unhurried knocks on the door sounded.

"Excuse me, can we talk for a while?

"A male voice came through the door of the box.

"I seem to have seen a lady in green enter your box just now, Mr. Holmes."

Ursula carefully distinguished the timbre, and found that it was the voice of the paladin who was on the stage not long ago.

She winked at little Sherlock Holmes, who nodded knowingly. Although she was already standing in front of the door, she watched her change from kneeling on the chair to a straight lady sitting with her back facing the door. A seam opened.

"What position do you use to talk about this matter? Your Excellency the Viscount."

Little Sherlock Holmes leaned sideways through the crack of the door, smiling and blocking the other party's line of sight from looking inside.

He intentionally looked at the luxurious dress outfit of the second Paladin with a scrutinizing gaze.

Under his gaze, the other party quickly understood the subtext.

"Please take back the title of Viscount, Mr. Holmes." He put away the cynical smile on his face and looked serious. "I am now the captain of the third team of the Holy Knights patrolling in London, and I am here to ask you some questions."

"Then what price are you going to pay?" Eric Holmes still had no intention of opening the door to let him in. "After all, the 'lady' you want to know has promised to exchange for the truth with a suitable reward. Equivalent exchange, according to the rules of that world."

Ursula shook her head with a silent laugh at these words of young Holmes.The emphasis on the word lady in this sentence obviously has a double meaning.

It can refer to the lady in green who didn't come in through the door at all, or it can refer to Mr. Holmes' fiancée who was coveted by the prodigal son, that is, herself.

However, she didn't turn her head, but kept sitting upright, and continued to listen to the two men fighting at the door with their ears pricked up.

"Holy water or gold coins. Which do you want?" The black-haired, black-eyed paladin asked coldly with a frosty face.

"What do you think, my dear?" smiled young Holmes, who did not answer him at once.Instead, he turned his body back into the door and threw the question to his fiancé.

"I'm not interested in these, but if it's the materials they use to repair armor and weapons, it's pretty eye-catching." Ursula said slowly in a voice that was not too high or too low, just enough for the guests outside the door to hear.

"Did you hear that? Your Excellency the Knight." Little Holmes raised his eyebrows.

"If this is her wish." The paladin said in a steady voice. "Then take this as a reward. If this kind of worldly thing can make a lady happy, it is considered valuable."

The young detective didn't comment on his behavior of calling Mithril, an expensive alchemy material, a worldly thing, and he didn't lose his demeanor at all because of the obvious provocation of the other party. He just smiled and opened the door completely.

"Come in, Your Excellency. As you said, since my fiancée is satisfied with this paltry reward, I have no objection. Now let's have a good chat about what just happened before the hounds from Scotland Yard arrive. .”