Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

When this Mr. Paladin stepped into the box, the first thing he saw was a beautiful back sitting upright.

The thick black hair is braided into an elegant shape by the soft pearl hair accessories.

There are pearl ornaments on the wrists and earlobes, but the white neck is empty, which is set off by the V-neck evening dress, giving people room to imagine.

Hearing the sound of him entering the door, the girl who seemed to be glowing in the dark environment of the theater box stood up slowly, turned around with a step that seemed to be dancing, and the skirt of the evening dress turned with this movement. There was a circle of silvery waves, and she gracefully picked it up and curtseyed.

"Good night, Mr. Paladin."

"Hello, Miss Witch."

"So, do we have to call each other that?" said Ursula. "In this public place."

"Edgar Bruno, it's a pleasure to see you again." The black-haired paladin looked at the girl's resolute look that she didn't want me to say her name first, and finally stopped pretending to say something strange, just Briefly introduced myself.

"Ursula Watson."

After Ursula replied indifferently, she turned the chair to the front by herself, sat back again, handed over the home field to Eric, and deliberately weakened her sense of existence.

This is a contradiction, Ursula thought, looking at the two men standing facing each other, a guy with dark hair named Edgar (a name similar to Edward, which is usually associated with blonde hair).This is the same split as he is a high-spirited and icy paladin in the inner world, but he looks like a playboy in the outer world.

In comparison, the matching of Eric's name and appearance is much more harmonious, and his behavior is more normal.However, whether this is an acquaintance filter or not, she wondered wildly.

"Now that the introduction is over. Let's talk about the business. What do you want to know? Your Excellency the Viscount." Eric gently closed the door, walked behind Ursula's chair, and stood there in a protective posture.

At this time, the curtain on the side of the box facing the outside has been drawn, and without the projection of the lights in the theater hall, the box is instantly darkened.

But in this case, only the two iris-shaped wall lamps inlaid beside the door were turned on by Little Holmes, and they struggled to illuminate half of the space.

This light source divides this small space into two atmospheres, one bright and one dark.It's like a metaphor for the camp and position of the three of them.

A pair of detectives who love to live in chaos, and a knight who swears allegiance to the light.Under the coincidence of this light, he happened to be on the side where he belonged.

This Mr. Paladin does not have the perspective of God, but he seems to feel the separation of this atmosphere.He stepped forward, crossed the dividing line between light and shadow, and walked up to Ursula and Eric in the shadow of the curtain.

"I just noticed on stage that a lady in green seems to have come to see you." He said.

"That is true, but she has already left." Little Holmes replied with a smile.

"Did the other party express any opinion on the death of the leading actor? If I guessed correctly, he should be the target of that lady." He asked seriously. "I need to confirm the role of this non-human who suddenly appeared at the scene of the crime in this case."

"Ah, I see. It's the duty. She's just come to tell us that the victim's soul is gone," said little Holmes.

"what?"

"The lady did not succeed in taking her intended singer. Somebody got there first." Young Holmes did not intend to hide anything about this matter, lest it cause greater misunderstanding. "You know her, right? The goblin lord who was keen to be with artists a long time ago. So he is very dissatisfied with the fact that the fruit he cultivated carefully not only died, but his soul was stolen in person."

"That is to say, it has nothing to do with her?" The paladin frowned.

"You must have figured out the ins and outs of the case when you were downstairs." Little Holmes asked Edgar Bruno. "Can you tell us about the situation? In this way, we can judge the nature of this matter, can't we?"

"Just a normal love affair. The actor who played Masetto said it all on the spot."

The Viscount, who was obviously keen on getting his way among ladies in the social world, did not want to mention the specifics of this obviously erotic case. "I've got him under guard, and I'm waiting for Scotland Yard to get him."

"Then have you checked the murder weapon he used?" Eric Holmes asked after thinking about it.

"Ah, this, I brought it here, in order to prevent it from being lost by those scared fools." He took out a small dagger wrapped in a handkerchief from his pocket. "It's nothing special."

"May I have a look?" Little Holmes held out his hand.

"Please. I heard you're a detective." The paladin handed it over. "Have you ever thought of inheriting your father's business, Mr. Holmes?"

"Where did you hear that? After all, my detective agency hasn't officially opened yet. As expected of a patrolman in London, I'm well-informed." Eric put on a pair of gloves, and took the handkerchief held by the other party dagger.

"Of course it is from the goblins hiding in the streets and alleys. You are already famous among them, Mr. Holmes. By the way, is Miss Watson also a member of the firm? If so, please be sure to let me know when you open. Let me send a bouquet of blessings."

"Thank you so much." Ursula smiled perfunctorily, and quickly turned her gaze back to little Holmes who was carefully examining the murder weapon.

"You are so cruel." The viscount suddenly dropped the cold expression of the paladin status, and changed into the slightly frivolous expression for a lady of this era when we just met.

"You don't want to take another look at me. Are you engaged to little Holmes?" He pulled up a chair and sat directly opposite Ursula, looking directly at her with those dark abyss-like eyes.

"But I don't see the thread of contract between the two of you."

"See?" Ursula was caught by the other's words. "Can you see connections between other people?"

"It's thanks to the eye bestowed by this god." The paladin smiled bluntly and pointed to his right eye. "That's why I can see through your hesitation and anxiety."

Ursula quickly glanced at the black eye that was indistinguishable from the left eye, but instead of following the other person's words to investigate, she lowered her eyes indifferently.

"You have passed, sir. The engagement is my business."

"Yes, Miss Watson. But for people like us, if there is no legal agreement, all the agreements in the human world are nothing but water and moon mirrors." The paladin did not shrink back because of this indifference, but continued to induce. "Besides, a beautiful lady shouldn't have only one suitor."

"Are you sure to pursue it in front of my fiancé? Your Excellency the Viscount." Eric rewrapped the dagger and threw it at the paladin who was getting closer to Ursula.

"It's not even a fiancé, only the little Mr. Sherlock Holmes from the human world." The paladin chuckled lightly, and caught the dagger as it approached the door. "If you're so confident, why don't you ask Miss Watson to make a promise with you now. I'll definitely quit on the spot, and I will sincerely send my best wishes."

Hearing these words, Ursula couldn't help wondering if this guy was actually Eric's assist.In view of the fact that this guy had abducted her some time ago, the possibility of finding an acquaintance to play a role for her is not ruled out, isn't it?

Full of doubts, she turned her head to see Eric's reaction.

But to Ursula's surprise, little Holmes didn't look at her eagerly because of the provocative words just now, and of course he didn't get angry because of it.

His face was quite calm, he just glanced at his rival lightly, and then said: "You are right, we haven't signed a soul contract yet, but..."

Eric bent down and took Ursula's hand familiarly, and pressed a kiss on it through the lace-woven glove.

"Don't you think that since the contract is so sacred, it must be concluded at the moment of the wedding, so that it will be more memorable?"

His eyes were silvery.

"..." Ursula, who didn't want to get entangled with the paladin, blushed very cooperatively.

"Is that so?" The paladin looked at Ursula's expression carefully, and was about to say something more, but suddenly stopped.

I saw him listening carefully. "The people from Scotland Yard have arrived, and I am going down to deal with them now. Let me take my leave, Miss Watson."

"By the way, your golden eyes are like flames that have ignited my heart."

After saying this, he took her other hand with a speed that Ursula hadn't realized at all, and gave her a solid kiss.

Afterwards, she didn't give her the slightest chance to react, straightened up immediately, and strode out.

"That's rude." Ursula was really a little annoyed now. "He is also a nobleman after all. Do you understand that a hand kiss is something that a lady stretches out her hand first?"

Moreover, the two people on the left and the right are keen to make a fuss about her poor paws. It's a pity that this pair of gloves is no longer pure in order to protect the owner's hands.

"Does he think he's performing some ancient drama? His eyes are on fire." Ursula complained, taking off her long lace gloves in extreme depression and throwing them aside.

Eric, however, has been lost in thought since the other party left. He lightly tapped the back of the solid wood chair with his fingers, and his eyes were empty.

Seeing this, Ursula waited for a while, and did not ask until little Holmes came back to reality from the palace of thought.

"Is there something wrong with that dagger?"

"The dagger is an ordinary dagger, but I don't know if it is because it was let go by him close to the body, and it carries a trace of holy power." Eric Holmes said as he weighed his words.

Hearing this, Ursula couldn't help but sneer: "Perhaps they are the paladins who directed and acted themselves. After all, outstanding artists since ancient times have thrown themselves into the arms of devils and goblins. If there is no one in heaven to make hymns , they have to do something out of an inexplicable sense of responsibility."

"By the way, do they have any business that overlaps with angels, or soul-robbing with hell?" Ursula blinked.

"Unfortunately, no. The angels and demons in this world have become legends just like the gods. Only the land of fairies and the human world coexist." Little Holmes laughed when he saw Ursula's appearance of making trouble. "I thought this would be my line, angrily slandering my rival in all kinds of ways. Are you unhappy being pursued by a handsome black-haired man?"

"Of course I'm not happy. Even if the love story of Romeo and Juliet is beautiful, I don't like tragedies." Ursula lowered her head and tugged on her bracelet.

"What's more, the antique armor he inherited was truly stained with the witch's blood." Ursula closed her eyes, hugged her shoulders, and remembered the pressure she felt when she first met this paladin. It was different from the remnants of power from different witches on the seemingly glamorous silver-white armor.

Little Holmes felt the slight tremor of her body, and tried to stroke the girl's hair as a comfort, but found that the delicate hairstyle made him completely unable to do so.

So Eric simply squatted down, took Miss Witch's hand and placed it next to his face.

"Then our story must be a comedy. The young witch and the fledgling detective, the fire-attributed witch and the wind-attributed elf, no matter how you look at it, they are all accomplices in the same crime." Eric maintained this posture and looked up at her gently .

Ursula looked closely at Eric's silver-gray eyes that could see through people's hearts for a while, and then relaxed, and she was in the mood to recall the previous conversation.

She turned the topic back to the case.

"Eric, what kind of ability is the eyes of that guy who can't recognize his own position?"

"According to what he said just now, he can see through the contractual relationship." Eric thought for a while and said: "However, in the London world, he was once called the Judgment Knight, and he claimed to be able to see through all the truth. But his various behaviors and rumors today Very inconsistent."

"You can see the legal contract and the real eyes, but you can't see the actor's soul being stolen." Ursula Tochi said. "This power is too suspicious. After all, in terms of the level of law and soul, the law must be higher. I think he is weird."

"I still insist that his pursuit is too inexplicable. Especially from his standpoint, with that strange eye, he must not be fascinated by my face and magic power, and must have other purposes." Ursula rationally analyze.

"It's indeed too positive. But... I can't just add him to the list of suspects just because I'm a rival in love. After all, if you really do this, you will definitely laugh at me for finally burning out because of feelings Brain." Eric stood up with a smile, took out his notebook and wrote down something.

"Of course, and very loudly," Ursula laughed.

dong dong dong.

A hasty knock on the door interrupted the conversation between the two.

Ursula and Eric put away their smiles and looked at each other silently. It seemed that their small box had new guests again.