Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"Horses also need to rest!" The demon knight said righteously.

In this regard, Ursula, who was watching from the sidelines, sneered.

Who doesn't know their horses, they used magic to lure the souls of human beings to raise healthy horses in their sleep.During the day, the horses have to help their masters normally, but they can't rest at night, and their mental strength is taken by them to run around.Until they are consumed by 007 and become ownerless horse souls, they will be taken away logically.

You have to rest even if you return the horse. Is this what black-hearted capitalists like the demons in the sky can say?

"Believe it or not." Wigginson sat cross-legged on the floor, his black armor of unknown material making a crackling sound.

"Did you rest for so long?" Eric Holmes paused for a moment on the opponent's boots.

"Forest, plain, lakeside, ha, there's even a goblin market." With his good eyesight, he quickly analyzed the traces and soil from the world in London on the opponent's boots. "What a wonderful date, a touching camaraderie."

It was the first time that Ursula, who saw little Sherlock Holmes using this skill of distinguishing places from the soil she touched, was in awe.Sure enough, the advantage of being a half-elf detective is that you can not only understand the soil of London and other parts of the world, but also distinguish the land of goblins.

"Besides, if what you mean by rest, you mean attaching the spirit of that ghost horse to the horse of the paladin captain's family, then it is indeed." Little Holmes took a sip from his cup, then raised his eyes lightly. To Wigginson.

"Say hello to your stablemate friend for me."

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"It's shameful. You are a demon knight, and you actually use demons to describe us." Ursula educated him earnestly. "A stableboy friend. Tsk tsk tsk, what's the difference between that and a wolf saying he met a cute little sheep?"

"Okay, why don't you just grab a little black group, I will find a way." The demon knight was defeated.

"Is it the paladin's horse, or is the stable boy a beautiful boy who transcends gender." Ursula stared at Wigginson with interest. "Didn't see it, buddy."

"You are asking as the master, or you are just gossiping." The demon knight said sullenly.

"It's simply to satisfy my curiosity that has nowhere to rest." Miss Witch grinned.

"George, that's the stable boy. He has a family shield. It's very traditional, you know." Wigginson said, sitting on the ground in a more comfortable position. "I'm very interested in this, but that thing has a bit of a magic attribute restriction, and I need to get ownership over it."

"That's why I took the other party on a night trip to the Fairy's Land, and it's easy to get used to it." Ursula looked away boredly. "Tsk, old tricks of fairies."

Yuxian.Enduring world-wide folktale themes.

The goblins in England also enjoy it. From ordinary villagers in the countryside to ladies at the royal ball, people from all walks of life will always claim that they have encountered some strange things. Know exactly what benefits they gain from it.

Being taken on a night outing by a fairy is the most fashionable topic in the countryside. If you get some advice and dig up some ancient gold coins, then this story will even be circulated for hundreds of years.

"So, what do you want in exchange?" Ursula let out a sigh, leaned on the table, raised her golden eyes that had not been extinguished due to the influence of being in Fairyland today, and asked lazily. "Equivalent exchange?"

"Of course it's an exchange of equal value." The demon opened his mouth and smiled. "It's just based on the stupid values ​​of human beings as a standard."

"..." Ursula felt internalized as a stupid human being.

"But I haven't figured out what he wants now." The demon knight complained: "In order to get closer to him, I stuffed all my favorite horses into the one he raised. Just because every time I go When it's time, don't bark that stupid horse."

That was really hard work.Ursula thought, but she was referring to the horse, whose little body contained two souls, one of which was still a ghoul.What is the difference between this and the upper body of the ghost in the human ghost story, it is so pitiful.Horses who bully others cannot find someone to exorcise ghosts.

"By the way, master, you have opened a detective agency, haven't you? Can you..." He suddenly thought of something, and looked at the two excitedly.

"No." Ursula tried to pull herself together and interrupted him directly. "We are a serious business, and our business does not include helping evil monsters rob innocent human family heirlooms."

"Bye, we are going to rest." She waved her hand and used the enchantment to directly repel the other party.

"Sleepy, Uncle John is right, can we change our schedule, we stay up so late every day." Ursula asked, lying on her stomach and turning to Eric.

"But isn't the social season just a season of partying until midnight and then getting up at noon? Miss~" Little Holmes said in a free and romantic social tone, shrugging.

Ursula chuckled.Wearing work clothes at this point, he is obviously a poor laborer who has returned from overtime. Mr. Holmes and the others are the standard equipment for enjoying the social season.

"You're going to laugh me to death. Hahaha." Miss Witch wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. "It can't be done, it can't be done. I'm going to bed, and I must reset my biological clock back tomorrow."

"That's impossible. I want to take you to a party tomorrow night," said Eric Holmes. "To live up to your rare trip to another world today."

He raised his teacup in salute to Ursula.

"May we all drink from the fountain of the Muses in this world and be blessed by Apollo."

"I can't hide anything from you." Ursula smiled, and she sat up and took her glass to clink a glass with him. "Okay, so what is the identity setting for tomorrow?"

"Science students who don't understand art." Eric put down his glass and said. "And a beautiful fiancée who is obsessed with art."

"It doesn't seem to be difficult, and it's almost like acting in its true colors." Ursula thought about it, and then suddenly remembered something. "Didn't you come to school? Why didn't you report now?"

"School only starts in September. I specially arrived in London early so that I could have enough time to do some serious work. When school starts, I will have to go to a place 50 kilometers away from the paradise city of this case." He sighed. "It's boring, but Mycroft asked me to go. I hope the library over there can give me a little surprise."

Seeing Holmes's appearance of a boy tired of studying, Ursula thought for a while, but finally said nothing.

"good night."

"Good night, Ursula." Eric waved to her, leaning back in the armchair.

"University." Ursula walked up the steps slowly, feeling that her campus life in her previous life had become blurred.In this era when only a few universities started to recruit girls, she didn't intend to join in the fun from the beginning.

Women who go to college in this day and age will eventually become the shining pearls of the scientific world.Ursula, who believes that her science level is stuck in high school chemistry experiments, feels that she may not have such a strong research spirit.

But what is her dream in this day and age?Little Sherlock Holmes's dream is obviously to explore the case and indulge his whole life like his uncle.

Ursula pushed open the door of her own room.Looking at the drawing board covered with white cloth by the window and the manuscripts scattered on the writing table, I suddenly felt unable to sleep.I simply took out the poetry magazine that arrived yesterday and read it. After reading it for a while, I suddenly laughed.

She threw herself on the fluffy duvet and buried herself in it.Inspired by the theme of this month's poetry magazine, Ursula suddenly has a purpose.

Recorder of time?The bard on the magic side?

With the title of little Sherlock Holmes as a magic detective in the second grade, she should also leave some magical legends to the world.Writing and describing the myths and legends seen with her eyes, like Dr. Watson, or the Conan Doyle in her world, makes words come true.

Maybe at this time, in another time and space, there is a girl reading a detective novel under the lamp, with her and Eric as the main characters.Just like those years when she was indulging in Mr. Holmes' adventure history.The other party will also meet this fantasy London in the nineteenth century in the dream made of words.

……

Then Ursula not only missed breakfast, but slept through lunch.

"Who the hell said to adjust the biological clock?" Eric handed Ursula a wet towel to wake her up.

He went to wake the girl up during lunch time, but the other party opened the door and said that she needed to clean up, but the sound disappeared again on the way, and she fell asleep.

After waiting like this for an hour, Eric finally gave up the so-called gentleman's etiquette of not entering a lady's room, and went in with his forehead to poach someone.

"It should be said that you are too energetic!" Ursula complained. "You really did not sleep for 24 hours the day before, and you are still alive and kicking."

"That can only be thanks to my mother's good inheritance." Little Holmes picked up a hairpin. "This is a set, do you want to put it on?"

"Yes, there is another one, which is symmetrical. Don't be in a position where you can only see a third of the effect on the front." She directed Eric to help her with her hair in front of the mirror.

There was no way, because the evening party also included dinner, and she didn't have enough time to pack up slowly.After figuring out that this is actually a party for art lovers and artists.

Ursula decided to just dress up. After all, the so-called art lovers are also called investors at the parties of this era.Under the brilliance of money, she must be shining in the eyes of those poets, painters and actors.

"So you want to wear such an exaggerated necklace?" Eric looked at Ursula and gestured with a complicated and exaggerated jewelry that should not appear in a small party like tonight.

"This one looks the most expensive." Ursula smiled.

"I thought you went to the fountain of inspiration to impress them with your talent."

"Ha, naive boy. Art is very expensive." Miss Witch raised her chin slightly and said. "I have to impress their bodies with my abilities first, and then use my personality charm to attack their souls."

"By the way, is this the guest list?" She glanced at a piece of paper that Eric had just placed on the dressing table, and a name caught her attention.

"Yes. I'm interested." Little Holmes saw Ursula's eyes light up in the mirror.

"You know why artists are always goblins' prey?" Instead of answering the young detective, she asked another question.

"Is there a similarity in the core?" As a detective with half-elf blood, she immediately understood what she meant. The pursuit of beautiful things is the consensus of elves and artists.Although the forms are different, men and women with outstanding appearance will only leave their shadows in the poets and painters of this era, while goblins will take them into the eternal world.

He bent down and carefully helped the girl put on the earrings, and laughed.

"Then please bring more sparkling jewellery, and let their eyes be dazzled by the bling."

"Tsk tsk tsk, and you, pretty elf. I don't want to find out that the name of my titular fiancé will appear in next month's poetry magazine. By the way, here's this for you, I found it last night."

Seeing that everything was tidied up, she jumped up and took a poetry magazine, and opened a page that had been folded in advance to read to Eric.

"There is a black eye that reflects the blue sky,

There is a beautiful dark hair that reflects the light.

Unruly and passionate are just masks,

That holy frost is the essence of the soul. "

"Sounds like someone we both know?" Little Holmes raised his eyebrows.

"Bingo! That's right~ The title of this poem is "Remembering the First Impression of the Viscount", and it is introduced that the theme of the poem is to praise the handsome man in society, Viscount Edgar Bruno. The person who wrote the praise If the poet doesn’t know the identity of the other party, it’s quite interesting, isn’t it.”

Little Holmes pondered: "It's quite interesting. What is the poet's name?"

"Helena White, a talented lady. This month's Poetry Magazine is dedicated to women poets." Ursula looked up at little Holmes, picked up tonight's guest list on the dressing table, and waved it. "I can't wait to get to know her."