Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"Oh, Holmes, please don't go around the bush, tell me what's going on." Ursula saw that Eric started to imitate Sherlock's tone of voice again, she suppressed a smile, clenched her fist by her mouth, and deliberately bolded it. A voice sighed.

"Excuse me for being stupid, but I don't know what vital clues I have said, Holmes."

"At your service." Little Holmes bowed slightly.

The two looked at each other, and laughed loudly at this game that they hadn't played for a while because they had been under the watchful eyes of their imitated parents.

George Wade looked left, looked right.Although he didn't understand what kind of riddles these two young lovers were playing, as a judge who had seen love, hate and hatred in court, his accurate intuition still made him take a step back silently, and swallowed his own thoughts. Questions to ask Sherlock Holmes Jr.

And he has made up his mind that even in the future, he will never express any opinion when these two people look at each other.

I don’t know what dog food is, but a very self-conscious decent good guy (Eric, in order to praise him, tried his best to block Bruno No. [-]’s whimsical move for himself). regained its former state.

Both of them leaned carelessly on the golden shimmering hedge, sorting out the sequence of events from receiving the first commission to just confirming that the soul of the second artist was stolen.

"I think what you said to George just now is quite reasonable." Little Holmes turned his head slightly to look at the black-haired girl with her arms folded.

"Which sentence?" Ursula said hesitantly, recalling the time when Eric suddenly spoke. "... What the goblins have been plotting has always been human beings?"

"That's it, Watson~" Little Holmes snapped his fingers, "Thanks to your inspiration, I broke through a blind spot."

"How do you say it?" Ursu pulled a golden leaf and put it in his mouth like Eric before him, asking in a vague voice.She was really hungry, and she wouldn't eat much before a social event that required dressing up, let alone an invitation to a dinner party.

"I have always considered our client's actions from the perspective of this land." Because Mr. Judge, who was already frightened today, Eric did not directly identify himself as a half-blood elf, but used the land It refers to the land of goblins as a hint.

Ursula chewed the leaves like potato chips, and felt that it was neither bad nor tasty. After hearing this, she nodded and signaled Holmes to continue.

"But you, it's not. Although I don't know why." At this point, Eric smiled slightly.

"However, it stands to reason that a natural spellcaster like you should be like me. Although he can handle life in the human world with ease, when he sets foot on this land of the other world, he will be too familiar with the laws of this world. Thereby directly switching positions, acting according to the survival rules of the inhabitants of this world as naturally as breathing."

"The only ones who will insist that goblins have plans for human beings are ordinary people who have witnessed goblin plots by chance, but are powerless to stop them."

Eric Holmes nodded Miss Witch's forehead, raised his eyebrows and said: "As a person who can snatch the real name of a small leader in the air demon army at a young age, why is he so resistant to dealing with goblins?" Woolen cloth?"

"..." Ursula smiled while clutching her forehead. As long as she didn't say anything, no one would know. It was all because she read two centuries more stories about human beings dealing with non-human beings.

Even in this time and space, her power has been dormant in her blood and soul from the beginning, and can only be awakened by the laurel crown touched by porcelain.But this does not mean that she can understand what it means to switch positions naturally.

Don't look at Ursula's proficiency in using flames so much that she can conjure up a crossing of the Eight Immortals.However, when she first discovered that she could mobilize natural elements, she struggled for a long time.

Regarding the contradiction that the five elements and four elements in the previous life can exist at the same time, and whether the chemical formula of the water element in this world is still h2o, if she disassembles the water element, will she get the wind element?

Strange troubles like these are tossing in the world of Ursula, who has just gained strength.

The fledgling Miss Witch, although her head is full of inherited magic knowledge.However, after all, she is a traveler with another knowledge system, and she was confused for a long time just to sort out the relationship between those knowledge.

It wasn't until he was bullied by the goblins near his home that he emptied himself and decided to survive with a new concept.

Plus that perverted shadow... Ha, let's not mention it.Ursula thought, looking again at the inquiring half-elf detective, and squinting her eyes.

To be honest, even now that she met little Sherlock Holmes, she is cautiously facing all the mysterious things, for fear of being tricked.

Lest she end up like her sister in Christina Rossetti's poem "The Bazaar of Leprechauns", as an only child, she does not have the hope that her sister will fight the leprechauns and bring back life-saving juice.

"Probably because someone's intentions are not pure." Ursula said confidently, and began to fight back, successfully making little Holmes skip this topic with a guilty conscience.

"Ahem, okay. So we actually entered a misunderstanding." Eric coughed dryly and continued with the case itself. "It's true that our client is a goblin, but when a goblin makes an equivalent exchange transaction with a human being, she will blur the concept for the purpose, so when she entrusts me, she will really be honest. ?"

"Although in common sense, they will only play tricks on the value of the exchanged items to avoid the punishment of the world's laws. But..." Eric raised the corner of his mouth. "What if she wasn't the real client from the beginning? Or, what she asked for from the beginning wasn't the content of the commission itself?"

"Not really?" said Ursula in surprise. "You mean she's not the master of the demon cave?"

"It's just a tiny possibility. Although goblins are very strict about identity recognition, this possibility cannot be ruled out. The image of green clothes and white horses is not as specific as the weapons of gods, so it is not impossible to disguise." said young Holmes thoughtfully. "Especially, on the premise that we already know a lunatic who compares himself to a god."

"However, considering that we have just met the client here. Since the other party is in this other world, he still insists on his identity. Then the possibility of this fake is very low. After all, if the real powerful and violent person is alarmed The demon master, her risk is too great. Therefore, I am more inclined to think that what our client entrusts is different from what she really wants to achieve." He said.

"She is probably using us as a cover-up to cover up her real purpose. If so, this is an invalid commission, after all, the content of the transaction itself may be false." Little Holmes touched his chin, and he glanced at Ursula, who was at a loss, began to explain with examples.

"For example, now I propose to you, and you didn't refuse, but you asked me to give you the moon as a gift for the proposal, you just agree." Eric said: "This kind of agreement that cannot meet the requirements is invalid. .”

"There is a similar plot in the fairy tale of the donkey skin princess. The princess asked for a dress like the stars, the moon, and the sun as a gift to hinder the marriage contract." Ursula nodded in understanding and smiled. "But you can change the example next time and don't always hint at marriage proposals."

Young Holmes pretended not to hear.

The two discussed for a while, and then he fell into thinking again, talking to himself.

"But what is her real purpose? The death of the two artists, apart from the loss of the soul, which has been one-sided until now, what is the connection? Tsk, I should have gone down to see the corpse in the theater..."

Ursula saw that the other party had entered her own spiritual world again, and she would not be able to get out for a while.Then he turned his attention to Judge George, who had been pretending that he didn't exist.

"I heard that you and Count Bruno's family are old friends?" Ursula thought about it, and then smiled very kindly at the other party.

"That's right, I am a distant relative of Countess Bruno. So I have known their family since I was very young." Judge George replied.

He didn't understand why this Miss Watson suddenly brought up this topic, and she originally wanted to be perfunctory.

Because of his friend James' sudden obsession, he really didn't want this girl who was engaged and seemed to have a good relationship with her fiancé to be entangled with the word Bruno.

However, he looked at the three moons that suddenly appeared in the misty sky without any process at this moment.

And the girl in front of her, whose eyes had already turned a rich golden color, but who had no particular mood swings, decided to answer honestly.

"What do you wish to know, Miss Watson?" he asked.

"The eldest son of his family, His Excellency Viscount Edgar Bruno." Ursula did not feel embarrassed about taking advantage of the danger, but instead planned to take the opportunity to find out. "What is he like? How does he get along with his younger siblings? How is his relationship?"

Mr. Judge, who was confused by this series of questions, took a moment to reply: "He is very fair, although he has a reputation in the social world..." He didn't continue, and Ursula understood immediately.

Under this understanding gaze, he turned awkwardly and directly answered the following question.

"It's more dignified to younger brothers and sisters. When I was a guest at his house, I found that the three of them had never been active together. Either Edgar took his younger brother to practice something, or James and Sophie played together." At this point, Mr. Judge found that he began to involuntarily want to reveal more, obviously he planned to stop.

He looked into Miss Witch's eyes blankly, and continued: "Sophie and this big brother have always been at odds, although she and James also like to bicker, but their attitude towards Edgar, er, how should I put it, is not the kind Is it more like a rebellion against the parents?"

"Go on, please," Ursula coaxed in a soft voice.

"James means that Edgar and Count Bruno don't want Sophie to join some 'tea party'? So she's throwing a tantrum."

"And what is Mr. James Bruno's attitude toward his elder brother?"

"It's also very contradictory. He respects and wants to defeat the kind. Actually, he always said that Sophie was in the rebellious period. Although he is already twenty, he is not bad. Recently, he lives with Ma every day because his brother When he got a good horse, he got angry and said he wanted to have one too," complained Mr. Judge.

"If it weren't for today's event, he doesn't know how long he would have to stay in the uniform of the horseman who said that sound. Not to mention none of the horses in his stable are pregnant, even if there is a pony born, how could it be possible to stay in the original foundation? The common ones immediately gave birth to better varieties."

"..." When Ursula heard these words, the black line froze.Something came to her mind suddenly, about how the foolish demon knight had befriended a stable boy.

Well, both of them have taken a fancy to each other's things, one wants a shield, and the other wants a mount.But if you think about it, you know, how could the shield of the paladin family be exchanged for a monster, so maybe James Bruno, oh, must have set a trap for Wigginson to jump in by himself.

Ursula patted her face. Although she hadn't communicated with Eric Holmes, at this moment, she had exactly the same thoughts as Eric who learned about it at the poker table.

Still, return the name to him when you get back! Wigginson is too unlucky to affect her luck.

At this moment, little Sherlock Holmes finally broke away from his thoughts. He looked at the three moons that suddenly appeared, and touched his eye sockets.

After glancing at Ursula's weird expression and Mr. Judge's state from the corner of his eye, he showed a knowing expression.

"You know." Eric came over and said in an affirmative tone. "So, are you going to set him free?"

Now, Ursula realized that little Holmes must have known it too, and she sighed, "What else can I do but set him free."

Then he looked up at little Holmes: "For a quick decision, kick Wigginson away. Let's start thinking of a way to go back now, shall we?"

"Don't you want to play a wild boar?" The young detective blinked. "It just so happens that you're hungry, so let's have a barbecue before leaving? The time flow in the two worlds is different, so it's definitely in time. It's the ultimate delicacy on the table of the gods, and it's inexhaustible."

"No game!" said Ursula decisively.

There is never enough to eat, and there are only three of them, which sounds terrible.Compared to these specialty products in the Fairy Land with unknown functions and strange aftereffects like the underworld pomegranates, she wanted to go home and eat bread.

"You are dishonest." Miss Witch felt that the other party was a little strange.She stood on tiptoe and poked the half-elf's cheek lightly. "Today is the second time, and you are more proud than the first time."

"Who made the moonless night in this world the same time as March in the land of goblins?" Eric smiled, his smile was slightly evil, and his eyes were frighteningly bright.

Miss Witch was a little confused by the beauty for a while, and was dumbfounded.

Ursula used to compare little Holmes' eyes to quicksilver when he was in his wizard state, but this time they were another pair of silver moons altogether.

He caught Ursula's fingers, touched them to his lips and let them go.

"Three times the moonlight, it's reasonable for my little half-elf to have some unrealistic delusions, isn't it~" Eric laughed.

"Quick!... Hurry back!"

Ursula drew back her fingers, and her cheeks became rosy.She turned to Judge George, who was still in a daze, and shook her hand in front of his eyes, and the other party suddenly woke up.

"Huh? Miss Watson? What did we just talk about? I'm sorry I just lost my mind." He apologized, completely forgetting that he had gone on and on about gossip to the other party.

"Never mind, just gossiping to pass the time," said Ursula with the utmost understanding. "Mr. Guide has also recovered, we can go back."

"Go back?" In fact, Mr. Judge, who has been very anxious subconsciously, immediately caught this word. "Where are you going back?"

He was full of anticipation and asked with some hesitation.

"Of course it's back to the human world, the real labyrinth garden of Mr. Dinta's house." Little Holmes also came over.

"Have you found your way?" Judge George said pleasantly.

"Forget it." Eric said with a smile. "Please close your eyes now, and don't open your eyes no matter what sounds you hear, otherwise...you may lose this chance to go home forever."

"I understand, I understand. The myth says so, and I will definitely do it." Mr. Judge nodded understandingly.

"Then please do it now!" Eric gestured with his hand out.

Judge George closed his eyes tightly, looking obedient.

Ursula looked at him, looked at Eric with a puzzled expression, and asked with her lips: "So how do we get out?"

"Of course it's violence!" The other party returned silently.

Ursula had question marks all over her head. What is this Sherlock Holmes talking about?Isn't this a puzzle game?

The half-elf detective who usually acted with wisdom raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled recklessly under the triple moonlight, with a rare youthful look.

He clenched his fist and punched hard at a plant wall behind him.

"After all, if I don't give vent to this power, I don't know what I will do when my sweetheart and rival are in my home court, my dear miss."

In Ursula's stupefaction.

The golden plants were suddenly crushed by the distorted space, scattered in all directions, and turned into dots of sparkle, floating in the air.

The dreamy beauty made her want to grab it, but in the middle of reaching out, she was grabbed by little Sherlock Holmes who had been prepared a long time ago.

"Hey, and Mr. Judge!"

Ursula was led by Eric in this state, and quickly walked towards the exit of the violently opened maze. Seeing that the other party had no intention of pulling the judge who closed his eyes and closed his eyes, she hurriedly reminded him.

"I remember. Do you think I've lost my mind?" There was a smile in his tone, he didn't look back, he kept walking, and continued to pull her forward.

Very similar! Ursula thought, staring at the back of the other's head.

Just as he was about to enter the entrance of the present world, little Holmes waved back with his other hand.

Following this movement, a gust of wind blew up, and Mr. Judge behind them was swept up into the air by the wind and rushed to this side.

Ursula saw that the other party was about to run into her, and was about to do something.But there was a pulling force on her right hand, causing her to slam into Eric's arms who turned around.

Before I raised my head, I felt empty under my feet.She and little Sherlock Holmes also floated up with the air current, and went away with the wind with Mr. Judge, entering the splendid channel of the present world.

"So why did Judge George close his eyes!" cried Ursula through the air current. "It doesn't make any sense at all!"

"Because it's fun~" Little Holmes laughed.

Fortunately, at the next moment, Ursula got down on the ground and saw the reassuring dark moonless night sky and the black poplar hedges in the night.

And... the pair of silver eyes that were back to normal were facing her.