Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"What do we need to do now." Miss Helena asked enthusiastically.

"Well, let's go first..." Ursula suddenly saw something flashing, she narrowed her eyes and walked to Miss Bruno, and picked up the hat that the other party put aside.

This is a wide-brimmed hat that catches up with the current London trend and is decorated with flowers and ribbons.

It actually belonged to Ursula, for Miss Bruno's riding clothes had come yesterday and were not suitable for today's excursions.Therefore, the other party's outfit today came from Ursula's wardrobe, and the flowers on the hat were also taken from their house.

In this day and age, if other people want to decorate with the best quality fresh cut flowers every day, then you must first have a garden or greenhouse, and second, you must have a good gardener.Or maybe you are an expert gardener and would like to spend time in the garden in front of your house.

But in a home where elves exist, there is no such trouble. The magic makes the four seasons no longer distinct, and there is only eternal summer in Block A of 221 Baker Street.Even if it is winter, if Ursula wants to, the young detective can bring spring from the land of goblins.

"I'm sorry, Sophie." Ursula apologized and shook her hat.

Haw!

A little flower demon fell out of the champagne-colored roses and landed on the tea tray.

"Hey!" She (?) saw several girls approaching curiously, shrank into a ball in fright, aggrieved, Miss Helena was especially excited, she was one of the poet's favorite elves.

"This guy Eric." Miss Witch sighed. She knew this little flower demon. It was a flower elf from the kind race that Eric found, from the fairy kingdom where Thumbelina went last.Little Sherlock Holmes hired the other party to take care of the fresh-cut flowers in the house that have been replaced daily since he formally pursued Ursula with the crystallization of magic power.

Mr. Detective called it to create a romantic atmosphere to facilitate the development of relationships.

However, this behavior caused another problem.That is, every time Mr. Holmes came to have afternoon tea or supper, he would look at the out-of-season flower arrangements in the living room with a strange look.

Of course, we also need to cooperate with Dr. Watson who is occasionally shrewd but completely ignores the point: "It's not even June yet, and the Dutch chrysanthemums here are actually blooming?"

Every time Ursula was on the sidelines, she was speechless and could only laugh and pass.However, she felt that she could fully understand Mr. Holmes' mood. This unnatural phenomenon of flowers of the four seasons concentrated in a room that could never be called a greenhouse was like a person with an absolute sense of music hearing that the band played the wrong note. People with obsessive-compulsive disorder find that the things that have been arranged are disrupted, but they can't expose it out of helplessness for the bear.

Wait a minute, speaking of the unnaturalness of the overall feeling.

Miss Witch turned to Sophie Bruno again, and she carefully looked at Miss Bruno's other accessories.

"Aha!"

She pinched the other's earlobe.

"Huh?" Sophie Bruno was shocked.

"Is this earring a magic tool?" Miss Witch looked closely at the other's earrings. As an earring, the inlaid sapphires were a bit too luxurious.

Gemstones of this quality are generally used to make necklace pendants or rings. Even if they are used as earrings, they should be the kind of earrings that highlight the fire of gemstones, not the earrings that will be half-covered by hair.

"Yes, it should be considered as a family talisman? Everyone has it, and I chose the earring style." Miss Bruno blushed and touched the earrings after Ursula loosened them.

"I'm afraid there is surveillance, oh no, it should be about guarding you?" Ursula held down the little flower demon who was trying to escape quietly, and sighed. "It's too easy for you to be followed. You obviously have such eyes, but you don't use them in daily life. Your elder brother always stares at me with magic power. It is true that Eric didn't trust me this time, so he put a little flower on it." The demon is in your hat, but next time? What if it's someone else."

Actually no, Ursula felt as if she had sabotaged the moment she caught the goblin in her hands faster than her mind.If she guessed correctly, this little flower demon should have been used by little Sherlock Holmes as a backup plan for Miss Bruno to bring home.But the matter has come to this point, she can only try her best to cover up, in case the other party finds out that something is wrong.

"..." Miss Sophie's cheerful expression faded a little, and she said a little disappointed. "Because I used to think that since there is only one magic eye, James and Edgar can't see naturally in battle, so don't rely on it. I can use stronger force to compare with them."

"But I saw Rosalie's persistence, and I figured it out. Even if there is only one eye, it is the most powerful eye in the Bruno family. I will get used to using it every day from now on. Talent should not be caused by force majeure halfway through. Incompleteness, we let us down."

"Then the first step is to try to use it to turn off the monitoring function inside your earrings." Miss Witch induced.

"Huh? Why did you turn it off?" Miss Bruno hesitated.

"Since you want to fight against the unfairness of the family system, you have to fight to the end. How about it~ I really want to win Mr. Holmes once, so as to fight against the arrogance that he is too arrogant after only winning me once." Ursula thought about it for a while. The bet with Eric when he first met, his golden eyes lit up, and he tempted the little princess of the knight's family to go astray with a tone dedicated to witches in fairy tales.

"And you, don't you want to let those old-fashioned people in your family lose a game? Don't you want them to doubt the outdated worldview that you have always insisted on?"

"Come on, Sophie, before they find us, turn off the surveillance camera, and then... I'll tell you a super interesting way to win this—a perfect victory only for girls." The corners of Miss Witch's mouth curled up. .

After hesitating for a moment, Sophie Bruno nodded firmly.

Afterwards, Ursula and several girls enjoyed afternoon tea at Rosalie's house, and then said goodbye slowly, oh, and successfully took Miss Painter away, for safety, and for Miss Bruno and Ursula According to the plan, she will stay at Bruno's house tonight.

"Good afternoon." Little Holmes straightened up from the handlebars on his bicycle, took off his light-colored straw hat, and greeted several girls.

"What kind of dress are you wearing?" Ursula looked at him. The white shirt inside was a very informal lapel with a loose neckline, and the light gray vest was a suit that was just popular among young people in this period. Here comes a pinstriped jacket in the same color as the modern suit.

Eric's one leg is on the pedal of the bicycle, and the other foot is supporting the natural appearance. If it weren't for the four-wheeled carriage passing through the background, Ursula would be in a trance.

"Are you going to have a picnic?" Miss Helena asked.

"Yes, it's a pity that a lovely lady forgot our agreement." He looked at Miss Witch and smiled.

That's really embarrassing, in fact, there is no such thing as an appointment, Ursula smiled.

"I promise you the gift, do you still like the color?" Little Holmes tilted his head, motioning her to look at the carriage on the side of the road.

"Ok?"

Several girls turned their heads together, and only then did they notice a brand new bicycle leaning against the carriage. In order to show its status as a gift, it was tied with a big pink ribbon bow.

"...I think I might have something else to do." She hid the bottle holding the little flower demon back, and the witch, who was about to destroy the opponent's plan, was a little guilty.

"No, it's all right. Go." Miss Helena pushed her gently from behind. "We're done with the party anyway, haven't we?" She winked at Ursula with the most ambiguous look of watching.

"Sisterhood time is over, now it's love time."

Unprepared, Ursula was pushed forward a few steps, just in time to join young Holmes in the heap.

"Thank you for your understanding." The young detective grabbed Miss Witch's paw and said to the girls with a smile: "By the way, please ask my coachman to take everyone back as compensation for taking Ursula away. "

Is there such a thing as a coachman in our family?Ask Mycroft to borrow it?thought Ursula, and couldn't help but glance at the driver in the driver's seat.

This glance made her almost fail, and saw a young man with a baby face, with a stinky face, sitting there holding the rein upright.

"Is Wigginson driving the car today?" Miss Witch pressed the head of little Holmes' bicycle, trying to control her expression and asked.

"Ah, he asked for it on his own initiative. I feel that since I can't ride my horse, I have to do something else to show that I am not useless."

"Oh." Ursula glanced at the demon knight again. She felt that there was a big problem with this guy, but she chose to remain silent after seeing Holmes' calm and composed appearance. She had already done "bad things" once.

"My coachman knows horses very well. He is indeed an expert in raising and training horses, so his driving skills are also quite superb. Please rest assured that he will definitely get home safely without any bumps." Eric may feel that the demon knight The expression is very interesting, and I added another sentence.

Sure enough, the other party's expression became darker.

The girls also looked at the serious-looking baby-faced coachman with interest, thinking that this might be the demeanor of a so-called skilled coachman.

"An expert in horses? Then I have to talk to James when I get home, and let him have a good chat with this gentleman. He almost lived in the stables a few days ago. It has subsided these days, but his little white horse has been I'm sick, even if I go to a veterinarian, she won't get better." Miss Bruno thought for a while. "May I ask your coachman to come back later after seeing us off, Mr. Holmes?"

"Of course. Wigginson is happy to serve you." Eric smiled, then rang the bell and asked the baby-faced driver. "Yes or no?"

"Then thank you, little Mr. Holmes." Several girls hugged and said goodbye to Ursula one after another, and made another appointment to meet at Miss Bruno's house tomorrow before getting into the carriage and leaving.

"Now there are only two of us left." The young detective looked sideways at the girl. "Go to the park, or the river? You should know how to ride a bicycle."

"I don't know if I will ride or not, so give me this thing, and take me for a walk, you really..." Ursula complained, tearing off the exaggerated bow tie on the handlebar.

"Because there will be no fun." Little Holmes laughed. "I actually hope you don't know how to ride a bicycle, so..."

"This experience of yours is mine. From then on, whenever a bicycle passes by or the bell rings, you will involuntarily think of me, and the time when I taught you how to ride a bicycle." Mr. Half-elf turned his back on the afternoon Sunshine raised the corners of Ursula's mouth and burst into a meaningful smile.