Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Although the girls have discovered the hiding place where Rosalie's talent left her fiancé, it is daytime after all, and any destructive magic operations are not suitable for daytime, which violates the potential of the other world. rule.

However, these are actually irrelevant. What really prevents them from making trouble now is that Ursula suddenly realizes that this place is one of the strongholds of Wudu night guards.

So, apart from that Edgar Bruno who never seemed to need to sleep, there must have been new shift paladins sleeping soundly in this house.

"Speaking of your family's traditions, besides not allowing girls to join the paladins and building such outdated French gardens, is there anything else? For example, removing rebel members from the genealogy." Ursula stood up from the squatting state, Ask Miss Bruno, who is pursing her lips.

"Not before, but maybe since I started." She said, wiping away uncontrollable tears.

"Uh... do you have private money?" Miss Witch thought for a while and said.

"Hiccup?" Sophie Bruno hiccupped.

"What I mean is that if you are removed from the list, how do you plan to live? Today, the daughter of the Bruno family took the lead in smashing the secret room, and tomorrow you will become a wanted person in London. You have to think about where to hide!" Ursu Pulling his arms and saying.

"If you plan for the worst, with your family's sphere of influence, Sophie, you can only escape the fate of being locked in a small black house by going abroad."

"..."

"I really didn't think about it." The reliable Miss Witch patted the other party's shoulder. "Before you think about it, let's be honest... Oh, no, just keep pretending to be a good girl."

"But what about Rosalie?" Sophie Bruno was anxious.

"I think there is some misunderstanding." Miss Helena asked. "If it was your family, it shouldn't be possible to do such a thing."

"Then how do you explain those lines connected to the chessboard?"

Ursula thought for a while, "Your elder brother caught another suspect earlier, but unfortunately, he committed suicide in the dungeon. Is that the dungeon where dangerous people are held?"

"No, it's over at St. Paul's Cathedral."

So there may be more troublesome things underneath.The singing Miss Nightingale successfully regained her talent. Why is Rosalie so troublesome? Could it be because the talent is in the eyes. Speaking of which, the Bruno family's talent is also the eyes.Ursula thought with squinted eyes, but she didn't intend to let Miss Bruno act impulsively like this. Before finding out the secrets of Bruno's house, taking her with her may solve most of the mechanisms, but there are also hidden dangers.

"Well. How about this, you hold James Bruno at night, and I will take Rosalie and the others into the chessboard space to have a look." Ursula made a decision, and when she saw what Miss Bruno wanted to say, she quickly added something.

"Sometimes being a messenger of justice lurking among the enemies and providing information to your companions is more valuable than being reckless, Sophie." This persuaded the girl who just wanted to run away from home in a moment of anger.

Miss Bruno managed to calm down, they stayed for a while, and were forced back to the living room by the increasingly strong sunlight.

At this time, several gentlemen had already withdrawn from the poker table. Seeing that the ladies had returned, the judge hurriedly put out the cigars.

"What's not playing?" asked Ursula, sitting on the chair next to little Holmes.

"We were just talking about architecture," Eric replied. "James offered to take us to visit Bruno's house, so there was a temporary truce."

"..." James Bruno heard the initiative once, and the corners of his mouth twitched. It was obviously because of a bet that he lost the game, and Eric proposed it himself.However, in Miss Watson's curious eyes, he certainly couldn't say such a thing to destroy his prestige, so he could only nod aggrievedly.

"That's great. Can I join too?" Ursula's eyes lit up. "I like this kind of historic big house the most!"

No wonder, unless it has heat and water heater.Ursula added to herself, and she smiled reservedly at the raised brow of young Holmes.

Although her parents are experts in archeology and folklore research, she has no interest in these buildings or history. Ursula is probably the legendary child who grew up under the influence of family education and acquired a lot of professional knowledge. The kind of bear child who completely lost interest in the family business.

Apparently little Sherlock Holmes also thought of this, he smiled and looked at the girl: "I didn't even know you liked classical architecture so much."

"Then you should know that my parents like it very much." Ursula looked back at each other unceremoniously.

"Your parents? I heard that your parents are archaeologists, right? Are they doing academic work in Egypt?" James Bruno interrupted suddenly.

"You know too much again." Ursula looked up.

"I, I'm just because I'm going to enroll in the fall, so I researched the professors in the school, and then I happened to see a gentleman with the same surname as yours." James Bruno blushed, and he stammered and hurriedly explained. Judge George behind him Couldn't bear to look any further, and covered his face, didn't he confess that he went to investigate the information of the other party's parents.

"Yeah, so you're classmates?" Ursula didn't care. The identities of her parents were not confidential information, and she just patrolled between the two of them in surprise.

"It seems so." Eric shrugged. "But it's not important, please take us to visit your home first. For some special reasons, I'm very interested in these historical things recently, thank you."

James Bruno was about to say something, but was interrupted by Judge George's warning cough, and he forced a smile.

"Come on, everyone."

Bruno's house is a Norman-style mansion. This architectural style with ancient Roman heritage is actually mostly used to build churches or monasteries, and it is very rare to be used for residences.But thinking about the lineage and status of this family, Ursula felt that it was not unusual.Paladins of Italian origin should not be matched with Roman architecture, there is nothing wrong with it.

"Where's the briquettes?" Ursula winked at young Holmes from behind the visiting procession.

"I don't know." Eric replied with a smile on his lips.

"How can a Sherlock Holmes say that he doesn't know! And you released him yourself." Ursula grabbed the other party's hand and said through magic sound transmission.

"Because the umbral is not what the wind element is good at catching. If it is not at night because of the moonlight and human fantasy, I can't find it."

"Then what's the point of us coming during the day?" Ursula said helplessly. "You can't break into the secret room and you can't take away the little spies."

His eyes lingered for a moment on the jewel around Ursula's neck, and then came face to face with James Bruno, who turned back quietly.Under the sudden stagnation of the other party's sight, little Holmes chuckled and deliberately leaned into Ursula's ear: "Of course it's a demonstration with a rival in love?"

"..." Interrogative sentence, sure enough, there are other plans, but since it is a competition.Ursula let go of her hand, and seriously visited a hall displaying family portraits that the group of them had just entered.

"Sophie, has your family been married to the royal family?" She looked at the independent row of portraits of ladies wearing crowns with different expressions and asked the restless Miss Bruno.

"No, these are the female elders of my family. You see, I am over there too, a 16-year-old portrait, with the same dress. As for the crown, it is an antique from the Arthurian era, and the Bruno girls will wear it in portraits." Sophie Bruno paused for a moment before she realized that she showed a complicated expression.

"My father said it symbolized that the Bruno girls were princesses and the boys were our knights."

"Sounds like a wonderful family fairy tale." Miss Helena commented.

"But princesses can't pick up swords..." Miss Bruno whispered.

"Sophie!" James Bruno glanced at his sister. "Don't do this in front of your guests."

"Speaking of..." Little Holmes asked cheerfully after looking at these portraits carefully, walking up to James Bruno. "I hear you can't beat Miss Bruno, James?"

"That's because I let her go." Little Bruno quickly distinguished. He glanced at the innocent lady witch, and found that she didn't have any special reaction. He didn't know whether to be disappointed or thankful.

"Ha, James, what are you bragging about?" Miss Bruno broke free from her sad emotions. "You let me, ha ha, what a big joke."

"Isn't it? I'm an older brother, how can I not beat you!"

As the culprit who caused the sibling quarrel, little Holmes took a step back and stepped out of the battlefield.

"Are you two still children?" Seeing that the brother and sister were about to pinch each other, a reliable adult, Judge George, stood up. "Don't do this in front of guests..."

"Why don't we fight~" His words were interrupted by a girl's voice.

He turned his head to look at the voice, and saw Miss Witch with a bright smile. She suggested to the Bruno brothers and sisters who were holding hands and comparing their strength with an unusually sweet voice: "Let's fight for real, and I'll be the referee. If you don't know Who is the strongest?"

She glanced at Mr. Judge, who wanted to speak out to stop him, and in order not to dissuade little Bruno, she added another fire.

"Let Eric participate and compete with Mr. Bruno. Actually, I have always wanted to know which one is the half-elf detective or the paladin..."

"A strong man worthy of the admiration of witches."

"You really are..." Eric Holmes, who was suddenly pulled back to the battle, held his forehead.

"That's irresistible, isn't it?" James Bruno ignored Judge George's collapsed expression and grinned. He looked at little Holmes.

"That's really worth fighting for." Miss Bruno looked at the two men and suddenly felt an inexplicable fighting spirit.

"Can you count me in?"

A voice sounded outside the painting hall, but Edgar Bruno was standing outside the door in a suit and leather shoes, looking as if he had just returned from some feasting banquet.

"..." Didn't you say that your elder brother is not at home?Ursula winked furiously at Mademoiselle Bruno.

"Brother, why are you back? Don't you have something to do all day long?" Sophie Bruno was also terrified. She received a hint and hurriedly asked Viscount Bruno.

"Of course it's because I heard the news of Miss Watson's visit on the way." There was some blame in his tone.

"Sophie, there is news about a guest today, how can you not tell brother?"

"Aren't you going to an important party? And we are just a friend's afternoon tea, besides, my friend has nothing to do with you, right?" Miss Bruno took a step forward to block the sight of her eldest brother who was still in Playboy mode, Put it bluntly.

"What could be more important than Miss Watson's visit?" The paladin in the daytime state bypassed his sister, and came to Ursu in a few steps in the collapse of Judge George's expression of who I was and what the hell was going on now. Pull the front.

"As for relationships, we believe there will always be."

Snapped!

Ursula unceremoniously slapped away the hand that was trying to lift her paw in salute.

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, she stroked the silver gemstone on the necklace.

"No, I've already worn a golden chain. As a law enforcement officer in London, you should understand the meaning of this."

"You are not within the scope of my bondage."