Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Because Viscount Edgar Bruno not only poached someone in front of his fiancé, but was also disgusted by the lady involved, which made the scene extremely embarrassing.

No, only Judge George, who has a very high moral bottom line, should be embarrassed. The others are poets, painters, and irrational people and non-humans who think nothing is strange in the art world.

For example, the two younger brothers and sisters in Bruno's family laughed out of embarrassment to their elder brother, while Miss Helena was writing something on a piece of paper she found somewhere, making weird hey sounds from time to time .Miss Rosalie, who couldn't see clearly in the distance for the time being, kept smiling politely. As for the fiancé who was directly ignored...

Little Holmes loosened his tie slightly, and said with a smile: "It seems that I really want to have a good exercise before dinner. Where is the place for our competition?"

"Just the chessboard garden. It was originally used to open up a space for some special activities. There is an enchantment, which can guarantee that it will not affect the world order." James Bruno said.

Hearing this location, Ursula narrowed her eyes, and slightly shook her head at Miss Bruno who was a little disturbed, giving her a reassuring look.

"How do you compare?" Viscount Bruno took off his gloves slowly and put them on the tray sent by the butler. "Two-two duel, and then the final? Or a melee?"

"That's it!" Miss Witch said with a bright smile. "Do you think this is okay?"

In the middle of the vast checkerboard garden, at the junction of four squares, there is a beautifully crafted mahogany gilt high table.The edge of the chessboard is full of people. If you look carefully at the appearance of these people who are not only watching the fun, but also calling for friends, you can find that they are all young guys.

Sure enough, this is a den of paladins!

Ursula looked away from the muscular physiques of these gossip-faced, magical-looking young men who irritated her, and was once again thankful that she hadn't acted rashly.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she gracefully walked to the expensive high table made by famous French masters with her skirt in her hand, and arranged a completely free apple upright.

This much-anticipated red fruit is no longer as full as it was when it was picked last year. You must know that it has been picked in Bruno’s cellar for more than half a year since it was picked last autumn, and it is only now seeing the light of day again.

It was found from the deepest part of the storage room by the butler standing quietly behind the paladin after Ursula said "I need an apple." some distance.Although Ursula was seeing this apple that was still red but had a dull luster, she originally wanted Eric to use the fairy magic to find a way to make this key item more beautiful and more formal, after all, everyone else used it. golden apples.But in order to avoid suspicion, she finally gave up the idea.

Therefore, now this fruit that symbolizes strife, love, wisdom and even taboos in mythology, but not juicy, reappears in this nineteenth-century magical love story (bushi) and becomes the object of competition.

"This battle between light and dark,

the winner is about to get

Not just

only sweet fruit

And Helen..."

Ursula looked helplessly at Miss Helena who was doing the reciting: "Watch the excitement, please don't just add poetry! Also, if my character is Helen, then Eric is not Paris at all. (Prince Troy, the one who met the married Helen because he gave the golden apple to Venus)!"

"Hey, what you said makes sense." Miss Helena crossed out this sentence. "No matter how you look at it, Viscount Bruno is suitable for this role. He is from the Apollo camp and has evil intentions. But you obviously don't want to talk to him. I really used the wrong allusion, so I need to think about it again."

But whose power system is not related to Apollo now, wait a minute, Eric doesn't.Only then did Ursula realize that as a half-elf with an air elemental physique, her father, Mycroft Holmes, was a pure Englishman. No, she remembered that Mr. Holmes’ grandmother was the sister of a famous French painter! So Eric also had, Ursula subconsciously snapped her fingers, one-half of a quarter, that is, one-eighth of French blood?

But it's not true, after all, no one said that Sherlock Holmes' mother was purely British.Ursula, who couldn't understand the chaotic blood relationship in Europe at all, became entangled and decided to give up thinking.

"It's one-eighth."

Little Sherlock Holmes glanced at the girl's hand that had turned into a clasped gesture, and said.

"You guessed it again." Ursula looked up at the young Mr. Detective. "Is your facial expression reasoning skill fully tested by me?"

"Mange, do you mean perfect?" Eric thought about this game term that Ursula blurted out. "Aiming at you, you can almost achieve mind reading skills, but I still need to practice more for outsiders."

Before Ursula could return his words, there was a sound of metal clashing.

Several young men brought some weapons, and Edgar Bruno had already changed out of his outing clothes and put on a suit of light armor.

"This expression..." Miss Helena muttered in a low voice. "It feels normal. The double-faced knight in front of me is smiling like a mask and should be contradictory."

You are indeed a prophet.When Ursula heard this, she couldn't help but look at her more, and Eric also looked at the lady who loves poetry with great interest.

"..." Young Holmes was about to say something.

"Stop." Ursula took him by the arm. "Please don't identify her in advance. Games generally can't be played like this. She just has magical eyes."

"Oh~" Little Holmes dragged his tone, but he was really quiet, and he didn't try to reason and broadcast Miss Helena's whole person.

"Are there any other prizes? Four people are working desperately from four directions just to get a stale apple. It's too boring." The paladin, whose personality has changed after putting on the armor, said calmly.

"really."

Ursula thought for a moment.

"But after all, it's the end of the [-]th century. We can't be too old-fashioned and follow the pattern of who wins love, so let's have a kiss. A kiss of victory is also acceptable in terms of etiquette."

"How?" She looked at James Bruno, who was clearly agitated, Miss Bruno, who was blushing, and the serving paladin, who was completely expressionless, and added another sentence. "The kind with the witch's blessing attribute, not many."

"I don't agree." Mr. Detective, who had been silent all the time, suddenly protested. "If you want to bet on the lottery, you need to be bigger. How about adding a premise, the winner can specify the part of the face or hand to be kissed."

Should Eric be so confident in a legal system?Ursula's black line, she has never seen Eric do it directly, but according to the elf attributes, how can he not be a warrior, at most a mage or an assassin with full agility?

"Okay," Ursula agreed bluntly, raising her glass full of wine. "Start preparing now. When my cup hits the ground, it will be the beginning of your game."

Holding the blood-red wine aloft, Ursula's head was filled with the barrage of wine and military power, and she ran off-line until Miss Helena coughed lightly behind her.Only then did she regain her senses, looked at several gentlemen and a lady who had been riding on horses for some time, happily let go of the wine glass, and then immediately backed away, dodging the splashed glass shards and splashes on the stone floor. drinks.

Helena and Miss Painter didn't understand what she was trying to figure out. Can't you use other loudspeakers?Ursula just smiled and looked at the "people" with keen hearing on the chessboard. The moment the wine glass fell to the ground, she tightened the reins, rushed to the center, and started the game of grabbing apples.

"Well, is there any magic on the chessboard? It feels like..." Miss Rosalie rubbed her eyes and asked. "Although it is blurry, those figures are moving so fast, but they have been moving in place? Is it my illusion?"

"You read that right, have you seen Lewis Carroll's Through the Looking-Glass?" Ursula said after observing for a while.

"I've only seen Wonderland," said Miss Rosalie.

"I've seen it! Are you talking about the chessboard field where Alice kept running?" Miss Helena raised her hand.

"That's right, that's the one. Do you still remember what the Red Queen who was running in the world of the huge chess board said to Alice?" Ursula nodded and asked Miss Helena with a smile.

"In this country, you have to keep running to keep you in place," recalls Helena.

"This sentence comes from the fantasy of fairy tales, because it points out some kind of world law, so it has the magic power of reality. So I guess this is the source of inspiration for the magic circle on this chessboard. Ha, it is really childish." Ursu Ra replied.

"That's right, you are indeed a woodland witch." A strong voice sounded behind them. "64 chess grids, 64 magic scenes, black is night, light color is day. Very interesting, you can experience it when you have time."

"After all, my family has a little princess like Alice, so when designing the knight's practice space, I couldn't help but use the setting of this bedtime story." Said a tall middle-aged gentleman, holding a golden cane in a tartan suit. "The result was unexpectedly successful, and we actually borrowed a ray of power from the world's laws."

Ursula realized at once that this was Count Bruno, superintendent of the World Patrol in London, Miss Bruno's straitlaced father.

Ursula, who did not evolve the ability to read facial expressions to identify personality because of getting along with Holmes day and night, just greeted the earl politely, and then said nothing.

"Your Excellency Witch, you have a very special power." After a moment of silence, it was the old earl who couldn't help but speak first.

"Isn't it special to attract your son and daughter to grab apples for me?" Ursula rolled her eyes inwardly, but on the surface she smiled. "Really? This is really annoying. You know that as a witch, you don't want to deal with the knights under your command. Their antique armor reveals the same evil that killed me."

"This is the first time someone commented on the Knight of Light like this." The old earl was not angry, but laughed instead.

"There will be more in the future. The progress of human thought will judge false justice. Therefore, as a dignitary whose social circle doesn't quite overlap with me, you don't have to be with me just because I drank a handful of spring water blessed by Apollo. It's close." Ursula rarely respects the old and loves the young: "Remind you, my current identity is a detective on the magic side. If you have a happy family and a successful career, you'd better pray that I don't need any trouble for my investigation."

"..." The old earl choked for a moment, but he still maintained his chivalry towards the lady with grace, when a young man came to him with a bunch of documents.

So, the old knight looked at the sons and daughters who were struggling in the chessboard space, and said goodbye to Ursula: "It seems that at my age, I still can't get along with young people, and Sophie can't get along with young people now. don't like to talk to me. Then leave your young people's games alone. Good-bye, Miss Watson."

"Good-bye, my lord." Ursula curtseyed. "Good day."

"You are so impolite." Miss Helena was a little worried. "Anyway, that is an earl."

"But the identity he talked to me just now is from another world. He called me a woodland witch as soon as he came up. I can only talk to him with the same attitude of the magic camp. When you see him, he calls me Miss Watson. , I bid farewell to the count very ladylikely."

Ursula comforted Miss Helena: "Don't look at me like this, I am actually a lord."

"Hey, let's talk about it. Is the classification of alien worlds so interesting? There are also territories?" Helena was very curious.

"If you have time, we have more important things to do now." Ursula saw Eric in the arena choose a long gun as a weapon, and suddenly stabbed deeply in the void that no one outside the arena could see. want to laugh.

"What's the matter? Now?" Miss Helena looked at the enthusiastic crowd watching the battle. To be honest, she was really shocked. The front of the Bruno family's mansion was empty and quiet, not even a few servants were seen. , but all of a sudden there are so many young and strong guys coming out of nowhere.

"Of course it is now. I paid such a high price to attract these paladins hidden in other places to watch the fun. How can I not make good use of it." Ursula's golden eyes lit up.

Judge George looked around as if feeling something, and saw the three young girls watching the scene seriously, and chatting with each other from time to time. The black-haired golden-eyed lady witch in the middle still had an extremely relaxed smile on her face.

He sighed deeply, turned his head and stopped looking, and didn't find the glass residue of the broken wine glass still on the ground, although the sunlight was still shining brightly in place.But the dark traces of wine on the slate were gone, leaving only the clean gray granite surface, and the three girls standing behind it began to repeat the conversation process.