Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Even in the [-]th century, the star tables of ancient Greece were still running on the black wings of Nyx. The huge scorpion opened the night, stretched out a pair of shining front pincers, and held up the fair.

If people in London at this time, like Dr. Watson, raise their heads and look up at the starry sky above the mist, they can see the green star that forms a diamond-shaped diamond with the spring triangle representing the coming of summer quietly appearing. These bright spots are the other main stars of the Libra constellation that are usually invisible to the naked eye.

It's a pity that for the people of London who have just experienced the [-]-day foggy winter, the act of looking up at the starry sky has long been thrown away from the memory of the body.

A garishly decorated, gypsy-style mobile divination carriage stopped at the corner of the street.It just opened for business, after a beautiful lady got out of the car worriedly holding a card.A skylight was suddenly opened on the roof of the carriage, and a girl with unruly curly hair poked her head out.

"Ha, what a big deal." She said cheerfully in a tone of gloating over someone else's misfortune. "It seems that our London will usher in a new Orderer."

Tonight, human London still ushers in the peaceful darkness that is good for sleep, while their London has dazzling starlight and restless carnival.

Under the starlight that disturbed the magical side of the city, a small scale was suspended on the chessboard in the rabbit hole, and the silver-eyed Mr. Detective took off his top hat and turned a flower in his hand.

"Now please explain to the law, Mr. Paladin who claims to maintain order."

From the time he threw the scales to attract the starlight, Ursula's eyes never left Holmes. She watched the whole set of operations silently, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion, what arrogance this is.

This is not the Irish countryside, where the stars flash like disco balls under the nonsense of goblins, mages and warlocks and all kinds of strange operations, and a few shooting stars will come every now and then.

"What do you mean?" Mr. Paladin also felt the turmoil in the world in London, his stern face had deep wrinkles on his forehead.

"I just advertised by the way, to let everyone know that my detective agency is officially open." Little Holmes was suddenly obsessed with playing tricks on his hat. He twirled the new wide-brimmed top hat in a way that was absolutely unspeakable. The other party smiled calmly.

It's a pity that this is not the only thing that makes the paladin feel uncomfortable. The lady witch, who he thinks is treated differently, laughed very happily at this, and even took the initiative to get close to the bastard who tried to compete with him for the right to order the world in the world. The volume of whispering praises each other.

"Nice job!"

Little Holmes stopped what he was doing, and put his hat on Ursula's head. "So, do you like me a little bit?"

"...before you put the hat on my head." Ursula held the brim of the hat and smiled, but even if she said that, she didn't mean to take the hat off at all.Because she could feel that on top of her head, there was a heavy, bulging thing blocked by the hat. If she guessed correctly, it was...

"You can't do this!" The Countess understood the meaning of the scale and took a few steps forward. "We who punish sinners have done nothing wrong."

"Mother, please don't talk to it casually." The paladin stopped.

The side of the scale facing them was missing a yard and tilted up.

"What are you all for?" James Bruno stared at the operation of the scale, and found that whenever his mother and brother talked, the weight would decrease, and he couldn't help it.As a competent son, a gentleman naturally couldn't get angry at his mother, but his elder brother, who had always had complicated feelings, could accept his suppressed emotions.

"Edgar, do you really think that we, as so-called law enforcers, can satisfy our selfish desires in the name of punishment?"

"Of course I don't think so. But James, this is for the benefit of the family." Edgar Bruno said, looking at his younger brother.

"Aren't you still clamoring that girls can't join the Cavaliers? It's the family's interest for Sophie to become stronger."

"You are not qualified to know these things." The elder brother said indifferently.

"Ha!" James Bruno laughed angrily. "I've always felt that I'm luckier than Sophie as a boy, but I'm just a little better than her, right. In fact, only the eldest son is eligible? Being the second son is inherently inferior."

"James!" cried the countess. "It's not like that, don't think so."

"I thought it was a fight scene," Ursula commented. "I didn't expect it to be a family ethics drama, patriarchal, and the sorrow of the youngest son. It has all the elements."

"Indeed." Miss Helena nodded, she couldn't help but rejoice that although her family was also aristocratic, she was an only child and didn't have to get involved in such troubles.

"The Queen of Hearts." Little Holmes lazily spoke when the family was about to quarrel on their own.

"You want her to be the Queen of Hearts, don't you?"

"What do you mean?" James Bruno turned his head sharply. "The Queen of Hearts?

"Aren't there just a few queens on the chessboard we are on?" Eric knocked on a chess piece sculpture beside him. "Miss Bruno, whom James calls the Queen of Hearts, is well suited to stand there and fill that void."

Sophie Bruno opened her mouth slightly, and only then did she realize that there was actually a pawn missing on the chessboard, and there seemed to be no white queen on the ground.

"The human game is really interesting. The queen role in chess is not so powerful at the beginning, but it gradually becomes omnipotent when women are gradually declining in history." He sarcastically said. "The complete opposite process."

"Since you are bathed in light, who does the black side represent? Is it your enemy?" Eric looked curiously at the black pawn under the shadow of the golden tree. "In this era, there are still absolute enemies of paladins?"

The Miss Witch was shocked, and she was full of vigilance against Edgar Bruno again.

"Is this the so-called family secret?" James Bruno laughed. He called himself a smart man, but he was not wrong.After Eric's reasoning, the paladin reserve quickly realized the meaning of the two chessboards at home.

"Didn't you think that our simulated card games are just beginners? It turns out that to become an official paladin representative is to become a member of the chessboard." James Bruno took a deep breath and showed an ugly smile.

"Look, Sophie. Your dreams are still achievable, and now suddenly they need you."

"But I don't care anymore." Miss Bruno said angrily, this time she didn't shed tears.

"What are you kidding, if you need me to join, join, if you don't need me, don't allow me to join. I have independent thinking, not a pawn on the chessboard for you to fiddle with."

"Interesting, isn't it?" Adonis paced around to them, talking to Ursula quite naturally.

"You mean family strife?" Ursula raised an eyebrow.

"No, what's the point of this kind of thing, I mean the chessboard." He smiled super happily. "Think about it. It can illuminate all the suns and simulate the chessboard of the enemy and us. When the powerful queen can walk on the chessboard at will, there will be no secrets in London."

"What a wonderful world."

"It's better to have a little secret. After all, they are human beings, not gods. No, even the gods in this world have selfish intentions. It's better for the sun to be a simple sun." Miss Witch retorted unceremoniously, and then she Suddenly alert.

"What are you doing here?"

"Farewell, of course." Adonis shrugged. "Mr. Holmes has made such a big show, which has attracted the attention of all walks of life in London. Now I have to leave early. High-profile is not my style."

"I'm sorry, you can't leave for the time being." Little Holmes looked at everyone under the constraints of the scales, and couldn't help telling the truth, and the weights on the two trays were getting more and more.

"I'm going to arrest you next, in the name of inducing a crime."

"What are you talking about? I'm just a little tree grower. Besides, the paladin family, the only prison in London that detains people from other worlds, has participated in the crime. How can you arrest my insignificant little assistant?" He smiled smugly. "Scotland Yard in reality? Sorry, there must be human evidence."

"Crack."

Ursula suddenly took out a square box from the interspatial pocket, and pressed it on Adonis.

"Ok?"

"Don't be nervous, just take a photo." She shook the portable film camera that was just invented in this era.

"For missing me?" Adonis asked with a smile.

"In order to report that you stole my jewelry." Ursula stuffed the camera into the space bag when the other party was embarrassed, and stepped aside to prevent the other party from grabbing the camera.

"The crime of theft can always let you in, let alone expensive jewelry. Wait for the wanted! Pervert!" She made a face.

Adonis touched his pocket, and a large gemstone chain was stuffed into his pocket at some point.

"Crack clap."

Ursula hid behind Eric and added a few more pictures of him holding the gem.

"What about you? Mr. Holmes, are you planning to arrest me in this little girl's way?" he asked, turning to the detective.

"I think it's pretty good, and please don't worry about it. Regarding the official prison, I think Avalon will respond. After all, letting dangerous people like you go outside and spreading magic to humans can be achieved. The strange idea of ​​wishing will bring trouble to the island." Mr. Detective smiled.

"Really? But it's a pity, this time, His Excellency the Viscount will protect me, so as to keep the family scandal from getting out." Adonis was stunned for a moment, but immediately laughed.

As soon as he said this, he suddenly raised his head.

"Ha, the apples are ripe."

Ursula immediately looked at the golden tree, and sure enough, the golden apples detached from the branches and fell.

"Quick! Edgar! Apple!" Even when the countess was arguing with the child, she kept paying attention to the apple from time to time, so she noticed it immediately and screamed regardless of her appearance.

The paladin received orders from his mother and rushed towards the direction where the apple fell, and caught the golden fruit that was about to fall at the critical moment.

Edgar Bruno looked at this symbol of power and evil with complicated emotions, and turned to look at everyone.

His mother looked agitated, his younger siblings were full of anger, and little Holmes didn't respond at all. The other party seemed neither to grab the apple nor to continue to condemn him.

And what about Miss Witch?

She, took off the men's top hat, took out something from it, and took a bite.

"Sweet," said Ursula.