[Comprehensive British and American] The world painting style is not right

"Carol Ann." Sherlock's deep voice fell gently in the tranquility, like a ripple on the calm water.

"Sherlock?" Carol blinked her eyes and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"Before going to the wolf clan, I think you need to explain something." Sherlock straightened his back, leaned back on the chair, clasped his hands, and tapped his fingertips.

"I..." Carol knew that Sherlock would ask her one day, but it was so sudden that she didn't know how to answer for a while.

Carol ran her fingers along the sides of the glass to hide her nervousness, but of course it didn't help.She thought for a while, looked directly into Sherlock's eyes, and said seriously, "I came to Lonely Mountain for a reason."

"Huh?" Sherlock turned sideways, waiting patiently for her answer.

Carol took a deep breath before asking word by word, "I have to subdue the dragon in the Lonely Mountain Cave, can you help me?"

Sherlock stroked his chin and said after thinking, "Go on."

"Help me do this, and I'll explain everything to you when it's over." Carol watched Sherlock with some unease, wondering if he would agree.

"This deal doesn't seem to benefit me at all." Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

"Sherlock, if this task can't be completed, I might..." Carol's heart sank, and she stopped and said, "I'll never see you again."

After saying this, Carol realized how flustered she was just now, and almost confessed everything by accident.

An imperceptible light flashed in Sherlock's eyes, as if he had caught the truth in a cloud of mist, and he had obtained the desired result.

Carol couldn't figure out Sherlock, he opened his mouth slightly, and she was extremely worried at the moment whether the words she spit out in the next second might be the secret she had concealed for a long time.

"You've got to tell me first," said Sherlock, slowly and anxiously, "what good can I do?"

ah?Carol was stunned, Sherlock's thinking was indeed different from that of ordinary people.This narcissistic stinky person is actually asking for favors from her?

"I didn't think about it." Carol could only tell the truth, "After the matter is reached, I will listen to you."

"You listen to me?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

sky!Carol was stunned by her own stupidity. In order to complete the task, she was selling her soul to the devil.She quickly pointed at Sherlock, and added, "Of course, no excessive demands are allowed!"

"Just do as you say." Sherlock nodded.

Carol showed a delighted smile, achieving the goal so easily.She couldn't help being a little complacent, even Sherlock was tricked into boarding a pirate ship by her.

Of course, Carol didn't see Sherlock's flashing smile now.

"This bed is mine tonight." Sherlock didn't give Carol any room to bargain, he got up and walked to the edge of the bed.

Just as Carol came back to her senses, she followed the sound and found that Sherlock was actually taking off his windbreaker.He noticed Carol's gaze, and said softly, "Do you want to continue watching?"

These words immediately woke up Carol, she quickly covered her eyes, turned around, and said obsequiously, "Sleep well, I'll sleep enough in the afternoon when I'm young."

Sherlock chuckled, and Carol suddenly felt something fall on her head, blocking her view.She tore it off, it was a thin quilt.

Just when she was curious, a sentence came from behind, "I told Amy that it was too cold, and she gave me an extra one. You can make do with a chair for the night."

Carol: ...

Forbearance is calm for a while, who made her ask for others?

Carol didn't want to sleep yet, she ate as soon as she woke up, and went to sleep as soon as she finished eating, which was obviously not her style.She is a positive, hard-working person!

Carol hugged the quilt in her arms, and a cool breeze blew in from the window, and the air in the room was also slightly cool.She touched the teapot on the table, it was already cold.

In order to work hard to complete tomorrow's tasks and prevent herself from catching a cold, Carol could only cover herself with a quilt, leaned back in the chair, stared at the ceiling with wide eyes, and began to think about Smaug.

It didn't take long before Carol fell asleep again.

The next morning, when Carol woke up, she found that instead of the hard back of the chair, she was lying on the bed.

When she looked around, she couldn't find Sherlock again.She locked the door, changed her clothes, and packed the bed and luggage.

As soon as Carol opened the door, she saw Sherlock standing at the door.The morning air was damp, and the sun hit his face, "It looks like you slept well, I didn't expect you to sleep all day."

Carol ignored Sherlock's ridicule, her hair was tied up high, she turned around and threw it on Sherlock's body, "Don't worry, we have to go to Lonely Mountain."

Carol stepped on the wooden floor very lightly, fearing that it might be damaged.Sherlock followed her, walking slowly.

They went downstairs together, and Amy smiled at them, "Good morning, Mr. Strange, Mrs. Strange."

"Good morning, Amy." Carol and Sherlock said in unison.

Amy burst out laughing, "You really have a tacit understanding."

Amy's words stunned the two of them. Carol wanted to continue to say something, but all the words were blocked in her throat.

Sherlock put his arms around Carol's stiff body and smiled, "We've always had a tacit understanding, haven't we, Carol?"

Carol also managed to force out a smile, "Yes."

"Model Husband" Sherlock helped Carol pull out the chair, helped her to sit down, and then sat next to her.Sherlock handed the bread to Carol, and Carol poured water and put it in front of Sherlock, and the two of them moved in one go.

Carol took the bread and began to bite, Sherlock took a sip from the water glass, and then the two quickly finished their breakfast, and they seemed to have a perfect understanding.

After eating, Sherlock mentioned Carol's little burden, thanked Amy, and told her that they were going to be on their way now, and hoped to meet again if they had the opportunity.

Amy wished them to be in love forever, Sherlock readily accepted the blessing, and left Amy's house with Carol.

They were walking on the street, and the lone mountain in the distance stood there, overlooking the entire Hegu Town from a high position. The top of the mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist, as if there was some secret waiting for them.

Sherlock dragged Carol into a remote alley, where someone happened to hang freshly washed clothes.Under the cover of the clothes, Sherlock drew a circle, and they arrived in front of a stone wall in an instant.

"This giant dragon must be with its pile of gold now, and it is extremely cunning." Carol looked at the hard and cold stone wall, and her heart began to beat. This adventure is really dangerous.

"Sherlock, in case you die with me..." Carol looked at him pitifully. The process of taming Smaug must be very difficult, and she couldn't guarantee whether she would be able to resurrect after being burned to death.

Although she has the ability of self-healing, the price of this kind of experiment is too heavy to be burned by Smaug, what if she really dies if she is not careful?

"Remember that time in Titanic?" Sherlock turned his head, looked into Carol's eyes, and chuckled, "You also said that you would die."

"But we've lived so far, and I seem to be quite lucky." Carol's eyes lit up. Why is she always facing every challenge so pessimistically?

"Yeah." Sherlock nodded, "You are my mascot, Carol Ann."

Carol showed a bright smile, and began to think seriously about the way to tame Smaug, "We still have to tame Smaug before Watson arrives, I don't want to see them in danger."

"The taming you mean..." Sherlock thought for a while, "Under what circumstances can it be tamed?"

Carol pursed her lips and thought for a while before she spoke, "I think taming will succeed when Smaug is extremely weak or has no power to fight back."

"To make a dragon defenseless." Sherlock sighed, "It's really too difficult for you."

Carol: ...

Sherlock really sees every opportunity, and doesn't miss any chance to taunt her.However, Carol, who is relentless, has long been used to it. She talked to Sherlock about the route to Smaug's residence.

"Smaug is hidden in the deepest cellar of the dwarven palace. We can't go directly to that cellar." Carol said, "It's better to go to the outer ring of the cellar first. The teleportation location depends entirely on your ability, Sherlock."

"I know you're terrible at apparating," Sherlock continued, following on from Carol. "You fell from the ceiling when we first met."

"Yes, yes, Sherlock is the best mage I have ever seen." Carol tilted her head and smiled, "The great Sherlock Holmes, can you open the door for me?"

Although these words were useful to Sherlock, he got goose bumps all over his body.Because Carol's tone of praise is always so weird every time.

Sherlock didn't continue talking with her, but turned around and drew a door with a hanging ring. It was pitch black inside, so quiet that the sound of a needle falling could be heard.

"Be careful." Sherlock suddenly became very gentle, and then gently held Carol's hand.

Carol also knew that the road ahead would be difficult and unpredictable, so she gripped back hard, feeling the warmth from Sherlock's palm, and the warmth flowed all over her body.She smiled, and followed Sherlock into the unknown with confidence.

The entire palace seemed empty due to the fact that no one lived there all the year round. The air here seemed to be icy cold, but not far away, there was a group of light shining at the entrance of the cave.

They looked at each other, didn't speak, just nodded to know each other's thoughts.

Sherlock squeezed Carol's hand, signaling her to move forward, he started to take a step, and Carol followed behind him.The two walked towards the place where the light was shining in a tacit understanding.

The further you go in, the higher the temperature becomes, and the light becomes more and more obvious.That fiery red light is the flame in the belly of the dragon Smaug.

They clinging to the edge of the cellar door, the dragon, who had been in silence for a long time, heard the footsteps that did not belong here.

There was a deep and heavy gasp, and its voice sounded a little angry, "It seems that a guest has come?"