Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril stared at the other party's eyes that burst out with a strange light, and was so stimulated by the tone with a strange aura that he dared not make a sound for a long time.

"Huh?" Sherlock snorted through his nose, pursed the corners of his mouth, and stared at him with gray-blue eyes, as if Cyril was the criminal evidence in the other party's hands, and it was worthy of being studied carefully. Not alone.

"Okay..." Cyril replied tremblingly.

Sherlock seemed to know it already, clasped his hands together, and bared a mouthful of small white teeth.A few locks of brown curly hair playfully escaped from under the deer hat, flying to both sides, cute and playful.

"Perfect. Are you still looking for something on the block? If not we're going to the next location now."

Terrible!It is hard to imagine that this child who looks like an angel baby in front of him is the one who broke into the house through the window just now and attracted three fire trucks.

I really don't know how many disasters he has been in. I hope his family can still protect him.

For a moment, all kinds of complaints flew through Cyril's brain like a bullet screen, screaming and eyelids lowered, but everything seemed normal on the surface, and even took out his own game-specific map from his pocket. Shaked.

"...Let me take a look? Wait a moment." Cyril poked a little.

"Five have been found." Dian Dian answered mechanically and mechanically.

"I think there should be at least 4 or 5 more." Cyril looked at the little friend sincerely.

"...What are you looking for?"

Sherlock put away his smile, obviously very dissatisfied that they couldn't set off to the next destination immediately, and even seemed a little impatient.

It's amazing how fast it changes!

"Some miraculous phenomena, and the little creatures that cause them." Cyril explained to his little friend while trying not to expose the magic world.

"A miraculous phenomenon?..." Sherlock seemed to really start thinking, put his hands together, lowered his head slightly, and put his fingertips on the tip of his nose.

"Hmm."

"Ms. Henderson's basement always has strange noises, but I can't find the reason, and she said it's definitely not a mouse. Sometimes it howls, but I think it's an illusion..." Sherlock's voice was not loud, and he spoke extremely fast say.

"That's right! That's... a ghoul!" Cyril suppressed the last two words in his throat, but in fact Sherlock didn't care what he said at all, and was still thinking.

Dian Dian's belly lighted up, showing "plus 25".

"That's okay too???" Cyril asked in a low voice in surprise, this kind of people who didn't meet face to face counted? ? ?

"Of course, you were less than 5 meters away from it just now, and then you recognized it belatedly!" Diandian replied in a low voice with a straight face.

"Then according to what you said, I can stand on Target Street and recite the Encyclopedia of Magical Creatures to you in the future?"

"Is your point system for the competition stupid?" Diandian said with a sideways look at him.

"There are a group of strange stray dogs on Baker Street. Every day, one of them is sent to squat in front of the Chinese restaurant at noon, waiting for the restaurant owner to feed it. The breed of the dog is different every time, but the eyes are very special - blue .I suspect a bunch of stray dogs with strange pedigree, and specially trained. Because they walk, squat and eat in the same way... If it weren't for Mrs. Henderson's case is very interesting, I really don't mind Go research London's stray dog ​​faction..."

Cyril and Diandian exchanged a tacit glance, and the former whispered: "Phantom beasts, they can change the image of any animal, but they can't change the color of the pupils or the posture of the body."

Dot Belly glows again - "Plus 65".

A sure-fire expression flashed across Cyril's face: "It seems to be the Chinese restaurant we just passed by."

"What else is there?" Cyril blinked his big eyes and looked at the god teammate beside him curiously.

"Mrs. Henderson has new curtains."

"Uh... eh?"

Sherlock looked over in disgust, his gray-blue eyes were almost slits, and his face was full of expressions of "your IQ hurt me".

"Is there anything wrong with changing the curtains?" Cyril asked patiently and kindly.

"Mrs. Henderson sends the drapes to the dry cleaner around the corner every month, and she rotates in a different set of the same drapes in a different shade, but it's the middle of the month."

"Maybe it was accidentally dirty, spilled a cup of coffee or something... who can say for sure?" Cyril shrugged nonchalantly.

"I heard her complain to the clerk at the dry cleaner yesterday. She felt that the pattern of her curtains had become ugly, and she couldn't tell the specifics. Anyway, it looked awkward..." Sherlock raised his chin, and rubbed his fingertips back and forth gently He lowered his jaw and looked away.

"Woven bird!" Cyril's brain was running fast, and he yelled out when he was excited.

"what is that?"

"A rare bird. Their feathers have a strong imitation function. They are gray in themselves, but they are good at absorbing the patterns and colors of the surrounding fabrics to decorate themselves."

Cyril explained it very generously, and he expected that Sherlock would not be able to find the Ragweed Bird either.

Little humming: "Add 55 points, this is the eighth."

"Wovenbird...whatever! So there's one or two more?"

Sherlock was obviously not very interested in any birds, he just said what he said, just quickly find all the strange things around him.

"Yeah, yes. So it's up to you, brother." Cyril patted the other party's shoulder boldly.

"I'm not your brother, you are at most my assistant now. And..." Sherlock wrinkled his handsome little nose.

"Okay." Cyril smiled decently, and stopped the conversation kindly. He had a premonition that he didn't want to hear the words after "and".

"My brain can't function, I need something stimulating and refreshing..." Sherlock narrowed his eyes and pondered for a while, and said vaguely.

"What do you want? Ice cream? I can get it for you."

"Crying brats like this kind of sweet and greasy stuff, actually I've always wanted to try nicotine..."

"Don't even think about it!" Cyril immediately interrupted the brat.

"..." Sherlock looked over directly, and his face was neither unhappy after being interrupted nor angry when he was rejected. It seemed that he was seriously thinking about why the other party didn't let him try.

"It's useless to look at me like that, and I'm not an adult either. I can order you a cup of coffee at most, a pure American style with no milk and no sugar." Cyril looked at him disdainfully, and said viciously and viciously.

Sherlock seemed to have finally made a decision, nodded wearily, and said in a drawn-out tone: "That's good. Please hurry up."

Watching Cyril running away with gray blue eyes, he narrowed his eyes slowly.

Here, the "errand boy" - Cyril, was almost moved to cry when he arrived at the coffee shop.

Look what is this? !

Sherlock is indeed a lucky star!

There is a cat and raccoon sitting on the counter, and a swallow-tailed dog lying on the ground!

Almost effortlessly, Cyril immediately heard the prompt: "All the mission objectives in this block have been completed! The next target area - Kensington Palace Gardens. I wish you the best of luck!".

Probably because he could finally get out of here, without having to look through the windows, light the fire, dig into the trash can... He didn't even care about sitting on his shoulders when he forgot to cast the ignore spell.

Hogwarts immediately burst into warm applause.Because the other four players were still staying at the first destination, and the representative of Hogwarts on the main battlefield had already completed the task first.

When two half-grown teenagers appeared near Kensington Palace Gardens in a taxi, Sherlock suddenly asked the driver to stop.

"The map shows that there is still a street away, why don't you just drive there?" Cyril was very puzzled when he climbed out of the car.

"Don't ask questions, keep up." Sherlock threw the finished coffee paper cup into the trash can and walked straight forward.

The pair stopped at a tailor shop, where couture suits were displayed in a display case, with gold-plated signs saying "from 1880, heirloom" and all that.

Sherlock pushed the door open.

The inside looks very big, there are no piles of fabrics and sewing tools in Mrs. Magic Gold's shop, only a few tables and chairs, dewy roses and some picture albums.There are very few exhibits in the cabinets on the wall, but it looks very stylish anyway.

A well-dressed middle-aged man with a mustache and hairline reaching the back of his head stood at the innermost counter, looking very happy to see two teenagers coming in.

"Master Holmes and this young master, good day. I thought you weren't going to fetch the luncheon suit!"

"Bendy, good morning, please hurry up and make him a decent dress, and he will go with me." Sherlock pushed Cyril directly to Bendy, sat down familiarly, and took out his clothes from his pocket. I took out a piece of paper and began to read it carefully.

Cyril and Bandy looked at each other and had to say hello: "Hi, hello."

"Oh, hello! I don't know how to call the young master... You can call me Bendi, it seems that we have to hurry up, we can only process it with semi-finished products..."

Bendy muttered, but his hands were not idle at all. He took out the tape measure and quickly measured it. Holding the written note, he took Cyril directly to the back...

When Cyril and Sherlock, freshly baked and wearing classic three-piece suits, stood side by side at the gate of Kensington Palace Gardens, less than half an hour had passed.

Although it was very confusing to change clothes in the middle of the game, he and Diandian found a sewing bird in Bendy's workshop when they were trying on clothes.

It was a little guy with ordinary looks but amazing abilities-a good partner of the wizard tailor.

Bandy said it was a birthday present from his father, and it is a bird that can live long and bring good luck.Having it on your own always makes for better looking clothes.And his father got it from a mysterious friend.It is said that his father did the other party a small favor, and the tailor bird was a thank you gift.

Cyril had no time to guess whether the mysterious gentleman was a wizard or not.Although 80.00% must be.

At this moment, he followed Sherlock through the gardens of this world-famous mansion in Kensington Palace Gardens.A garden party is being held here, and it is said that it is the birthday of the son of the owner of the mansion.

And just now, a few minutes ago, Sherlock suddenly pushed him behind an old couple who just got out of the car, and then he started chatting with each other familiarly.

The guard regarded them as a family and let them in directly...

"So what are we going to do now?" Cyril stood in front of the self-service snack table, picked up a macaron and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation. He had consumed too much this morning.

Holding a glass of cranberry juice, Sherlock scanned the crowd coming and going, took a sip, and said, "Wait."

Cyril looked back at the boy who was urging Bendy to make clothes quickly just now, but now he seemed not in a hurry, shaking the juice in his hand with a glass of red wine, and wanted to hit someone.

I don't know if the other players have already completed the task...