Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Professor Green looked at Professor Watson with an extremely inconceivable gaze. To the quietly watching Dr. Watson, the other's expression seemed to have been punched.

"How could you not be tempted?" He murmured, "I thought you would understand me..."

"And Mr. Holmes, you should understand! You are so obsessed with all kinds of puzzles, can't you not be tempted? With the power, we can explore the truth of the world!"

"Sorry, I prefer to use my own power to solve puzzles." Mr. Holmes lowered his face: "And for this kind of thing, I have always had a principle, whether it is in the scientific or non-scientific field, human The boundaries of moral standards are insurmountable, but your steps have surpassed the boundaries of secular ethics too much."

"So are you going to arrest me?" Professor Green took a deep breath and calmed down when he saw that everyone present was standing opposite him. Evidence, and you can't see the evidence."

"Just like this blue moon now, you don't understand its meaning at all. Ha, even if you understand it, you can only watch it. It is the power of another world! Even if I am missing, this world will not be able to understand it from today. will change, and you, Mr Holmes, cannot prevent it."

He lowered his head and said to himself: "Sooner or later, you will also want to join us because of your powerlessness."

"red."

Mr. Holmes ignored his soliloquy, which was just to comfort himself, and suddenly burst into this endless sentence.

"What red?" asked Dr. Watson.

"Look, the moon has turned red." The answer was that Professor Watson reacted much faster than his cousin. He had been looking at the moon from time to time to confirm the change.

"It looks like the blue moon is stained with blood..." Mrs. Watson lowered her eyelids and said softly.

The blue light was swallowed by blood.

Liquid gushed out from where the dagger had been inserted, ran down the hilt, and slipped from between Ursula's fingers.

"Is this what you usually say about killing your husband?" Eric suddenly became sober in this situation.

"Shut up!" Ursula glared at little Holmes angrily, and then pulled out the dagger mercilessly.

Under the muffled grunt of the young detective who had recovered his memory, he shook his hand in extreme disgust, shaking off the blue liquid stained on his hand.

"You... what are you doing!" Umber was stunned when Ursula appeared against the dazzling sun, and then all the developments happened before he could figure out what the two of them were saying. My brother was stabbed in the heart by his fiancee.

"Ai Rui...cough cough, young master, are you okay!" He trotted over, followed by a group of female pirates watching the excitement.

When he was about to touch the half-elf who was kneeling on the ground after the dagger was pulled out.

Miss Witch moved.

She snapped her fingers, a snap that wasn't brittle or snappy at all.

This was also extremely difficult. Ursula practiced in this space for several days before she could make a good start.

The snapping of fingers did not attract everyone's attention, but it made most of them unable to move, including Lisbon, who was suppressed just after borrowing strength.

"Can you tell me your real name?" Ursula ignored the group of grinning pirates and Mr. Lisbon, who had a distorted expression because of the failure of the mission, and gently held Mr. Detective's face.

"I'm Osiris." Eric replied, covering his heart. Although under the protection of divine power, the wound was not fatal, but the power of the oak dagger specially made by Ursula reacted to the power of the Egyptian god. At the same time, he was scorched by the poisonous fire ignited in his body like a La who had been poisoned by a snake.

"No." Ursula concentrated on playing the role of claiming her real name.

The god Ra lost his supremacy due to the poison of Isis, and gave her control of his real name.

Ursula also plans to do the same. Compared with Eric's twists and turns, her plan can be said to be very rough. The other party has power that should not exist in the world, so she can seize it by herself, and then pass It doesn't matter that I and the laurel crown that shouldn't exist are consumed and transformed.

Why does she feel like a converter, Miss Witch's face is serious, and she has long complained in her heart.When she crafted the dagger, she specially selected the wood of the oak tree that she personally spawned, and carved it full of fruit-bearing mistletoe patterns.

The oak tree is the most sacred existence in Celtic mythology, followed by the yew tree, because of its hugeness and longevity, so in the mythological world, the oak tree is closely related to the gods.

There is such a song in the myth that Ursula has read expresses the magical power of the oak tree:

[Between two lakes grows an oak tree,

The sky and the valley were deep and dark.

If I am not mistaken,

It's all because of Ley's flowers,

The oak grows on the high plains,

The rain cannot get wet,

The heat cannot melt;

It supports a person with ninefold attributes.

At the top of it stands Ley Law Giffes.

——"Mabinogion"]

It is about Rye, the Welsh god of light, who perched on an oak tree when he was dying, and then escaped from birth.

Therefore, in this context, the oak tree is not only harmless to the druids and elves under the pure Celtic mythology system, but even has healing effects.

The sacred oak tree can't kill a half-elf, and the healing mistletoe magic pattern with the moon attribute strengthens Eric's own attributes, allowing the residual divine power of the old age and the power of the elves still active in the world A chemical reaction occurs.

Miss Witch, who had no "sympathy" at all, ignored the half-elf's painful expression, still holding the other's face, and asked forcefully, "Tell me your name."

"Then I might be Hermes, Hermes Trismegistus. It's Thoth, the incarnation of the moon." Eric tried his best to smile and said while speaking, he There was even time to turn around to look at the expression of Lisbon, who was pinned down on the river beach by Ursula, who could already control half the space.

Sure enough, as he expected, when the Egyptian god known as the triple great Hermes was mentioned, the other party's expression changed obviously.

Then, his chin was roughly pinched by Miss Witch, and he was single-handedly controlled by his fiancée in the attitude of a molested woman from a good family.

"No, I'm sure you're not." Ursula bluntly drew the other's attention back.

"I advise you to speak quickly, because I'm impatient," she warned.

"Okay, my dear lady, I'm Eric Holmes." The half-elf felt the girl's anger, and finally regained his composure, and answered the question seriously.

"A half-blood elf favored by Avalon, a detective from another world in London, and..." He smiled softly: "Ursula Watson's admirer, and the only lover in the future, present, and past."

"..." She felt that the last sentence was unnecessary, really unnecessary.

"A half-elf who received the power of Osiris." The sun wheel on Ursula's head became more dazzling as Eric denied his identity as a god, and she could feel the power from the sun god gathering on the laurel crown. "I have received the power."

It's like a mini sun!Ursula tried hard to control herself not to think about super-age knowledge such as nuclear fusion and reactors. She squinted her eyes and glanced at Eric, then let go of her hand and signaled him to stand up.

Mr. Detective, who has returned to his normal half-elf physique, doesn't need to feel sorry for him. The oak tree can only make him healthier, and the incision is almost healed.

Ursula let go of some space suppression.

"You two! That gentleman will not let you go!" Lisbon shouted, and he could feel the power he had just gained being sucked away by the girl.

"Speaking of which, how on earth did you come back to life?" Ursula wobbled up against the growing sun and walked up to him, looking down.

He was simply the captain of the transportation brigade, and the only two times she had gained extra strength were when dealing with him.The last time she passed the magic maturity stage directly, this time, although the little sun will not stay on her in the end, the laurel crown was obviously washed by the sun's divine power and shone brightly, which can be regarded as a benefit.

The other party shut his mouth all of a sudden.

"Who is that gentleman, Adonis?"

Lisbon snorted.

"Oh isn't it? Could it be..." Ursula suddenly had a new idea: "Could it be Moriarty!"

"!"

"I guessed right." Ursula stared at the other's terrified expression, and was terrified too.

"I was just joking!" She turned her head and winked at Eric, who was touching his heart.

"Don't be afraid, Sherlock said that he is sure that the other party is dead. So even if the other party is resurrected, he must not be the same person as before." The young detective glanced at the pirates behind him who were listening to gossip, and whispered.

"Maybe it's just a code name." Then he suddenly raised his voice, and said to the pirates with a half-turned body: "For Aliens, what identity is better than replacing a criminal world whose life and death are unknown, and no body was found because he fell into a waterfall?" The king, although Moriarty is very dark, he has a great influence on human society in Britain and even other countries. He is an important role in the world. I think that if his name can be used, outsiders in the world can definitely Let the law recognize its own existence."

"Gentlemen, what do you think?" Eric said with a smile, "This is the reward I want to offer you, a human being who came back from the dead."

"It's also the person who I think is most likely to be an alien. You should have heard of it, the famous mentor of the dark side of mankind-James Moriarty."

Ursula opened her mouth slightly, wait a minute, you seem to be trying to frame that pervert Adonis, right?