Chapter 411 The Bad Detective
Eagle Point Village, Muwan County. 7:00 PM.
The sun had already set outside the window, and the icy storm that accompanied the arrival of the Wild Hunt had also swept in.
At Haena's house, the family gathered in the burning blacksmith's shop. The fire, lit by the fire spirit, dispelled the cold, and everyone gathered together, surrounding the short little Sherlock.
"—try it, Arthur. There's a bit of your own hard work in this, too."
Master Magnet Hammer handed the cane to Sherlock encouragingly.
Sherlock was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening. He had almost forgotten that the pseudonym he used in Eagle Point Village was Arthur Conan Doyle.
He looked down at it—it was an inconspicuous black cane. It looked like a burnt tree, with a few sparks in the darkness.
Little Sherlock slowly took the cane with both hands and put it on the ground.
The cane was even taller than he was, so he had to raise his hand hard to barely grasp the handle.
But as Sherlock pulled down hard, he saw the cane spiraling in section by section and falling down.
——Even with the current size of children, it can be used normally.
Sherlock aimed it at the air and swung it hard—
The staff unfolded like the spine of a wild animal, transforming into a whip of blades. Countless sharp, cold blades reminded one of a coiled snake.
He twisted the handle slightly, and it snapped back into a cane.
Sherlock pointed his cane at the air and swung it fiercely.
The cane made a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and left dark snake shadows in the air.
Then Sherlock Jr. re-grabbed his cane and pushed it forward slightly. A ball of fire rumbled and gathered in front of him.
Before the fireball shot out, he pulled back the cane that was leaning forward, and the flames slowly shrank and died out.
The bottom of the cane hissed out white smoke like a machine expelling steam.
"We really can't add bullets. It would cause too much damage to the structure, and it might not even do much harm."
The Magnet Hammer Master encouraged from the side: "But the replacement you proposed did fit in - try it?"
"Let me try..."
Little Sherlock solemnly raised his cane and pressed the hidden key.
The coiled cane suddenly unfolded completely, and its end suddenly turned into a sharp spike.
Its length is about two meters and three.
If the distance is close enough, it may be able to directly penetrate the opponent's chest and abdomen.
It can be used as a self-defense weapon when you have no mana.
At this distance, the weapon is not much less powerful than a shotgun.
“It’s perfect.”
Little Sherlock politely returned his cane to its original state and nodded, "I'll deliver the agreed-upon reward in a few days."
"Hey, I don't care about that either."
The drunken Master Magnetic Hammer took a sip of beer and laughed heartily: "How about joining me for a drink?"
"No, Master. I'm afraid we must leave at once—"
Sherlock put on his newsboy cap and said seriously, "Hayana will probably be back early tomorrow morning, but I think it will take a while."
Looking at Haina who had already put on her clothes, Master Magnetic Hammer asked, "Why, do you have a mission?
"What kind of task would require two children on vacation to participate?"
Even now, he still doesn't know Sherlock's true identity.
"It's not a mission," Sherlock explained with a sigh, "Isabelle... Queen, has ascended the throne."
"Queen, ascend the throne..."
Master Magnetic Hammer muttered.
He looked up in surprise and realized what little Sherlock meant.
"Is Queen Sophia... dead?"
"Yes, death from old age."
Sherlock sighed and replied with a complicated expression, "The funeral is in two days."
"...Hasn't it been almost a week already?"
Magnet Hammer was a little annoyed: "Oh... This is the news from Eagle Point Village. Forget it, the Wild Hunt outside has left... You guys should leave too!"
As he spoke, he waved his hand and quickly drove the two of them out.
The news Eagle Point Village received was generally out of order—sometimes it didn't arrive for several days, and sometimes it would be enough for several days. It was also possible that news for the next day would be delivered in advance.
Sherlock even sent back a letter saying "I will not go back for the New Year this year" before receiving the important news that Isabel ascended the throne and Aiwass served as the monarch's assistant.
He suddenly felt mixed emotions.
If I hadn't become smaller, if I hadn't stayed in Eagle Cape Village, perhaps there would still be someone like me in this position.
But...it's okay.
As they left their warm home, they felt the cold wind outside in late December.
Haina rode on the griffin Lizzie, stuffed little Sherlock behind her, and asked worriedly, "Do you want to go faster?"
"It's okay, actually. At least when I received this letter, there were still nearly two days until the Queen's funeral... I still had some time to prepare."
Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief, his expression somewhat complicated: "Her Majesty Sophia has been very kind to our entire family. I must attend her funeral no matter what."
"So what about your current body shape?"
Haina was a little worried: "Just go like this?"
Sherlock shook his head. "Just go ahead."
"Leaving Sherlock Hermes out? That's not good."
Haina came up with a bad idea: "How about you try to get promoted once tomorrow night? I remember you said that if you get promoted once more, you'll be back to your original state, right?"
“How can it be that fast?”
Sherlock yelled in anger, "I was promoted less than a month ago!"
If his wisdom is further advanced, he will reach the fourth level.
It is not easy to be promoted from third to fourth.
Perhaps only Aiwass could do this - for some reason, this thought popped up in Sherlock's mind.
...Not to mention, he'd done virtually nothing for the past two weeks. Eagle Cape Village was simply too remote. He'd devoted all his energy to studying its unique geography. He'd neither read nor solved cases during this time, and it seemed like he wouldn't be able to uncover anything with just this kind of research. His cultivation in the Path of Wisdom hadn't made an inch of progress.
Not to mention not getting a promotion tomorrow—he estimated that he might not get a promotion for the next few months.
Then I would have to keep this shameful, stupid, clumsy child look for several months!
Although sometimes it comes in handy...
But most of the time, this only made him feel how inconvenient the child's body was, and Sherlock missed his original body more and more.
——How could Sherlock Hermes be absent from the Queen’s funeral!
...But there really is no other way.
"But even if Sherlock can't come, I have to go myself. This is not for show, but what I think from the bottom of my heart."
Little Sherlock said so.
"Hey, there's someone down there!"
Suddenly, Haena yelled, "Did you see that?"
Sherlock squinted his eyes and tried a little, but found that he just couldn't see that far.
He stretched out his hand and added a status to himself - the frame swirled around him like flowing water, which made his vision even sharper.
He soon saw that there was indeed a person there.
He lay on the ground, seemingly unconscious, and appeared to be dying.
This was clearly due to the Wild Hunt sucking away the warmth from his body. A layer of ice had formed on his body.
...are you from outside this place?
If I don't take care of it, I'm afraid he will die soon.
And by the next morning, when everything is refreshed, his body will probably have disappeared without a trace.
Sherlock hesitated for a moment, but still gritted his teeth and patted Haina's shoulder hard.
"Go down and take a look!"
"I've been waiting for you to say that!"
Haena answered readily, "Go down and save them, Liz!"
Although she is nominally Sherlock's junior...but after Haina advanced to the fourth level, her confidence and courage have really increased a lot.
“…Huh?”
Sherlock made a sound of surprise before the griffin even landed.
Because he recognized the man's identity.
"Mr. Watson?"
"An acquaintance of yours, Sherlock?"
"Sort of. A lousy detective and a decent surgeon."
Sherlock said quickly, "Also, there's a writer who likes to write detective novels. He runs a detective agency, but usually he only does things like finding mistakes and collecting evidence of infidelity. But he has sent some cases to me, so I have some dealings with him.
"Go down quickly, Haena—and remember to call me Arthur Conan Doyle!"
Updated! Today's 7,000 words!
Hmm, the epidemic situation in Singapore seems to be quite serious. I am starting to wonder whether I can go to the Qidian annual meeting next month...
…But then again, with my health, I probably would have gotten infected even if I didn't go. Last time, I got infected without even leaving the house. If I didn't go and still got infected, it would have been a huge loss…
(End of this chapter)
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