"Huh? Eh, eh! Is it the real Mr. Holmes?! Three more exclamations of different tones, each representing the master's mood, came from Matthew's mouth, and Matthew's face showed a trace of unwillingness to fail to get the so-called gift from Sherlock Holmes.

But soon, the lively and lovely Matthew shook off the unwillingness in his heart, regained his vitality again, looked at Holmes standing in front of him, and said with a smile:

"Although I couldn't get a gift from Mr. Holmes, I was very moved, because Sherlock Holmes is real, and it is enough to be excited to see a real person, and it means that Sir Conan Doyle is a biography written by Dr. Watson!"

"No, no, no, this is just the history of the moon, and the real Sherlock Holmes is the character in it!"

Seeing Matthew's excited expression, Firena couldn't help but complain in her heart, but also very suspicious that she, a good baby, had read all kinds of books every day when she was in Chaldea and knew all this messy knowledge.

On the other side, the smooth and shiny pipe flew up and down in Holmes's hand, and in the face of his most loyal book lover, Lao Fu always maintained a gentlemanly gentle smile on his face, and only after Matthew's mood had recovered a little, he said lightly:

"Haha, if I can make the innocent girl so sincerely happy, the job of me and Watson to earn a small pocket money can be regarded as very worthwhile, of course, my true face, or the essence of being a servant, may be slightly different from what you imagined Miss Girellet."

"Huh, huh? Is that so? When Holmes said this, Matthew's face suddenly showed a curious look, and his expression even revealed a look of inquiry.

"Haha, Miss Gileadlet, you think that I haven't accepted Miss Firena's commission yet, and I haven't been commissioned by the detective, so how can I explain that I am a servant who was summoned as a detective?"

Flicking the gentleman's staff in his hand, when asked about his nature, Holmston said that he was left and right, and although it sounded like that, it was just a play on words.

Of course, even Firena, who has the perspective of a god, has not been able to figure out what the essence of Sherlock Holmes is, and the heroic Sherlock Holmes does not appear as the hero of a series of works, not as Joseph Bell and Conan Doyle himself, nor as the world's earliest detective Vidocq.

However, according to Firena's own speculation at the beginning, perhaps Holmes's body is like a nursery rhyme, because of the strong desire of others, and the follower from countless people.

As for the question of his own nature, perhaps only Sherlock Holmes himself knows about this matter, but it is a pity that he never talks about it, and even if it involves this kind of issue, it will be easily diverted by him, so Firena can only guess, but not sure.

However, as Matthew said, it is an undeniable fact that Holmes is now standing in front of him as a servant.

"Alright, that's the end of the joke!" Playing with the pipe in his hand, although Holmes still had that gentlemanly smile on his face, there was some strange light flashing at the bottom of his eyes from time to time.

"Master, what is there important thing you need to entrust to this detective?"

"Well, it may be a bit long to talk about this matter, let's find a place to explain it carefully."

After finding a secluded place to sit down, Firena told everything she had seen and heard since she came to this world from a very objective point of view, and at the end, she also said some thoughts and conjectures about her own views and conjectures about this world.

"Oh, what an intricate world!"

Shoved the tobacco into his pipe, and just as Holmes took out a match to light the cigarette, he saw Matthew's angry face, stared straight at him, and after a pause, finally had no choice but to put the match back, and while thinking, he also had a dry time with the pipe without fire.

After a long time, Holmes slowly opened his eyes, then tapped his temple with his hand, and asked Firena with a smile:

"But master, did you know that sometimes, the sensory organs can deceive people, just like the eyes or ears, and they will see or hear the beneficial aspects of themselves according to people's subjective will."

"Did you think of something? Speak up and see! ”

For Sherlock Holmes, Firena is absolutely 100% trusting, and now that he suddenly said such a thing, it must be a warning to himself that the other party found some clues and doubts from his description just now.

However, in the face of Firena's inquiry, Holmes shook his head gentlemanly and refused to answer his master's question, and under Firena's unhappy face, he said lightly:

"Hawkers,It's just some immature speculation.,There's not enough evidence to prove my conjecture.,If you say it.,It's possible to startle the snake.,So I can only grieve you!"

"Why are you gentlemen in this tone, don't you believe in my acting skills?"

The appetite that had been whetted by Sherlock Holmes was now unanswered, and Firena felt her heart itching, eager to know what details he had discovered that she had not noticed.

It's a pity that Sherlock Holmes also has the usual style of detectives, that is, he likes to hang on to other people's appetites, which makes Firena, who has always liked to go straight, very uncomfortable, and her heart is panicked.

However, Holmes did not want to solve the problem for Ferena, but still wore that standard gentlemanly face, and sold himself unhurriedly.

"Haha, master, don't you know that there is a saying that the highest level of deception is to deceive even your own people! If you are known now, no matter how strong your acting skills are, you will be caught. ”

"Well, since you've said so!"

Seeing that Sherlock Holmes was killing and not saying anything, although Firena wanted to know, she still resisted the curiosity in her heart, but when she saw the smile on Lao Fu's face, she had an urge to beat him.

"Haha, since that's the case, then I'll investigate the situation first while there are not many people who know about my existence, you must know that the more time passes, the fewer clues there will be!"