Muwan County, Eagle Cape Village. Seven o'clock in the evening.

Outside the window, the sun had set, and the icy storm that accompanied the arrival of the wild hunt had swept in.

At Hayna's house, the family gathered in a blazing blacksmith's shop. The fire lit by the fire elves dispelled the cold, and the people gathered around the diminutive little Sherlock.

"—give it a try, Arthur. There's also a part of your own effort in this. ”

The Hammermaster encouragedly handed the staff to Sherlock.

Sherlock was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He had almost forgotten that the pseudonym he used in the village of Eagle Point was Arthur Conan Doyle.

He looked down—it was a black cane that wasn't at all inconspicuous. It looked like a burnt tree, with a hint of sparks in the darkness.

Little Sherlock slowly took the cane in both hands and paused it on the ground.

The staff was even taller than him. He had to struggle to lift his hand upwards to barely hold the handle of his cane.

But as Sherlock pulled downward, he saw the staff spiral in and out of the way, falling underneath.

- Even the current child's body type can be used normally.

And Sherlock aimed it at the air and shook it hard—

I saw that the staff spread out like the spine of a wild beast, and turned into a bladed whip. Countless sharp and cold blades, reminiscent of a coiled snake.

He twirled the handle slightly, and it snapped back into a cane.

Sherlock pointed at the air, waving his cane vigorously.

The staff made a sharp sound of breaking through the air, streaking through the air with pitch-black snake shadows.

Sherlock then regained his grip on the cane and gave it a slight push forward. A ball of fireball rumbled in front of him.

Before the fireball could shoot out, he pulled his staff back, tilting forward. The flame slowly shrank and went out.

The bottom of the cane is like a machine emitting steam, snorting white smoke.

"Bullets really can't be added, it's too damaging to the structure, and it doesn't necessarily hurt much."

The Magnetic Hammer Master encouraged, "But the alternative you proposed did fit in - try it?" ”

"I'll try ......"

Little Sherlock solemnly raised his cane and flicked the secret keys.

I saw that the curled cane suddenly unfolded completely, and its end suddenly turned into a sharp spike.

Its length is about two meters three.

If you are close enough, you may be able to penetrate the opponent's chest and abdomen directly.

Can be used as a self-defense weapon when you don't have mana.

At this distance, this weapon is not much less powerful than a shotgun.

"It was perfect."

Little Sherlock politely retracted his cane to its initial state, nodded and said, "In a few days, I will send the promised reward to me." ”

"Hey, I don't care about that either."

The drunken Magnetic Hammer Master took a sip of beer and laughed: "Why don't you come and drink with me?" ”

"No, Master. We're afraid we'll have to leave right away—"

Sherlock put on his newsboy hat and said solemnly, "Hayna will probably be back early tomorrow morning, but I guess it will take a while." ”

Looking at Haina, who had already dressed, the Magnetic Hammer Master asked rhetorically, "What, you have a mission?"

"What task do you have to involve the two kids on vacation?"

Even now, he didn't know Sherlock's true identity.

"Not a mission," Sherlock explained with a sigh, "Isabel...... The queen has ascended the throne. ”

"Queen, enthroned ......"

The Magnetic Hammer Master muttered.

He looked up in amazement, reacting to what little Sherlock meant.

"Queen Sophia...... Dead? ”

"Yes, die of old age."

Sherlock sighed and replied with a somewhat complicated expression, "The funeral is two days away." ”

“…… Hasn't it been almost a week? ”

The hammer was a little annoyed: "Oops...... Here's the news about Eagle Cape Village. Forget it, the wild hunt outside is gone...... Let's go, too! ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand and quickly pushed the two out.

The news received by Cape Eagle Village was basically out of order - sometimes it didn't come for days, and sometimes it was a lot of days. It is also possible that the news of the next day will be sent directly in advance.

Sherlock even sent back a letter saying "I won't be going back for the New Year this year" before receiving important news about Isabel's accession to the throne and Ivas as the monarch's assistant.

He suddenly had some mixed feelings in his heart-

If I hadn't gotten smaller, if I hadn't stayed in Eagle Cape Village, maybe there would have been one of my own in this position.

But...... Okay, too.

As they left their warm homes, they felt the cold winds of late December outside.

Haina mounted the griffon Riz, tucked Sherlock behind her, and asked worriedly, "Do you want to hurry?" ”

"It's okay, it's actually fine. At least when I received this letter, it was almost two days before the Queen's funeral...... There is still a little room for preparation. ”

Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief, his expression a little complicated: "Your Majesty Sophia is kind to our whole family. I had to attend her funeral anyway. ”

"And what about your current size?"

Haina was a little worried: "Just go like this?" ”

Sherlock shook his head, "Just go for it." ”

"Leave Sherlock Hermes absent? It's not good. ”

Haina had a bad idea: "Why don't you try to get promoted tomorrow night?" I remember you saying that you would be back to your old ways if you were promoted one more time, right? ”

"How can it be so fast!"

Sherlock exclaimed angrily, "I've only been promoted for less than a month!" ”

His wisdom path is promoted again, but it is the fourth energy level.

The third is promoted to the fourth, but it is not so easy to get up.

Perhaps only Ivas could do it—for some reason, the thought came to Sherlock's head.

…… Not to mention, he has basically done nothing in the past half a month. The village of Eagle Cape is too remote. He devoted all his energy to the study of the special geography of the village of Eagle Point. During this time, he didn't read books or solve cases, and he didn't seem to be able to research anything by relying on this research alone. The cultivation of the path of wisdom can be said to have made no progress at all.

Not to mention that he won't be promoted tomorrow - he probably won't be promoted for the next few months.

Then I'd have to keep this shameful, stupid, clumsy childlike look for months!

Although there are some conveniences occasionally......

But most of the time, this only made him feel that the child's body was so inconvenient, and Sherlock missed his original body more and more.

- How could Sherlock Hermes be absent from the Queen's funeral!

…… But there's really no way around that.

"But even if Sherlock can't get there, I'll have to go. It's not for others to see, it's something I think from the heart. ”

Sherlock Jr. said.

"Hey, there's a guy down there!"

Suddenly, Haina exclaimed, "Did you see that? ”

Sherlock squinted, tried a little, and realized that he couldn't see that far away.

He reached out and added a state to himself—a flowing frame swirling around, which sharpened his gaze.

He soon saw that there was indeed a person there.

He was lying on the ground, seemingly unconscious. Looks like he's about to die.

This is obviously when he was passed by by a wild hunt, he sucked the temperature off his body. There was already a layer of ice on his body.

…… Out-of-towners?

If he doesn't take care of it, I'm afraid he will die soon.

And by the next morning, when everything is refreshed, it is estimated that his body will disappear without a trace.

Sherlock hesitated, gritted his teeth, and patted Hayna on the shoulder.

"Go down and have a look!"

"Just waiting for your words!"

Haina replied cheerfully, "Go down and save people, Liz!" ”

Although nominally a descendant of Sherlock...... But after Haina advanced to the fourth energy level, her self-confidence and confidence were really enough.

“…… Hey? ”

Even before the griffin had landed, Sherlock let out a startled sound.

Because he recognized the identity of the man.

"Mr. Watson?"

"Do you know anyone, Sherlock?"

"Sort of. A crappy detective, a surgeon with an okay level. ”

Sherlock said quickly, "And, a writer who likes to write detectives - he runs a detective agency, but usually only does things like finding mistakes and collecting evidence of affairs. However, he used to send some cases to me, so I had some dealings with him.

"Go down, Hayna—and remember to call me Arthur Conan Doyle!"

Updated! Today it's seven thousand words!

Hmm, it seems that the epidemic in Singapore is quite serious, and I began to hesitate to go to the annual meeting next month......

…… But then again, with my physique, I guess I might get infected if I don't go, and last time I was infected without going out at all. If you don't go and get infected, it will be a loss......

(End of chapter)