Chapter 9 The Arrival of Empress Ludovika

  "So you're Mikala-Rudvich's niece he asked me to look out for?"

  "Yes, he is my last guardian."

  "Poor girl!"

  Mrs. Hodgson, with tears in her eyes, gave Ludwig a big hug: "What a lovely child, to have gone through such a terrible thing!"

  Ludwig struggled in Mrs. Hodgson's arms with a gasp.

  Mrs. Hodgson, you're a woman as free as the wind.

  She thought to herself with some embarrassment: Actually, it's nothing, I'm not very familiar with that father of mine...

  Female cannon fodder in horror movies and reasoning films have always been worthless, saying jump out and die a bunch, like popping out of stones.

  To the point where she completely ignored this world also needs ** to synthesize fertilized eggs, and forgot that this body of hers also has a father and mother.

  It's ironic, however, that a father, only gained a hint of presence in front of his daughter because of death.

  Those who walk in a wider world - such as the ancient oriental ascetics who eat thoughts for food, and the Franklin father and son who died pursuing lightning.

  Also, for example, Ludwig's parents in this life, due to pursuing history, one has gone missing and the other has already passed away.

  For example, Sherlock Holmes who was so absorbed in truth that he neglected the whole world.

  They walked too fast, too fast.

  A new civilization, a more developed technology, a more perfect system and ideology, all of which have been left far behind by them.

  Not to mention those who were intimate with me for only half of the journey.

  What kind of partner would Mr. Sherlock Holmes choose to spend his life with after his life has calmed down?

  ……

  However, according to Conan Doyle's original setting, Holmes was supposed to jump off the waterfall with Moriarty in the end, and whether he could survive or not is still a question...

  Ludwig felt deeply that she was thinking too soon.

  ……

  "I've met your father, he's a rare good man, completely different from that unreliable uncle of yours. I heard he was bitten to death by a venomous snake in India?"

  Mrs. Hodgson, you're wrong. Judging from the level of foolishness he's shown in his actions, my nominal father who lived a miserable life and died a pathetic death is the most unreliable one, without exception.

  Ludwig turned his neck and made an effort to breathe more easily: "It's Egypt, ma'am."

  "Oh, Egypt, that's right, my memory has been getting worse over the years, fortunately there is Sherlock here, although he has a lot of trouble, but also helped me a lot."

  "That gentleman is really a good person."

  This sentence is not insincere. How to say it, Sherlock Holmes is a high-IQ hero that Ludwig admires.

  The first hero since childhood.

  Also because of the influence of Sherlock Holmes, those Superman and Batman who win by strength rather than brain power can no longer move her.

  What's the point of being handsome? What's the point of having equipment? What's the point of flying?

  Wisdom is the royal road!

  "Mrs. Hodgson."

  Sherlock's tall figure appeared in Ludwig's line of sight.

  He walked down the stairs step by step, his tall figure half hidden in the shadows, with two buttons undone on his white shirt collar, and his pale skin illuminated to a warm orange color by the lamp light.

  "If you continue to hold her like this, the lady in your arms will have no choice but to sue you for attempted murder."

  Mrs. Hodgson burst out laughing in surprise and released Ludwig's hand which she had been holding tightly:

  "Oh! Dear, let me introduce you, this miss is Ludwig-Ludwig, your roommate."

  Mrs. Hudson glared at Sherlock like a little girl: "This time if you scare him off, I'll definitely raise your rent, heaven knows how many roommates I've found for you! Your room is basically empty and unused."

  She looked at Ludwig with a bit of worry: "This is Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes, the one I told you about. Don't be fooled by his eccentric behavior, he's a rare good guy... I don't know if it's suitable to put you two together, but there's no other way now."

  Absolutely inappropriate!!

  As a senior three student, she still has to prepare for the British A-level exams, does she get hurt every day with gunshots and explosions?

  By the way, in the UK, you can take A-levels for two or three years, as long as you pass all your subjects.

  She smiled weakly: "No, it's already been a lot of trouble for you, Mrs... I don't have any relation to this..."

  Mrs. Hodgson smiled kindly: "He has a lot of quirks, and when you split the rent with him, don't be soft-handed."

  I also want to...

  I heard from a friend that Mr. Holmes in "Sherlock" is a rich second generation?

  Shining rich handsome guy, come on, help me pay all the rent.

  Cough cough.

  Miss Ludwig's face is not thick enough for this!

  Freeloading and drinking, it's one thing to flirt with men who come to chat you up, but it's another thing when facing a decent husband.

  I heard that Mr. Holmes in "Sherlock" is a well-known big shot in all of London, is this true?

  Hehehe, Ludwig evilly smiled in his heart.

  What a teasing impulse... no, protective impulse.

  Ludwig's face turned slightly red, looking like a good girl waiting for the college entrance exam to study hard.

  It's just that I'm really shy and blush easily, it's not because I thought of something and got excited inside...

  If it weren't for the fact that Holmes is a human-shaped killing machine, Ludwig's inner monologue at this time would definitely be: "Sir, don't be too careless, wait for my lesson! Roaming the rivers and lakes for many years, crown quality, all good reviews five stars oh dear~"

  Do you like M or N?

  Do you like hand restraints? Do you like leather whips? How about wax play? Is dripping on the chest good?

  ……

  Ludwig reluctantly withdrew his gaze from Mr. Holmes and gave Mrs. Hudson a smile that was almost girlish, mingling innocence with sweetness.

  Hey, what's with this "average girl" stuff? Isn't it just a girl, anyway?

  A glint of something indefinable flashed in Sherlock's eyes.

  "How can it be otherwise, Mrs. Hudson? Mr. Holmes and I are equal sharers."

  "You don't have to be so polite to Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson said with a smile: "Child, you can chat with Sherlock, if you need anything just call him or me."

  The old lady wearing pink stockings winked slyly.

  "If you don't live on campus in college, you'll be living together for a pretty long time, and young people's love is unpredictable... maybe in the end, we'll make vows before God, who knows?"

  Mikala's uncle, with his French noble identity, thought it was shameful for her to take classes with a group of commoners, and even though their current economic situation did not allow them to hire a private tutor, he also forbade her from boarding.

  This is the biggest problem... Ludwig thought silently.

  As for that last sentence, Mrs. Huddleston, you're too frightening; if it were really as you say, I'd be scared back to France making horror movies.

  ……

  "Delighted to see you again, Miss Ludwig." Sherlock smiled warmly at Ludwig, extending a hand in a gesture of elegant courtesy.

  A warm and fuzzy smile? Oh mom, what's wrong with her retinal imaging?!

  "Miss Ludwig?"

  "The pleasure is mine, Mr. Holmes."

  "Vichy?" Sherlock's hands were in his trouser pockets: "I mean, if you don't mind me calling you that."

  Mom on earth, even my auditory ossicles have gone wrong...

  "......Of course, I don't mind."

  Ludwig said with difficulty, heaven knows how much she wanted to shout - actually I mind! What's the meaning of this intimate address?

  Holmes sama, return my noble and elegant image to me!

  ……

  When was it that someone last called me "Wei Xi" intimately?

  Not everyone's familiar name Ludwig, nor Mikala uncle's nickname Hixi, but her previous life name Weixi, Livy.

  Li is a surname and an ancient legend from the time of Emperor Shun, originating from Laozi's personal name Li Er.

  He was born eighty-one years in his mother's womb, and when he landed, his hair was all white. He wrote down the 5,000-word Tao Te Ching with a flourish of his hand, and even as time flows away, for thousands and thousands of years, it does not harm his thoughts.

  He rode a green bull westward and disappeared without a trace.

  In that ancient land, every surname was a legend.

  After the Renaissance, French culture became very rich and diverse, but compared to the more prosperous periods of ancient Greece, it was somewhat inferior.

  Moreover, she was once a successor of such a culture, regardless of nationality, government, or even land.

  Her past intimacy makes her close, now estrangement makes her demanding.

  And after all this, those old familiar streets often appear in dreams, behind the mist.

  At the corner of that street, An rode a bicycle with a backpack on his back, turned around and smiled, calling out to her, Vish.

  ……

  After traversing ten years, Ludwig had basically become indifferent to this series of sudden thoughts. The momentary daze was like the mist that dissipated in the air, disappearing without a trace.

  Mr. Holmes, famous for his keen powers of observation, quietly withdrew his gaze.

  "By the way, Mr. Holmes, did any courier company deliver a package today?"

  "Oh, package, yes."

  Sherlock smiled politely: "Out of goodwill as a neighbor, I have signed for it."

  "Where is it?"

  "My room."

  “……”

  "By the way, it's not a good habit to put underwear and books together. Although you can't see them with the naked eye, under a 600-power microscope, your underwear has already grown Botrytis cinerea."

  “……”

  So, Miss Ludwig and Mr. Holmes' great cohabitation life (Ludwig: Is it good?), has officially begun...

  Thinking of the many hardships and difficulties ahead, we sincerely wish Miss Ludwig a happy life and good physical and mental health. o(╯□╰)o~