Chapter 412: Mr. Spy Andre
When Andre Watson regained consciousness, he noticed a little one standing nearby with his hands behind his back, staring at him.
The child was leaning on a cane in a surprisingly convincing manner, his face stern and serious. He looked quite the part.
"Ah..."
Detective Watson let out a hoarse sound and finally managed to recover somewhat.
But he was still trembling all over. It took quite a while before he recovered the ability to speak.
The chill still permeated his body, and fear lingered in Watson's eyes. "What exactly happened...? Why is there a Wild Hunt here?"
"Probably because you had bad luck and happened to run into it."
The child asked coldly, "What did you come here for?"
"Oh..."
Watson struggled to sit up from the ground. Hai Na kindly lent him a hand—but at that moment, he saw the griffin mixed with large patches of white feathers beside her, and his movements instantly stalled.
In an instant, little Sherlock narrowed his eyes.
"Thank you, Miss... Bureau of Supervision officer?"
Watson asked tentatively.
Hai Na shook her head. "I'm not a Bureau of Supervision officer yet. You can call me Miss Hai Na for now. This is Arthur Conan Doyle."
"Greetings, kind miss and young sir. Thank you very much for saving me."
Watson's face was ashen, and his lips were pale.
But Hai Na noticed that he recovered rather quickly... After waking up, it took only a few breaths for his speech to become fluent. His complexion and mental state also improved at a visible speed. "My name is Andre Watson. I'm a detective."
"Oh, hello, Watson..."
Hai Na had only just begun speaking when little Sherlock suddenly raised his voice and interrupted her. "—Then, Detective Watson," he said loudly, "may I