At two o'clock in the afternoon, a large Gryphon with variegated feathers slowly descended in the backyard of Watson Detective Agency, carrying two adults and a child on its back.
"I really can't thank you both enough."
Wiping his sweat, Detective Watson repeatedly expressed his gratitude to Hayna and Sherlock, "Without your help, I fear I would have died last night. Please, you must stay for a meal."
Hayna touched the head of the Gryphon, Liz, with a hint of pity, "You should also thank Liz... I had no idea she could actually carry us back."
Liz had not yet fully transformed into white feathers, which meant she was still not an adult.
Even a steam train would take a whole night to cover the journey, yet she carried two adults, a child, and luggage for two, managing to fly all the way back.
"—And thank you too, Miss Liz."
Watson respectfully bowed to the Gryphon that stood only a head shorter than himself.
