Chapter 30 I hope you can always remember your dignity as a human being as you do today

"Oh, Sean has already talked about the King's Key." The blonde woman sat on the sofa, holding a cup of black tea. She seemed to be not interested in adding milk or sugar, or even tea.

"He said your King's Key is the Rhine Gold." Watson sat down opposite him, "For humans, this name is well-known." "

As they say, I have a bad nature." Gold showed a faint smile and took a sip of the black tea in the cup. "Sometimes I get bored and throw the King's Key among humans, and then see what happens." "

Many times in human history, the culprit behind the riots is me." She said quietly, pinching the teacup with her light pink fingers, and raised her eyes to look at Watson.

Wouldn't you feel scared? Watson remembered a short question that Holmes asked him. He thought this question was very strange at the time. Holmes' courage was only bigger than his, not smaller than his, and Luna was indeed not a high-threat species.

Sometimes he even felt that Luna was lonely and pitiful, just a little girl who tried too hard but always failed.

Facing another ancient god alone, he seemed to suddenly understand what Holmes was talking about.

They are not human beings, and they will not become human beings.

They have their own physics and their own iron laws, and they also have their own freedom.

This fear cannot be curbed by reason, nor can it be eliminated by his reason telling him that these ancient gods and his daily life basically do not intersect, and he is not their favorite prey.

He has to face the fact that humans are not at the top of the food chain on the earth.

And their logic is not a subversive cognition of truth.

He only needs to encounter them once. If he admits that what he sees and feels is true, he will have to deny the knowledge he has learned from elementary school to university. They are just a small part of the world.

Then what am I, what should I insist on?

This huge confusion and helplessness formed fear.

He looked at Gold. The woman looked very relaxed, her demeanor was relaxed and noble. Watson's eyes fell on her finger. There was indeed a gold ring on her ring finger.

Gold smiled, put down the cup, and slowly pulled her slender and soft fingers out of the ring. "This is what you call the Ring of the Nibelung."

"Would you like to touch it?" She suggested with a smile. "It shouldn't be a big problem to touch it. I'm still here."

"But it should be very pleasant." She said, thinking about the wording for a while, but she seemed unable to accurately describe the human experience, so she chose silence, just stretched out her fingers and placed them in front of Watson.

The young doctor turned his head away for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Gold's voice sounded, "Are you scared?"

"Just try it." She said softly, her voice hissing like a sweet snake, as if Satan had tempted Eve with the apple in the past, "It's okay."

"If you have any problems, Luna will definitely be unhappy." Gold added, "The impact of this matter on the mind, for an adult male, should not have any sequelae."

However, Watson did not open his eyes.

He suddenly remembered a lot of things, thinking of when he was still on the battlefield. He touched the rifle beside him, thinking that it didn't matter if he killed one person

. He was a military doctor, but he was also a soldier. So he killed many people later.

He couldn't help but pull the trigger at the slightest sign of trouble, no matter if it was a rabbit or a deer.

It took him a long time to crawl out of that hell, but when he looked back, he found that he was also a part of creating that hell.

They created this hell together, and then struggled in it together.

Human nature has always been fragile. He didn't dare to open his eyes, and then he heard Gold's laughter and sigh. The woman put the ring on her hand and picked up the teacup again.

"It's indeed a good choice not to look." Gold smiled, "Most of the humans I met couldn't look away when it was still on my hand." "

Excuse me, since you have such power, why didn't you become the king of the world?" Watson asked softly.

Gold laughed, "I have half of the desire, but I don't have any material desires." She said softly, raised her hand, and observed the ring, "I am an admirer and an outsider. I don't want to get those things, I just want to watch."

"The only thing that can please me is the destruction of that moment." She said lightly, "Just like how many fireworks you humans have stored in the storage room, it's better to be happy when you light them."

Watson was convinced. He knew that the ancient gods would not lie, and Gold had no reason to lie to herself.

They are not unreasonable creatures, and because of this, they are more aggressive to the spirit.

No matter what title the king is named after, they are unexpectedly reasonable. However, when you start to think about their reasoning, you will find that you are getting further and further away from humans.

After all, their reasoning is not human reasoning.

"In other words, if you don't lose the king's key, humans won't pick it up?" Watson asked.

Gold shook his head. "Don't underestimate human desires. Their persistence in what they want is a very powerful force."

"Has anyone ever taken the King's Key from you?" Watson asked.

"I can't say." Gold smiled. "But humans seem to think that our power comes from the King's Key, so people who are involved in mysticism often have an extraordinary obsession with the King's Key."

"They think that if they get the King's Key, they can use the power we hold for themselves." She smiled and supported her forehead. "But the final outcome is often not very good."

"The King's Key is just an extension of our size." Gold said. "We have a terrible mass for this world, so we have a terrible gravitational force."

"We will attract creatures who can't stop wanting our nature, as servants, as vassals, or as allies or friends." She gently stroked the ring in her hand. "I know you may not believe it, and you just think I'm threatening you not to have any feelings for the King's Key." "

In fact." Watson took a deep breath. "I should have seen a few King's Keys, and I haven't felt anything for any of them."

"Maybe you are still young," Gold said softly, "Believe that you can do a lot of things with your own human power, and don't crave for extraordinary power."

Yes, he is young, has a brilliant resume as a doctor of medicine, is a national hero, has made extraordinary friends, and lives an interesting life.

No one can guarantee what kind of person he will become after encountering certain things.

"I'm leaving," Gold said with a smile, "Thank you for your morning tea, I just want to give you a friendly reminder, Lilith said you may encounter certain circumstances recently."

"I hope you can always remember your dignity as a human being as you do today." Gold bowed earnestly, then she picked up her hat and walked out quietly.

My dignity as a human being, Watson felt genuine fear at this sentence. He knew the power of these kings, and he was willing to believe that they were not evil creatures by nature.

He looked around, the clock was approaching seven o'clock, he remembered that there seemed to be a telegram to be sent today, why not go out now, just in time to have breakfast on the way back.

When Watson came back with some snacks with satisfaction, because of the comfort of filling his stomach, he almost forgot this short conversation in the morning, and then when he pushed open the door of Holmes' bedroom, his good mood disappeared in an instant.

"What are you doing, Sherlock?" He asked, and the thing in his hand almost fell to the ground.

Although the gray-eyed man who was half sitting on the bed followed his doctor's advice and lay in bed to rest, if Watson was not old and blurry, he could swear that the thing in his hand was Luna's king key.

This guy is playing with Luna's king key.

"You!" Watson stretched out his hand and tried to snatch it back to Luna, but he suddenly felt that it was not a good thing for him to handle, so he retracted his hand and looked at Luna who was sitting on the side flipping through the picture book.

"Is this really okay?" he asked.

Luna raised her eyes, then she stretched out her hand and took the king's key back.

"Ah," Luna tilted her head slightly, "It doesn't matter, doctor, we have already agreed that if there is any accident, I will break his neck immediately."

Then the girl took out a few papers from her pocket and handed them to Watson.

Watson took it with trembling hands and found that it was a contract with similar content to what she said, and even two copies were notarized with handprints.

Watson felt that such ups and downs were not very friendly to his heart and blood pressure.

"You are the main person responsible for this matter." Holmes raised a thin finger and pointed at Watson. "If you hadn't forced me to stay in bed for seven days, I wouldn't have had this idea."

"If you hadn't gone on a hunger strike in prison, you wouldn't have caught a bad cold so easily. If you had followed my doctor's advice and didn't look at the statue of Napoleon in the rain when you caught a bad cold, you could have gone out to study your damn case a long time ago, instead of playing with fire with something that could twist your neck at any time." Watson said in one breath. Luna lowered her head and looked at the key around her neck, then she put it into her shirt.

Then she raised one hand.

"What's your problem?" Watson asked.

"Why is my neck twisted to the right? I'm used to twisting it to the left." Luna blinked and said, "Is it some human ritual or custom that needs to be changed?"

Watson was stunned for a moment, and then found that his anger seemed to disappear in an instant.

"No need," he said. "You can twist it as you like. Holmes deserves it."

"Let's not talk about that." Holmes' eyes moved to Watson's shoes. "Did you go to send a telegram just now?"

"Yes, that's right." Watson breathed a sigh of relief, and then he threw the still hot snacks in his hand onto the bed, landing on Holmes' legs. "This shouldn't be a difficult reasoning."

"It's indeed not difficult." Holmes said, he handed the box to Luna. The girl opened the box and smiled at the steaming food. "Everyone's daily necessities will leave his traces. Many times it is a very interesting adventure to analyze the story of the owner based on just one thing."

"So," Watson sat down and crossed one leg, "for example, you fiddled with this king key for a long time, and found out something, Miss Luna."

"Tell us something we don't know." Watson raised an eyebrow.

"This key is very old, which means that all the Miss Luna used the same key," Holmes said, "and she is also different."

"What is it?" Luna leaned forward slightly with curiosity.

"You are left-handed, and most of the previous ones were right-handed. You can tell from the way the key is worn." Holmes said.

"I haven't used the key much." Luna sighed, "How did you know I was left-handed?"

"But this is not from the key." Holmes said, "Doctor Watson said that the neck is twisted to the right, but most people with right hands are more convenient to use force. You like to go to the left, which means you are left-handed."

"Besides that?" Luna asked.

"Sean said that your key was taken away by a human once." Holmes said, "I roughly know how he died."

"But I won't tell you about this," he glanced at Watson, "lest he twist my neck to the right."

Watson crossed his arms, indicating that if I see you playing with these things again, I will really give you a quick death in advance to show our deep friendship.

"Gold said that humans who possess the king's key died in great pain." Watson said.

"Do you think what Gold said is credible?" Holmes asked back.

"Aren't they not allowed to lie?" Watson glanced at Luna.

"But when Gold spoke, many humans thought she was lying to them." Luna said vaguely, burying his face in the cardboard box, "But I think she is my friend, and you are also my friend, she will definitely not lie to you."

This reason didn't seem to be particularly convincing, Watson thought.

He suddenly heard the doorbell and jumped up from the chair, "I'll go see what's going on."

"Miss Mary Monston?" Watson picked up the business card on Mrs. Hudson's tray and looked at the name on it, "I don't think I've heard of it."

"She came to see Mr. Holmes." Mrs. Hudson said, "She said she was in trouble."

"But now Holmes thinks he is alive and well, from a professional point of view, his pneumonia is still in the contagious period," Watson said, and then he heard a soft sigh.

"Is that so? But my matter is really urgent. It would be nice if you could help me."

Watson looked over Mrs. Hudson's shoulder.

This was a thin girl with long light golden hair. She seemed to have been tortured by fate, but her temperament was still gentle and soft.

He had never seen such a lovable woman. Among all the women he had seen in the three continents, there were many who were more beautiful than her and more noble than her.

However, a strong impulse sprouted in his heart.

It seemed that this was the princess he was destined to protect. He should share her suffering and be her knight.

"If I can help in any way, I will do my best," Watson opened the door, "Please come in."

However, his heart was suddenly covered with a faint haze.

"Lilith said that you seem to have some kind of encounter." Gold's words rang in his ears like the ominous cry of a nightingale.

Watson shook his head, trying to get rid of these from his mind.

He had never done anything bad in his life, and he would never do so in the future.

"My situation is really complicated," Mary sat down, pinching her gloves nervously, "I always feel a mysterious danger approaching me."

Then she took out a stack of letters from her handbag and handed them to Watson.

"This was sent this morning." Mary opened one of them, "Let me bring two friends to the appointment at seven o'clock in the evening."

"I can be one of them." Watson said enthusiastically, and the girl nodded gratefully, "If you can trust me, I can bring one of my friends."

"Thank you very much." Mary bowed, "I never thought I would get such generous help from a stranger."

When she was about to leave, her eyes saw a bedroom door open, and a girl came out. She was yawning, wearing a white shirt and a dark blue skirt, obviously dressed at home, and then she turned her head and looked at Mary.

Watson let out a breath, "Luna?"

"Hey." The girl stopped, "What's wrong?"

"This is a new client." Watson said, "She seems to have encountered some trouble. Someone invited her to an appointment at 7 o'clock tonight, and she can only bring two friends."

"So you need me to be friends with her now?" Luna asked.

"How should I put it?" Watson suddenly realized that he was still careless. He really couldn't quickly explain to Luna that the key to this matter was the need for manpower, not that the lady was in urgent need of expanding her friends.

"This is difficult." Luna tilted her head, "I think she seems a little afraid of me."

"Frey said that a relationship of fear is a master-slave relationship, not a friend.

" Luna said righteously. "But if you want, I can try." Luna said seriously, "After all, the children of sinners are not necessarily sinners."

Watson felt that Luna would mess everything up if she continued to talk, so he chose to desperately gesture a silence gesture to her.

Luna obediently shut up and sat down on the sofa. Her heterochromatic eyes looked at Mary with interest, and the latter was obviously shocked by the word "children of sinners".

However, the girl seemed to understand what she wanted to ask. She glanced at Watson's back, then blinked her eyes, indicating that she would not say anything more.

"If there is anything I can help with, I can go." Luna nodded and promised.

Although Mary's common sense told her that she might need two young men, her intuition told her that this girl might be stronger than an army.

When she looked directly into her eyes, she couldn't even hold on for a second, as if she was facing some huge, ancient and majestic creature. She could only instinctively close her eyes and pray that she was just in a nightmare.

She was a little confused about whether her fate was more terrible or this girl was more terrible.

"Don't worry." Watson said softly, "Luna is really a good child."

Under his comfort, Mary seemed to accept this point of view, and when Watson walked back to the room, he found Luna flipping through a book of his own quickly.

"What's wrong?" Watson asked.

Luna quickly read the difficult medical book, and then sighed with satisfaction, "I've finished reading it, I'm sure."

"This girl should die within ten years." She said, "But I feel that you don't want her to die."

"What?" Watson couldn't help but ask back, such a beautiful and unfortunate woman, there is actually a worse fate waiting for her.

"What are you sure of?" Watson asked softly.

"Humanity has no way to save her." Luna closed the book.

"Do you have any?" Watson asked tentatively.

"Ah," Luna exhaled slightly and lay on her back, "Frey's key will do."

"Frey is the King of Plenty," Luna said, "They said if you ask, I'll tell you."

"I'm still wondering why you're interested in Frey," Luna said, and then she raised a finger, "But Frey can't bless humans directly."

"Although Frey is very powerful, there are many rules that bind him," Luna explained, "So if it's the best way, you can take the key from Frey."

"Then give her the abundance of other creatures to make up for her poverty," Luna said, "whether it's a dog or a pig, it's all fine."

"However," Luna closed her eyes, as if she was dissatisfied with saying these lines, "I don't think it's good."

"Abundance always comes from sacrifice, not plunder," Luna said softly, "This is Frey's creed."

Watson was stunned.

He understood that the crossroads of his destiny was in front of him.

Although it was only the first time they met, everything about this woman was deeply imprinted in his mind, and such an unfortunate fate made it even more difficult for him to let go.

He took a deep breath and gave a forced smile, "Let's deal with the evening first."