Chapter 31 You can never step into the same river twice

"Anyway, I went to an acquaintance's house." The platinum-haired girl looked listless. "There was no explosion or killing. It was just a very boring story that was not fully told."

"It was so boring." She yawned, "So I came back."

"The children of sinners must be with the children of sinners." She exhaled, "That's probably it."

She leaned over and looked at a tabloid in the gray-eyed man's hand. "You're out." She said firmly, "Doctor Watson will break your neck."

"I feel like I've fully recovered." Holmes said, raising his hand to cover his mouth to avoid coughing with a hollow sound. "I haven't been sick for at least five years."

Luna looked at him sympathetically.

Then she stretched out a hand and waved it in front of him. "If you beat me, you should have recovered. I'm sure Doctor Watson won't have any objections."

Holmes stared at the hand.

This is a girl's hand.

Whether from the bones or the flesh, it is undoubtedly the hand of a young girl.

However, this hand can easily strangle an elephant and subdue a lion.

He has a certain understanding of the so-called quality.

"If you really want to get out of bed right away." Luna touched his lips, "Do you want to go to Frey's garden?"

"What is that place?" Holmes asked.

Luna blinked, "Frey has a garden. It is said that the water there flows from our hometown, and then the spring water is called the longevity soup."

"Is it similar to the fountain of immortality?" Holmes asked.

"No," Luna replied, "Drinking it will not make you immortal, it is just some kind of medicinal spring, is it a hot spring spa?"

"But Frey has always wanted me to introduce you." Luna remembered something and said, "But Frey usually stays in his garden and won't go out."

"Do you want to see the longevity soup?" Luna asked, blinking, "Frey must be at home."

Holmes had nothing to refuse this proposal.

Luna took out the king's key from his collar and threw it on the ground.

He was already familiar with this process. He found the train from the hub, and then he came to a fragrant garden.

Luna raised his hand and knocked on the exquisite door. "Frey, it's me."

Holmes looked at the lush green overflowing from the fence, which was very conspicuous in the gray and white, and the outer perimeter of the fence was covered with beautiful ever-blooming roses. He heard the sound of footsteps coming from inside.

The door was opened.

The one who opened the door was a white-haired old man with a majestic and handsome face. He was wearing a white robe with gold foil. He pushed his glasses, "Luna?"

"Yes." Luna nodded, "Frey, I called Sherlock Holmes to come."

"And he seems to have pneumonia. Can you lend him your longevity soup?" Luna asked.

Frey pushed open the door, "That's no problem." He said, "But the longevity soup doesn't seem to be of much use to them."

"Just treat it as an ordinary hot spring, Mr. Holmes." Frey said quietly.

The old man's manners were dignified and elegant, and he was as precious as gold and jade.

This was the King of Plenty, Frey.

"Would you like some flower tea?" Frey asked, "Luna, I haven't seen you for a while."

"I think so." Luna followed him. After entering here, he found that it was a veritable garden, full of various plants, and even the furniture was made of plants grown naturally.

As expected of the King of Plenty, Holmes thought, it was indeed an enviable abundance.

"Sherlock Holmes." Frey repeated his name, "Nice to meet you, I'm Frey."

He stretched out a hand, and Holmes shook it with him.

"Your palms are indeed quite warm." Frey said, "If you believe me, I can prescribe a medicine for you according to the human physique."

Frey turned around and prepared to walk into the study, but before entering the study, he turned his head slightly, "Luna, help me look after the king's key."

"Okay." Luna raised his hand and made an OK gesture.

"Frey's key?" Holmes whispered.

Luna pointed to a small cup on the table. "This is it," she said. "Transfer abundance, produce abundance, and grant abundance."

Holmes retracted his gaze. "If he didn't want me to see it, he wouldn't have said it at all."

Frey came over with a small glass in his hand and handed it to Holmes. "Try this." He said, his eyes fell on the cup, then picked it up and played with it in his hands.

"This is my key." Frey said frankly, "But the so-called longevity soup can't make humans live a hundred years."

"It is said that it is water flowing from the hometown." Luna blinked, "It's still good for us."

"It can give you a sense of relaxation and home." Frey said, and picked up the teacup calmly, "Longevity soup is just a wish of the world."

"And we don't need any longevity soup to live long, right?" He asked back indifferently.

"I don't think I have ever lived a long life." Luna said, picking up the teacup.

I have to say that Frey's garden does have an inexplicable power. Since entering, I have been wrapped in a kind of abundance, which makes people feel very safe and sleepy.

"It's okay to rest here." Luna said, "Frey doesn't mind."

You can hear the spring water flowing slowly, and the occasional birds singing. The green plants are lush and green, which really makes people feel completely relaxed from the spirit to the body.

When Holmes woke up, he found himself lying in a small room facing the spring. He sat up and saw Luna sitting on the shore, without shoes, soaking his feet in the hot spring. Frey was also sitting next to him. They seemed to be communicating something.

"You got up." Frey turned his head, "You should not cough."

"But you should be hungry." Frey said, "Luna said your doctor asked you to stay in bed for seven days, but you don't look like a quiet person, so I took the initiative to let you sleep for four days in a row."

Luna raised his head and blinked, and his face was full of "should you praise me?

" Holmes took a deep breath.

"Thank you." He said. Was it the potion, the air here, or Frey's ability?

"Sleep is good." Frey said quietly, "I know that for energetic humans like you, you think sleep is a waste of life."

"But sleep is not just a rest." Frey said, scooping up a glass of water with a cup and pouring it down, "It also reminds you to end and renew, and not to bring certain things to a new day."

"You make sense," Holmes said. He didn't know when they were going to let him go, but he wasn't in a hurry, so he sat down.

"As you can see, I control abundance," Frey said. "This ability is enviable, but it's really difficult to activate."

"So I can only stay in this garden." Frey smiled, "and I have to prevent greedy people from exhausting me."

"Frey is often killed," Luna added, "Frey's nature is too easy for humans to restrain."

"Fortunately, Gold has always protected Frey." Luna said, "Few humans can distinguish between Gold and Frey who is the real King of Abundance."

"Then Gold is not very dangerous?" Holmes asked.

"She should be willing," Luna said, and Frey nodded. "We thirteen kings are a collective that advances and retreats together. The shortcomings of each one will be supplemented by another."

"Thirteen king keys, there can be no lack, and there can be no extra." Frey said, "This is our way of survival."

"So I will also protect Frey." Luna said seriously.

Frey laughed, but no special emotion could be heard.

"Compared to humans, I am indeed the weakest. Perhaps you have already found several ways to kill me." He said, reaching out his hand, scooping up a handful of longevity soup, and then letting the water flow through his fingers.

"But the world is like flowing water and quicksand. The harder you hold it, the less you can hold it." He said softly, "Just like this longevity soup."

"Maybe we should go." Luna said softly.

Frey nodded, "Indeed, young people should not stay in the hydrotherapy center."

"You should go back."

Holmes felt that Frey was like a white deer, with gentle eyes and mysterious aura, but as he said, he was not very harmful to humans. On the contrary, humans should be considered extremely harmful to him.

After all, there are thirteen kings, and the differences between the ones he has seen now are very large. It is normal to have such a king.

"Luna."

The girl who was looking for the timetable on the hub platform raised her head when she heard this. "Huh?"

"Is there no way for Frey to learn some self-protection methods?" The gray-eyed man lit a cigarette for himself and asked, "If you are a human, you can learn some martial arts or something like that. Don't you have this?" "

It's very difficult." The girl said, "This is the freedom that humans have."

"Our mass is too large, and we can only be anchored in our nature. If we change our course at will, the world will be turbulent." Luna replied.

"So if you don't like your fate, you can't resist it?" Holmes asked.

"I don't dislike my fate." Luna said softly, "I was born for it, and the whole world enriched its ability to give it to me, so my fate is my fate."

"I have nothing to say." She said quietly, "So go directly to Dr. Watson, and you can adjust the flow rate outside to the point where he is listening to the story."

"Can you reverse time?" Holmes asked.

"No," Luna said, "You can never step into the same river twice, and the same is true for the flow of time."

"Whether you are on the outside or inside of the world, you can only go to the future, not the past." Luna said softly, "But the flow rate is different."

"Then the so-called longevity soup." Holmes said.

"For those of you who exist before nature in the flow of time." Luna said softly, "It's just similar to your specimen fluid."

"Frey is the king of heroes. He will preserve them in bronze coffins and revive them when they return to their hometown." Luna said quietly.

Holmes seemed to suddenly understand what this process was.

He took a deep puff of cigarette, and the nicotine relaxed his nerves.

"Is that so?" He sighed deeply, "Then it really is the longevity soup."

When they returned to the surface world, it was dark. They stood at the door of a remote villa. I don't know why the rich owner chose such an inconvenient place for his residence. However, they didn't seem to be dilapidated, because the decorations had been carefully repaired and there was no sign of slackness.

It seems that this is indeed a house with a story. Holmes thought that the client's description of the complicated case should not be a lie.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Watson was soon called out. He was obviously surprised at his recovery, but this surprise passed too quickly, showing that the young doctor had something more in mind that attracted his attention.

"He is in love." Luna whispered, "Lilith said so."