Chapter 33: Givers are rich, plunderers are poor

"The air is really nice this morning." Sherlock Holmes said happily. Watson opened his eyes and found that he had returned to 221b.

"Because there was some riots last night," Holmes explained, "so Luna sent you and Miss Montos home."

"How is Luna now?" Watson sat up.

"What can she do?" Holmes said lightly, "She is something that cannot be shaken by the raging waters of the seven seas, how could she be anything?" "

I told you a long time ago that before you treat Luna as a little girl, she is a king first." Holmes said, Watson read his subtext, and the king cannot be bullied or humiliated.

"No matter what, Luna is a king." Holmes said easily, "I won't care too much about many things."

Watson took a long, deep breath.

"I'm not afraid of her revenge on me or anything." He murmured softly, "But seeing her so sad, I really feel guilty."

"Do I need to give you thirty minutes to feel guilty before I can tell you about my plans for today?" Holmes walked to the window and opened the curtains for him. "Look at the sunshine, what a beautiful day."

Watson said nothing more, put on his coat, and opened the door to the living room.

Then he was shocked.

The dining table was piled with precious fruits. Luna was sitting in front of him, eating raspberries on her fingers with relish. She smiled when she saw him.

"Frey sent the fruits over." She smiled and said, "They are all newly harvested by him."

Sitting on the other side of the dining table was an elegant old man with gentle manners. He nodded slightly, "Hello, I'm Frey."

"Would you like a sugar apple?" He picked up one of the strange-looking fruits and handed it to Watson, "But it's very sweet."

Frey, Watson felt a lump in his throat at the name instantly.

The King of Plenty, Frey.

The King's Key represents the Holy Grail of fertility and the holder of the Longevity Soup.

He is now sitting one step away from him.

Luna didn't look at him, but kept looking at the fruit intently. He knew that Luna probably didn't want his eyes to fall on him, nor did he want to read anything from his eyes.

The girl lowered her eyes and ate the fruit quietly, surrounded by a kind of lonely halo.

Frey lowered his head and looked at her. Watson read some kind of compassion in the old man's golden eyes for no reason.

And he looked at himself with such eyes.

It was as if the natural immortal species was looking at the hardworking people in the world.

"I just went to Sophie's place, and I'll go give some to Jenny later." Frey said, "This is a big harvest."

"Where is Jenny?" Luna said vaguely, holding the fruit in his mouth, "I haven't seen Jenny for a long time."

"She should be on the boat." Frey said, "You know her nature, she must be in a similar place. Half said she told her where she was this afternoon."

"Well," Luna nodded, "Are you going to stay with Jenny?"

"No." Frey shook his head, "I'd better go back."

The old man said goodbye and stood up. Holmes sat down at the table, picked up an orange and put it under his nose and sniffed it.

"How did Half know where Jenny was?" He asked a question casually.

Luna ate raspberries quietly. "It's very simple, because Lilith and Gold are a pair, and they are the same. Except for me, they are all in pairs."

"For example, Frey and Sean, when Sean appears in front of believers, he always uses Frey's majestic and noble face." Luna raised his finger and gestured. "Jenny and Half have the same relationship."

"Then Dobby and Riel also have their brothers." Holmes asked.

"Yes," Luna nodded, "but Lilith and Gold have the closest relationship."

"Because they hold the same nature, one half each?" Holmes said, putting the orange down.

Gold's symbols are roses and nightingales, while Lilith's are bread and swans.

The degree of mirroring of the two sisters is indeed obvious at a glance.

Then Half holds the principle of average, and Jenny must be the principle of aggregation.

"Jenny has a ton of followers," Luna said, raising his arms and gesturing exaggeratedly, "but they're much fewer than Half's."

"But Jenny's followers are all very powerful," Luna said casually, "They're all industry elites, princes and nobles, and Jenny herself is also very powerful, as powerful as Half."

"By the way, do Jenny and Half look alike?" Holmes asked, and Luna swallowed the raspberry, "Jenny is a gorgeous lady."

"With a pearl necklace, she looks like the goddess sculpture in front of the keel of a ship?" Holmes asked.

Luna stopped, looked at him, and nodded.

"Yes, that's Jenny."

"Then I saw her this morning," Holmes said, and Watson sat down, obviously confused by what was unfolding.

"You saw her?" Watson pressed his temples. "This morning. Wait, so how far has the case progressed?" "It's

probably almost solved," said Holmes. He raised a finger and placed it lightly on his lips. "Our case involves two extremely vicious murderers and a large amount of gold and silver treasures." "

But fortunately, I found traces and things left by the murderer in the villa last night, so this morning I was going to borrow a dog I trust very much to help us investigate." Holmes said, "As long as we have the nose of this good friend, we should be able to find the murderer who has not gone far by following the clues." "

The owner said that the dog can only be shipped to London at eight o'clock, so I came back first." Holmes explained, pointing to the clock at half past seven, "Then on my way back, I met this lady."

"What did she say to you?" Watson asked nervously.

"She made a condition," said Holmes. "She said she could give me some time to find the real murderer myself, but we have to take her with us."

"What does she want?" Watson asked.

"She was very frank about it," Holmes replied. "The treasure in this incident will belong to her. I questioned it, but she just smiled contemptuously and said that if you have the ability to get the treasure, she can also watch the show."

He looked up at the clock. "It's almost time. It looks like Miss Jenny will also come to visit."

Luna stood up before the doorbell rang, opened the door, and hugged the woman who came in.

"Jenny!" She exclaimed, "I haven't seen you for at least five or six years."

"I have been traveling in the tropics." A gentle voice came out, but this gentleness inadvertently brought out a bit of arrogance. Jenny managed to pull Luna off her body with white gloves with luxurious lace, and stretched out her hand leisurely, "Nice to meet you, gentlemen, I hope you still remember the agreement with me." "

Humans call me Jenny, one of the thirteen kings, and my real name is the Conqueror King." Her voice was soft, but condescending, revealing her true face in front of the two people. She had Roman black curly hair, ivory white skin, and her eyes were light gold like gold and champagne. The laurel wreath was flatteringly attached to her noble head, and she was wearing luxurious silk all over her body.

"I haven't seen you for a few years." Jenny took Luna's hand and smiled. "How is it? I heard that you have been in the human world for a while."

"But now is not the time to chat." Jenny smiled and returned to her human attire. "Come on, gentlemen, please show me where this cunning murderer has gone."

Holmes borrowed the dog as promised, and the end of the clue stopped at the dock of the Thames River.

"It seems that we can't catch up, and it's not a good idea to publish it in the newspaper, which will make it easier for the police to alert the enemy," Watson muttered to himself, "Since this property is related to Miss Monston."

Jenny played with her gloves quietly, watching the two men and the boatman's conversation.

"I said, if you have the ability to get the treasure, I can certainly give up my position." Jenny said politely, sitting elegantly on the white railing, blowing the river breeze.

"You probably know that we will face a dilemma here." Holmes came over and leaned against the railing beside her. Jenny blinked and did not answer.

"They left at three o'clock." Holmes lit a cigarette, "You know."

"Tell me, what other conditions do you have." He said bluntly.

"No conditions." Jenny said, "Luna wants to send Watson to his beloved girl."

"I can also help you find those two people." She whispered, "This is such a happy thing."

Jenny smiled, "The reason why I must follow is that I want to have a good position to see the expression of the heiress."

"She has been lonely all her life, but now she will be notified that she will become rich overnight," Jenny said slowly, "Then she will come here and be promised that she will find the treasure."

"Then." Jenny raised a hand, "Come out, my royal servants."

Holmes looked around and found that many large water birds had settled on the shore at some point.

No, this is not a water bird. Although they are as big as a duck, each of them has a human face.

"Siren," Jenny said with a smile, "Humans call them sirens."

"Take my treasure back, and catch him along the way." Jenny raised a slender jade finger and ordered calmly, her tone revealing an absolute majesty that could not be questioned and a tyranny that would not allow others to sleep soundly beside her bed.

"That man opened the treasure box," Jenny explained, "and scattered it all along the Thames." A contemptuous smile slid across the corners of her lips. "If you have the ability to take back the treasure, I can certainly stand by and watch."

"But I feel that this is not something that humans can do." Jenny said lightly, "So I accept it with a smile."

"I have a question." Holmes raised a hand.

"Go ahead." Jenny quietly gave permission.

"Is Miss Monston's life span related to the source of the treasure?" Holmes took a puff of cigarette and looked at the Thames in the early morning.

"To some extent, there is a cause and effect." Jenny said, "Those who give will be rich."

"And those who plunder will end up poor." Jenny said calmly, "I remember that humans have also summed up this truth."

"Then this empire seems to be very rich." Holmes raised his hand holding a cigarette and pointed to the waking city of London.

"Because time is a very long river, Mr. Sherlock Holmes." Jenny said softly, "Humans live very short lives."

"And there are many and complex human beings," Jenny said, "Some plunder and some give, some help and some conquer."

"Aren't you also linked together in this way?" Jenny asked back.

Holmes nodded, "But dedication is not worth it."

"Yes." Jenny said, "From a mathematical point of view, in the short term, this is the case."

"But above the short term, there is the long term, and above mathematics, there is philosophy." Jenny smiled, "Isn't it?"

"I think you should have felt some principles." Jenny played with her gloves silently, "We don't lie, sir."

"You know this."