Chapter 4 The King of Relief, Half, the King of Average Law

"Where did he go?" Holmes asked.

Watson sat on the sofa by the window, smoking a cigarette and looking at the flyer he handed over. "He wanted to stay here, but when he thought of Luna, he hurriedly said goodbye."

"I tried my best to explain to him that Luna was just born with some special abilities, but he was not a bad kid." Watson turned the flyer over. "Relief Society?"

"The name of this religion is quite interesting." He said, and then put the flyer aside. "So what happened to Luna?"

"It can't be because the sheriff avoided her and was hit hard." Watson lowered his voice.

"She was indeed hit hard, but a sheriff doesn't have this ability." Holmes said, sticking the Relief Society flyer on the wall, taking a step back, as if looking at the elements on it, "Because in a gloomy neighborhood, this Relief Society has hundreds of believers."

"Then how many believers does she have?" Watson asked quietly.

"She doesn't even have a believer yet." Holmes replied, "So Watson, can you go and comfort her, or ask Mrs. Hudson to make her some dessert or something?"

When Watson knocked on the girl's door with a piece of cream cake, she was sitting at the desk, flipping through the encyclopedia carefully, using a fountain pen to press her chin hard, leaving a noticeable dent on her pale skin.

Then she raised her head, her pair of heterochromatic eyes clearly pretending to be unhappy, like a rabbit that lost a fight and had its ears bitten.

"I knew she was powerful, but I didn't expect her to be this powerful." Luna cut off a piece of cake with a fork, "I have been born for more than ten years, but I still don't have a believer."

"Then how many years has she been born?" Watson asked in a gentle voice, leaning forward slightly with a smile.

"A thousand years?" Luna tilted her head slightly, "Maybe, maybe two thousand years."

Watson laughed softly, "Then don't worry, miss, time can do a lot of things."

"I'm not in a hurry to surpass him." Luna lowered her eyes and forked the strawberry, "It's just that if I can't be as powerful as them, I always feel embarrassed to continue to be friends with them."

Watson couldn't help but be slightly surprised. He had imagined the relationship between these so-called thirteen kings. According to Holmes's description of the other world he strayed into, it was a dark, silent, and violent world.

Coupled with the girl's extreme desire for believers, they thought that the thirteen kings were probably in a competitive relationship, at most maintaining superficial harmony.

But it seems that the girl sincerely believes that they are a community of interests, and even that it is in line with the human understanding of the word friend.

"If they also value you, they will not stop being friends with you just because you are different." Watson raised a hand and said with a smile, "In fact, from the perspective of humans, different people are more likely to become friends."

The girl nodded and tasted the cream carefully.

"So they have any signs of abandoning you?" Watson asked cautiously.

"Abandon?" The girl tilted her head slightly, and after a while, "What do you mean?"

"It means they don't want you to stay with them anymore," Watson chose his words carefully, "Why did you come to this world by yourself?"

"Because they said they came here when they were young," the girl replied, "and told me that this place is very interesting, and humans are also very interesting."

"I asked them how to develop humans into believers," Luna said unhappily, "Then they talked a lot, I didn't remember it at all, and then they said, don't worry about believers or not, anyway, go and see humans first."

Watson pushed open the door with the empty plate, and was about to share the new information with his friend, but he pushed open several doors and couldn't find the figure of the famous detective at all.

"Mrs. Hudson?" Watson couldn't help shouting, "Where is Holmes?"

"He's been out for ten minutes." Mrs. Hudson poked her little head out from under the handrail of the stairs and answered, "What's wrong?"

Watson twisted his hands together and rubbed them hard, indicating that nothing was wrong, as long as he was happy.

"By the way, he said a guest will be coming soon, please greet him." Mrs. Hudson turned her head and added, "He said Miss Luna would be interested, even if your consolation failed, it doesn't matter."

"How could my consolation fail?" Watson couldn't help but retort, "Miss Luna is completely cheered up now."

"Are you sure?" Mrs. Hudson smiled, "I'm afraid you are just adding fuel to the little girl's emotions, so you say you are completely fine."

Watson returned to the room, opened the curtains, and looked out of the window. Not long after, a man in tattered clothes looked around, as if he was carefully identifying the house number, and finally knocked on the door.

The girl poked out a fluffy head from under him and looked at the man seriously.

"Alas, he is indeed a believer of His." The girl said softly. Watson saw from the reflection of the glass that the six-pointed star in the girl's eyes lit up for a moment, and then quickly went out.

There were footsteps on the stairs, and the man began to go upstairs.

"Excuse me, are you Dr. Watson?" The other party knocked on the door. "Mr. Sherlock Holmes said he ordered a bunch of rudbeckias. You can sign for it."

Watson opened the door and let him in to put the flowers in the vase in the living room. The girl leaned over and looked at him. The man was still very young, with a red face, holding a large bunch of rudbeckias. She seemed to know this kind of flower. The petals were golden and the center was black.

The girl couldn't help but reach out her hand, holding the corner of the man's clothes, and shook it slightly. "Sir, can you tell me how you became a believer of Him?"

"What are you talking about?" A trace of panic flashed across the man's face. The girl raised her hand and pointed at the bouquet in his arms.

"It's the king you will give the rudbeckia to." Luna closed his eyes and thought hard, "The one you call Half."

"The King of Relief." The girl reported His name, and the man's eyes fell on the flyer posted on the wall of the living room.

Then he looked at Watson, "Excuse me, do you want to join our cult?"

Watson was arranging the petals, and was glad that he was not facing him at this time, so he had time to adjust his expression, "Well, I heard that he can do what we want for us."

"The King of Relief only helps the weak." The man lowered his voice, "He will only help you if your enemy is much stronger than you."

"It seems that it is indeed Half." The girl clapped her hands and said, "His symbols are scales and goldenrod, right?"

"It seems that the little sister seems to know something about our cult." The man's eyes fell on the girl, and he couldn't help but relax a little.

She may not know anything about your cult, but she may know a lot about your god, Watson thought to himself.

"Then what miracles can He do?" Watson asked, "How can I get His mercy?"

"Why do you believe in her?" The girl said, leaning forward slightly, "It seems that you have someone to avenge."

"But if he is guilty, don't you have police, detectives, and judges?" the girl asked curiously.

"Little sister, if the judge can punish all the sinners," the man said, "then no one will believe in any gods, and this world will be heaven itself."

"Sherlock Holmes said so too." The girl murmured softly, "but he said that if I erase all the sinners, no one will thank me."

"Humans are so troublesome." She uttered a dissatisfied aria, she raised her head, and in an instant the symbols in her heterochromatic eyes lit up together, but she seemed to be disappointed with the result, and her eyes returned to the dull velvet.

The blood color on the man's face faded inch by inch, and gradually turned pale.

"What are you talking about?" the man said. Watson picked up the kettle, poured a glass of clean water and handed it to him, "Relax, man, drink some water first."

Then his eyes fell on the girl. The girl sat up straight in an instant like a student who had made a mistake. "But he is already His believer and has faced the mystery," she defended herself, "Will he be afraid of my true thoughts?"

Watson sighed and shrugged helplessly, "It seems to be true, young Miss God."

The man drank a sip of clean water. He seemed to be relieved from the extreme fear just now and could accept the fact that he was looking into the eyes of some kind of mystery.

The girl bowed her head slightly. "I'm sorry," she said, as if she was applying a formula, and as if she was sincere. "I feel guilty for what I did."

"As you know," the man swallowed, "the one who helped me called himself the King of Savior. Humans named him Half. He needs us to offer him golden chrysanthemums as a sacrifice, and we must make sure that we are weak and have nothing to the enemy."

"No power, no hope, no possibility." The man said softly, "and he will take back what we have been deprived of."

"This is the King of Savior, Half, the King of Equality."

In a small church built of gray marble, the gray-eyed detective uttered these words at the same time.

He sat on the pulpit without hesitation. The doctrines, pamphlets, and old news were spread out in front of him. He picked out these words from them and read them out calmly.

And on the altar surrounded by golden chrysanthemums, in front of the gilded scales, a figure sat there.

"Logically, even if someone is bored and deduces my name and nature, I will not meet him." The charming woman stretched out a hand wrapped in black lace gloves but inexplicably scarred. This was an extremely beautiful woman, but there were countless hideous scars on her body. She exuded a rotten smell, but it seemed to contain an incomparably tenacious vitality, like the grass and trees growing in the shade. "Nice to meet you, Sherlock Holmes." "

My friend seems to be benefiting from your care." She said with a smile, "I'm different from her. I'm an old monster who has lived for two thousand years. I dare say that I have a good understanding of human beings. From the perspective of wisdom, you seem impeccable." "

But what are you going to do with your wisdom to her?" Half asked with a smile, "What do you think you can do to gods like us?"

"You may think I'm pretentious." The gray-eyed man gently kissed the lady's outstretched hand from a distance, "But I also think that modesty is not a virtue."

"So I think I can at least give Luna something." Holmes said.

"She is the youngest among us, and the most powerful." Half lowered her eyes and looked at the information spread on the ground. "I have to say that you seem to have some ability to see the subtle and fleeting truth from other things." "

I don't need to tell you the story of that person again." Half said lightly, "Then, please ask, do you think I shouldn't show kindness to that poor man?"