Chapter 46 I am alive again

"You are awake." Mirabeau said, he looked noble and gentle, like the darkness that sheltered all things from sleep. He was wearing a simple black suit, but when he moved, there seemed to be a faint stream of light like stars on the black background.

And it must be said that although his hotel was not impressive in appearance, the interior was very comfortable. The brass bathtub was full of water, with the fragrance of flowers, fruits and trees, and there was a table of refreshments on the small table on the side, enough to entertain the most picky and extravagant nobles.

Maybe those legends of dreamland have some basis, Holmes thought, he sat down, Mirabeau was still flawless in his eyes, and he could not interpret any relevant information and secrets.

Holmes decided to accept the arrangement first, take a good bath, and then see what arrangements they had.

The sun had already set, and a vast shadow enveloped the entire world. Mirabeau and Gold were sitting in the courtyard sharing the same bottle of wine. The scarlet wine was poured into a transparent glass, and there was an indescribable horror and beauty in the night.

Holmes noticed Mirabeau's shadow.

His shadow was not cast on the ground by the light, but extended like the roots of a plant, merging into a large area of ​​unlit shadows, forming a whole, while Gold's shadow was emitting a faint golden luster, as if it was mixed with gold sand.

"Would you like a glass?" Mirabeau raised his glass, "It's brewed by Frey. It can be said that it's difficult to drink better wine in this world."

"Thank you." The gray-eyed young man sat down at the table and took a glass. "It seems that this matter is also related to the interests of the two of you."

Mirabeau blinked his eyes, "No one likes people who overstep their authority."

Gold held the glass and looked at the street scene by himself.

"So do you plan to find him and punish him?" Holmes asked.

"Punish?" Mirabeau laughed. "How do you think we will punish him?"

"Since you mentioned usurpation, I guess you two are more powerful than that man." Holmes said calmly, picked up the wine glass and touched it to his lips.

"Only humans can kill humans," Gold said, "just as only humans can redeem humans."

"There's really not much we can do." She said.

Mirabeau glanced at her. "Gold is the one among us who is the most harmful to humans. Since she said so, it seems that we really don't have many ways."

"I like humans very much." Gold picked up the wine glass and drank it all. The ring in her hand was shining even in the overwhelming shadow. She spoke fluent and cold German, just like the Rhine River flowing quietly in autumn, which reminded Holmes of the ancient European legend.

The Rhine Gold, the Ring of the Nibelung.

Since the shadow god in ancient Egyptian legend was sitting in front of him, it was not so absurd that the ring on this woman's hand was the Rhine Gold.

Moreover, it did exude a certain mysterious attraction from the first time he saw it, and it seemed that there was a voice in his heart that if you get this ring, you can get everything you want in the world.

He remembered the few words he had read in a book a few days ago, "It is said that He who holds the Nibelung Ring is called the King of Plenty by the world."

Gold laughed, "Well, that's true."

The gray-eyed young man's eyes fell on her, his eyes were bright and sharp, "But I don't think so."

Gold turned her scarlet eyes, and her pupils expanded due to the lack of light, becoming rounder and less aggressive.

"Is that so?" She smiled, holding up an empty cup with a few drops of wine still in it, as if a few drops of blood had been spilled. "Then what do you think my real name should be?"

"It's hard for me to say for sure," said the young man, "but I think the king who holds the Ring of the Nibelung is definitely not a benevolent ruler."

"That makes sense." Gold said, sitting up straight. "As you can see, I am indeed the holder of the Ring of the Nibelung, and the king who is the most harmful to mankind."

"Unrestrained lust, the urge to destruction, the source of strife, the creator of collapse." She said slowly, "His name is Gold, the King of Despair."

"And I am the king of oblivion and closure, sleep and renewal," Mirabeau said, "the master of shadows and memories, responsible for keeping the skeletons in the closet, the hermit who no one can visit, the king of the future."

"We are the guards who protect the thirteen kings, the kings who have the most influence and harm to mankind." Mirabeau said, "We also mentioned to you that the events you encountered were undoubtedly affected by the nature of Xina."

"Xi Na is the king of reversal," Gold said, "its nature is extremely terrible and terrifying."

"It is also one of the most coveted abilities of mankind." Gold said, her finger touched the ring on her hand, "probably second only to me."

Mirabeau looked at his wine, "We don't know to what extent the situation has developed now, but we can share our abilities with believers, such as Half, Sean or Jenny Lilith who have many believers. We don't care if their abilities have been used, but Xi Na almost never accepts believers." "

Simply put, we suspect that someone is collecting our blessings." Gold concluded, "This is not a good thing."

"What will happen if someone collects the abilities of the thirteen kings?" asked Holmes.

"It's hard to say, because we haven't gathered them together yet." Gold said, "But our goal is to open the door of our hometown and return to the inner side of the world, which is what you call Utopia or Avalon."

Holmes was silent for a while. Even he had to think about such information. Although it is impossible to declare anyone guilty without evidence, he felt that Professor Moriarty's desire for these abilities might not be limited to the King of Reversal.

And he was probably not someone who was interested in Avalon in fairy tales.

Just hearing about these abilities is enough to make people shudder.

Mirabeau brought a pot of roast chicken and rice, "After dinner, we will go to the Black Temple."

Gold picked up the spoon to show that he had no objection to this arrangement.

The roast chicken and rice were very delicious. Holmes finished a cup of black coffee, put on his hat, and picked up his cane. "Excuse me, how do we get there?"

Gold took off the ring from her ring finger, touched it lightly on the door, and then she opened the door.

What appeared behind the door was no longer the inconspicuous little hotel. A gray, dusty world appeared in front of him.

Holmes walked in.

This was the gap between the surface world and the inner world, the ashes of tragic material scarcity.

"Will there be a rainstorm tonight?" Gold asked.

"No," Mirabeau said, "It's a good day."

In the dusty station, the black locomotive slowly appeared in the mist. When the train arrived, Gold took off the ring again, and the world turned over. They stood on the hot land of Egypt again.

In the distance stood a pair of black pyramids, which were not black because of the night, but were built in this color.

They were exactly the same and kept silent at the same time.

"The two pyramids are buried with a pair of brothers." Mirabeau introduced, "They are Osiris and Set, who you are familiar with."

He looked at Gold, as if he wanted her to tell the story next. The blonde woman blinked and looked at the pyramids, "Well, I'm sorry about that."

Holmes knew that the brothers killed each other for the throne, causing long suffering. Although Osiris's son avenged his father later, the trauma they experienced would not disappear immediately because of a happy ending.

It sounds like Gold played a role in it.

After all, she admitted that she was the source of the dispute.

"But I haven't been retaliated against, I was killed." Gold said.

Holmes looked at the blonde woman.

She looks like this now, is she a ghost?

"I'm alive again." Gold said briefly, "Of course it may not be me anymore, you can say they killed the King of Despair once."

"Then they buried me under these two pyramids, and the remaining properties in my body overflowed and turned them all black." Gold said, "Of course I'm alive again now, but I died several times before, so my body below has been reused long ago."

"What about the Ring of the Nibelung?" Holmes asked.

Gold smiled, "Before I was killed, I had already given it to the brothers."

Sure enough, Holmes thought, she gave the ring to Osiris and Set, which triggered the riot, but she was killed.

But it seems that she has no anger or dissatisfaction with being killed by humans, and it can even be said that she has some playfulness and praise.

She is really a pure god.

"Well, this is the pyramid that other tour guides can't find." Gold said, "The black pyramid, I think it is quite tasteful in terms of artistic achievement."