Chapter 56 The world always rises from the ashes of

public affairs.

Sherlock Holmes once thought, if he could choose what to use his life for.

The only option that made him hesitate must be public affairs.

He sometimes thought about this belief that came without cause and effect, why dying for more people would be more attractive than dying for money or power.

Who did this concept come from, was it the ambitious and scheming Mycroft Holmes since childhood, or the bedtime stories of his mother and grandmother.

In short, it is deeply rooted.

For some people, it is not.

The public, or the people, is nothing more than firewood and nutrients, and then after losing their use value, they become ashes, or even garbage.

He looked at the slums under the bridge. They were more pious than anyone else, because apart from piety, they had no way to get peace.

He remembered that Prince Albert seemed to try to promote their welfare during his lifetime, but it did not seem to be successfully implemented. Mycroft said that children and the elderly also need to work, and everyone is busy and hardworking all their lives.

In the end, they were left with nothing.

But some people are still greedy for such a miserable world.

"The nobles want to start wars, and the merchants want to sell wars." Holmes said, "James Moriarty is indeed sharp and unique in the world. He knows all the dark thoughts of these people, so he wants to catalyze everything and control everything, so that he can take the lead and get more things."

"Well." Luna answered casually, "What about you, do you want to stop the war?"

"Maybe I can only destroy Moriarty's criminal empire." The gray-eyed man rarely showed a bitter smile, and he seemed to have never shown his fatigue in front of others.

This was inconsistent with this always proud and domineering man. Luna was startled by this abnormality, so she looked at his face.

"But you believe that the world will move towards a bright path." The girl said.

"Are you comforting people?" The gray-eyed man laughed briefly.

"No," Luna said solemnly, "I'm stating the facts."

"Sean told me to tell you, don't worry about the storm coming, because the world always rises from the ashes." She said seriously, word by word.

Holmes smiled. This was indeed in line with the mysterious and enigmatic nature of creatures like them.

He looked around, and the reflection of Moran's sniper rifle flashed again.

He seemed to suddenly understand what Sean meant.

Thanks to human beings themselves, it is too easy to kill a person now.

Does it mean that the good days of the nobles who charge in tin cans and can be redeemed by their families even if they are defeated are over?

And they never realize the coming of the storm.

Mycroft also said, Sherlock, don't be afraid of this war. It may be cruel and dark, but it may be some kind of dawn and opportunity.

You just need to eliminate the interference of supernatural forces in the world. It has its own powerful and stubborn ecosystem.

It will take care of itself.

"Sean is right," he repeated, "the world always rises from the ashes."

He suddenly wanted to make a joke, "then you don't have any plan to comfort me?"

Luna pondered.

The girl gently pulled his hand, and her footsteps were always light, as if she had a special barrier to the world, or to protect the world from being eroded by her.

"No preparation." Luna said honestly, and she thought hard for a while.

"Lilith said," she said seriously, "human beings can only be comforted when they get what they want and have positive expectations."

"Or, get love." She said.

"So which one do you want?" She said, "Sean probably gave you expectations, so what do you want?"

"Or," she blinked her special eyes of different colors and tilted her head curiously, "love?"

Holmes knew that he shouldn't joke with Luna.

Because she always seemed to be able to easily throw difficult problems back to herself.

Luna blinked, as if curious about his answer.

"If I say it's love, how will you get it for me?" Holmes smiled, "Let Lilith come?"

"Gold said that not everyone likes Lilith's love." Luna said, "She thinks you won't like it."

"So," the gray-eyed man seemed to have caught something, "you discussed this issue with Gold."

"Well, then." Luna said, she raised her head calmly, breathing the cinder-filled air of London, "The final outcome was that she said if it really didn't work out, she would give you her king's key."

Feeling that this was Gold's own bad taste, Holmes believed it without a doubt. Sure enough, Gold's bad nature was something she couldn't control, just like a cat always wants to push the ball off the table.

And the king of despair is now sitting on the tombstone behind the church. The Rose Church is indeed worthy of its reputation. The cemetery is full of roses, which makes the people buried here have some fantasy, mostly poets or artists.

However, Holmes knew that a general was buried in this cemetery.

Who said that the blood stains on the white shirt are not counted as more than 300 brown roses in full bloom?

Gold was feeding a young wyvern. She threw the bloody meat to the dragon cub carelessly. Its blood-red eyes were not only hungry for blood and flesh, but also stared at the golden ring on the blonde woman's finger.

"You're here." Gold smiled.

"Gold." Luna let go of Holmes' hand and rushed over in an instant. She hugged Gold tightly. "I heard from Sherlock that you seem to be very dangerous in Moriarty's plan." "

That's normal." Gold smiled and stroked Luna's back gently. The scarlet eyes stared at Holmes' face emotionlessly from the girl's shoulder, making him feel a familiar sense of strangeness and terror.

Gold was the most terrifying of the thirteen kings, and it was still the same.

King of Despair, when you see through her essence, you can experience this deep fear and realize what kind of creature is under this exquisite golden shell.

However.

Holmes had to change his mind.

Gold was not an evil creature.

It can even be said that she is much better than Moriarty, because she is working hard for balance and loyalty to this ecosystem.

"I am here to protect you." Gold laughed, "How can a knight be safer than a king?"

"But Mirabeau seems to be." Luna whispered.

"Mirabeau is not as annoying as me." She smiled, still holding Luna with one hand, and skillfully took off her ring with one hand.

"Take it." She smiled, her lips curved into a perfect and elegant arc. "You have already thought about how to use it, haven't you?"

Holmes said nothing more.

He took the ring.

The ring was sparkling with light and shadow, just like the beautiful and quiet Rhine River.

"In Switzerland." Gold said calmly, "They will hold a peace conference."

"Sean, Jenny and Persson will be there." She smiled, "Killing, conquest, and secrets, when they gather together, I think the war is about to come."

But this conference was named the Peace Conference.

It's also very interesting.

"Then nature gave birth to despair." She whispered, "and."

Her eyes fell on Luna.

Holmes certainly knew that it would also bring judgment and rebirth.

This is the most suitable coming-of-age ceremony for Luna.

Everything is just right.

The star map of fate has moved to the right figure, and every gear is precisely engaged.

Holmes didn't know whether all this was inevitable or the conspiracy of these creatures.

And as a chess piece, he must move forward.

He voluntarily walked into this chessboard.

Once a pawn crosses that line, it cannot return to its own chessboard.

And now that he has crossed that line,

he should move forward.

He must reach Switzerland now. He put the ring into the inner pocket of his coat, but avoiding Moran and Moriarty is another problem.

Everything must be just right.

Moreover, his eyes fell on Luna.

He also needs to take such a girl with a very distinctive appearance.

Gold smiled, "If you think Luna is troublesome, she can certainly go our way."

"No." Holmes said, the gray-eyed man's tone was firm and full of unquestionable pride, "To be precise, you have to act with me."

"Since Moriarty has Sean's bullet, he won't use it against me alone." He said, "He may be looking forward to your passage opening so that he can sneak in together."

"I hope that from now on, you will not open the road to the gap between the worlds, and it is best not to use the king key again. He should be waiting for the opportunity for you to use it to do something." Holmes suggested, "People inside should stay inside. If there is no occasion to use them, don't come out again. People outside should go to Switzerland like humans."

"If someone is not in Switzerland," he said, "I can help provide a plan. After all, we don't know what Moriarty's plan is, how much he knows about your world, and we can be regarded as comrades in arms to a certain extent now, so there is a greater chance of success if there is an overall arrangement."

Gold laughed.

She nodded.

"Yeah." She smiled, "Sean is already in Switzerland."

"Persson's attributes are secret, which means that unless he is marked once, he will be invisible to everyone. In theory, there is no need to worry about him, but you'd better know his nature and situation." Gold said, her voice was clear and elegant. Holmes thought that her natural attraction and temptation to humans were enough to be considered in his plan.

He seemed to understand why Gold was also going to Switzerland, and why she gave the king's key to him now. When she was with her king's key, her nature was more intense and easier to see through. When they were apart, even he couldn't help but be moved by this temptation and thought she was noble and beautiful.

"Persson is now in a port city in southern France, and Jenny is in Berlin, Germany." Gold said with a smile, "Then we'll trouble you."