Chapter 60 We must rush to our destiny.

Those were two terrible weeks, Sherlock Holmes could not help thinking. It was a sentry tower located in a barren mountain, about a hundred meters high. The iron staircase had rusted and rotted to the point where he could not walk. He was dragging a broken leg, so he could only temporarily stay on the top of the tower to try to save himself.

However, the top of the tower was very small, just enough for him to curl up and lean against the pillar. He had no doubt that if he fell asleep , he would probably fall down.

The view around was too good. He could not help but curse in his heart. If he remembered correctly, this would increase human fear of heights.

Fortunately, his leg showed no signs of infection.

He now remembered how his leg injury came about.

It was to save a little girl who came out of nowhere. In a hurry, he could only use his body to block her from some kind of dog-like creature.

And that little girl had a pair of heterochromatic eyes.

It was Luna, he thought. The girl was panicking at the time, as if she thought he was going to die. She really knew nothing about humans. Perhaps in her eyes, as long as humans started bleeding, they would completely lose their lives like a punctured red wine bottle.

So she stretched out her hand and placed it on his leg.

He felt a strange feeling, different from all the needles and medicines. This was a strange warm feeling, as if giving a new life to the torn muscles and tendons.

And indeed, such a serious wound did not leave a trace of scar in the end.

However, he remembered that Luna said a few days ago that she had no way to influence others to be reborn.

Perhaps the end was getting closer and closer, and her power was affected and restricted.

Unless she took over her part of the responsibility of judging, she could restore the ability to give new life, which was also what the so-called thirteen kings wanted to do.

In this way, he would settle everything in this world for her, and she could face that world, open that door, and awaken their Avalon.

Holmes heard the sound of water.

He knew that his train would cross some rivers, one of which had a high bridge over it.

If his guess was correct, Moriarty's assassin would definitely choose this river to strike.

He only had to wait, wait for Moriarty to make this prediction come true, wait for his guess to settle.

If the assassination failed, then Moriarty would realize that he had to do it himself to understand the connection between them.

He needed to reinforce this understanding for him.

Sherlock Holmes could only be killed by James Moriarty himself.

It seemed to have started to rain, and the cold raindrops knocked on the glass window, pulling out thin silver threads, adding a bit of horror to the already gloomy atmosphere.

It was indeed a good night for murder.

However, when he looked out the window, he saw a bright blue butterfly.

Of course he remembered this butterfly, the one that Luna had placed in Moriarty's office, and now it appeared in front of him.

The spider left the spider's nest.

This is what it wants to say.

It briefly stopped at the outside window, making sure he had seen it, and then flapped its wings and flew away.

It could fly so fast on such a rainy night. It was no longer an ordinary butterfly.

It was a fairy.

The end had come. Fairies, giants, or other creatures that only appeared in legends no longer tried to conceal their whereabouts. They began to get anxious. They were

anxious about whether the door to their hometown could be opened smoothly, whether they could end their poverty and wandering and go to their hometown.

Avalon.

Sherlock Holmes found himself smiling in his reflection. Indeed, no matter which British person he talked to, they would only think that it was a place that existed in their grandmother's fairy tales.

If you said you were going to Avalon, they would just send you to a mental hospital.

But Avalon was indeed there.

He looked at the newspaper spread out in front of him. Watson's story was very popular. He had never thought that his rebellious life would be so popular with so many people. After all, from a secular perspective, he was not successful.

Everyone was looking forward to the end of his journey, and he closed the story that was still being serialized.

We must rush to our destiny, he thought, whether it was him, Luna, or James Moriarty.

Luna stretched out her hand, and a beautiful blue butterfly landed on her hand. "Moriarty left his residence." She said, "It seems that Mycroft Holmes is still unable to send him directly to the gallows."

Gold picked up the beautiful golden spoon and ate the dessert. "That's really a pity." She said, "I think dying on the gallows and guillotine is also a rare highlight in life for some people. They can even preach by the way." "

Moriarty is not very interested in preaching." Luna said, she pushed open a matchbox and let the butterfly live in it. She quietly looked at the rain curtain outside the window and the stars in the distance. She knew that these lights did not come from scattered farmers.

But from the goblins.

"Everyone is looking forward to it," Gold said softly, "looking forward to the moment of returning home."

"They are migrating to the coast," Luna said, "they will be waiting for our good news on the White Coast."

"White Coast." Gold sighed slightly, "I haven't been to the White Coast for a long time."

"It's still the same there, the waves are as gentle as a lullaby, the sun is warm, and large patches of roses can be vaguely seen in the thin white mist." Luna said softly, "Just like in our dreams."

"Wait until that moonlit night," she continued to describe, "stars will rise on the sea, and our way back home will be woven with golden light, and then," she smiled, "whether it is giants, hounds, or goblins, we will walk on that road." "

Then return to our hometown," she said, "Speaking of which, Gold, do you still remember what Avalon looks like?"

Gold took a bite of the dessert, and she felt a kind of bitterness for no reason, "I don't remember."

"I have died many times too," she said softly.

"It's okay, Gold." Luna said seriously, "We always come back from the dead, and find what we have lost."

Gold looked into the girl's eyes. Sometimes, because she had been with humans for too long, she felt that she had an obligation to take care of Luna, but she suddenly realized that this girl was worthy of being the backbone of their return plan. There was no trace of fear or hesitation in her eyes.

There was only longing and determination.

She firmly believed that they would return to their hometown. She

firmly believed that their hometown was as described, with spring all year round, flowers blooming, grass as green as a carpet, springs clear and transparent, and ancient heroes sleeping in bronze coffins until the world fell into a desperate crisis again.

Gold retracted his gaze.

"Yes." She nodded, "We will return to our hometown."

"Absolutely." She said softly.

"Hometown will wait for our return as gently and eternally as in our countless dreams." Gold said, her eyes fell on the luxurious gold, but she knew that these were worthless compared to Avalon.

Luna laughed, her eyes curved, as innocent as a child, but children are also the most steadfast.

"So, Gold," she smiled, "our story must be a very beautiful story."

"Like a fairy tale." She said.

"Fairy tale," Gold smiled, "Yes, fairy tale, we originally came from fairy tales."

She looked out the window, the train entered a platform, which showed that it had reached the border of France, they were about to enter Switzerland, Switzerland was the last stage, the last battlefield.

"Speaking of which, the scenery in Switzerland is actually quite nice," Gold said, "and there are a lot of delicious food." Luna

opened her eyes with great interest, "That's really great."

Gold changed into fluent German and began to talk to the waiter about whether he could order some specialties for them directly.

"Our journey was unexpectedly smooth." Luna sighed softly.

"Of course." Gold said, but she didn't have the slightest idea of ​​taking it lightly. She was concentrating on paying attention to the mixed desires conveyed by the gold at all times, such as the waiter just now.

He didn't seem to be so proficient in German.

Or, he was not a native German speaker. She clearly said that she would find a local for her.

"I think Moriarty's plan for the two of you will probably be to follow you closely." She remembered Holmes' analysis, "After all, with you here, Moriarty probably still has some awe of you and Mirabeau, the two kings who are the most harmful to mankind."

"But this also means that he will want to isolate you alone." The man with gray eyes said.

She certainly didn't want him to succeed.

Gold looked at the waiter's back quietly, but because of her nature, she really wanted to know what plan and conspiracy the waiter had.

"I really have a bad nature." Gold sighed sincerely.

"But I like Gold very much." Luna said sternly.

Gold laughed, she played with the golden cup, and suddenly felt the message from her king's key.