Chapter 62 Winner Takes All

"A lot of people have come to Switzerland recently," said the waitress. She was a young Swiss girl wearing a somewhat deliberate national costume. She brought a traditional cheese plate and a glass of beer and handed them to the guests sitting in the outdoor seats.

A British, the waitress thought. The black clothes and the man's demeanor and temperament all showed that he was a British. His pupils were a mixed light color, perhaps gray.

"A lot of British people have come to Switzerland recently," the waitress smiled, "They all ordered this, which should be more suitable for your taste."

"Thank you." The man with gray eyes said, he picked up a piece of biscuit, spread a portion of goat cheese on it evenly, then put half a strawberry on it and slowly put it into his mouth.

"It's really good." He praised, "A lot of British people come here?" He asked casually.

The waitress smiled and nodded attentively. She thought she might get a generous tip from this guest, so she stood aside and continued to chat with him.

"Yes." The waiter said, "We received a very generous guest yesterday."

"How generous?" The guest smiled. His lips were light pink and thin. He should have looked a bit mean, but for some reason he had a charm that made people want to talk.

"He gave me an unexpected tip." The waiter said, "He looks like an old intellectual and dressed very simply."

"Maybe he thinks you are very diligent and hardworking." The gray-eyed man smiled, "People of his age always like to show off their strength to young girls."

"You are right." The waiter said.

"Come here for a vacation, and let a few young people worship him, then his empty and lonely life seems to have gained young nourishment." The gray-eyed man joked.

"Yes." The waiter smiled, "He looks very busy at work. He probably seldom comes out. Even here, he keeps receiving telegrams. Finally, he left in a bad mood."

"I hope he didn't encounter anything bad." The gray-eyed man picked up the wine glass and touched the beer foam with his lips. "Switzerland is really suitable for vacation. Anyone who wants to interrupt my vacation will become my lifelong enemy."

The waiter was amused by this joke.

"But there are many businessmen and politicians coming here recently." The waiter said, "After all, you should also know about that meeting."

The gray-eyed man nodded knowingly, "Yes, now your Switzerland is the center of the world."

The waiter smiled, "I can make more money recently."

The gray-eyed man took out a tip tactfully.

"Then I wish you a prosperous financial source recently." The gray-eyed man smiled.

The waiter left with satisfaction.

Yesterday, Moriarty entered from here. Sherlock Holmes thought that he probably had received news that the killers had something wrong. Those telegrams were to inform him of this.

But there is still someone who can give him the news.

Who is this person who gave him the news?

It is very likely to be Moran.

Moran is still alive, Holmes thought, this is really troublesome.

He put down his beer and silently observed every guest.

This hotel is located at the border of Switzerland just after France, so the business is good. Of course, the more people there are, the easier it is for him to hide in it. He parted ways with Persson last night. There is no benefit for the two of them to be together, because as long as Holmes is by his side.

Moriarty will infer that he is not human.

Persson's ability is indeed extremely difficult to deal with.

You can't even pay attention to him, so how can you target him.

But once Persson is noticed, he is just a slow and ordinary piece of meat like a sloth. Holmes thought, it must be said that even the ancient gods do not have invulnerable and invincible creatures.

So it is better to keep Persson from being noticed, as long as he is by Gold or Mirabeau's side. He can't protect Persson better than them.

He picked up a piece of cheese and made himself look like a leisurely traveler. Where is Gold's ring? He thought, Gold said that there is no need to worry about losing it. If she needs it urgently, she will ask Jenny to send her Siren to find the ring.

Siren is naturally sensitive to treasures. How many treasures in the world can surpass the Nibelung Ring?

"If the ring falls into Moriarty's hands," Holmes pondered and said, "will you also know Moriarty's whereabouts?"

"Yes." Gold replied calmly.

"He really wants my ring." Gold said, playing with the round ice cubes in the cup. "Moriarty is extremely confident in his abilities and thinks he can control my ring."

Luna blinked when she heard it. She held the apple juice and looked at the street scene. "But speaking of it," Luna said vaguely, "Moriarty doesn't seem to be too attentive to Holmes."

"Because of this meeting." Gold said, "Holmes is just an event to him, and this meeting is the new starting point of his empire."

"Besides," Gold said softly, "He believes that with the arrival of a new era, we will also become his tools and slaves."

Luna nodded.

She drank the apple juice sip by sip, "His feeling seems to be correct."

"So we must return home." Luna said, "right at this point in time, on the eve of the arrival of a new era for mankind, return to our hometown."

"Otherwise, who knows what kind of monsters humans will become." Luna said softly.

"In short, the new era is no longer suitable for us to survive." Gold said, she was drinking a glass of lemonade, "So compared to concentrating on killing Sherlock Holmes, Moriarty is more concerned about whether he can get on the ship to the new world."

"Even become the helmsman." Gold said.

"He is at most a rat in the cabin." Luna blew a laugh through her nose, "I remember that the helmsman will not waste other people's things casually."

Gold smiled .

"You are right." She said, she looked at the clock tower not far away, "Today we will meet up with them."

"Are we going to take Half, Frey and Dolby with us?" Luna yawned. She felt that Switzerland was indeed a beautiful place, which made her want to sleep hard.

"Sean has a lair in Zurich," Gold replied, "Xina and Lilith are there now."

"Well," Luna yawned, "Mirabeau is in Geneva, waiting for Persson."

"Halph and Riel are waiting for Jenny in Schaffhausen," Gold added, "The meeting will be held in Zurich, and we will all go to Zurich in the end."

"Sherlock Holmes is in Geneva now," Gold said, "He and Moriarty entered Switzerland through France."

Luna nodded.

But he would not come to Zurich, which was the plan that the gray-eyed man told him before they set off.

"Zurich is a relatively prosperous city." Holmes said, "He wants to kill me by falling. There are many ways, but they are very hasty and not in line with his behavior."

He needs a ritual that is rich in mythology to give himself a mysterious color and successfully plunder the power of the ancient god.

So he will not choose this place in the downtown area.

And if he does not go to Zurich, but tries to avoid him.

Then he will surely be eager to hunt him down when he is free.

What Holmes has to do is to walk through the mountains of Switzerland. He has spread the word that he is going to take a soul purification journey and want to get out of these mystical studies.

So he will walk through the Alps, then go to Egypt, and finally reach Tibet, visiting every master in the prosperous place of mysticism to try to save himself from his unfortunate fate.

Moriarty will believe it, he thought, because in Moriarty's eyes, he is an extremely indomitable little insect. Even if he is framed by a fate as strong as a mountain and as strong as iron, he will make a final dying struggle.

This is in line with Moriarty's expectations of him.

He wants to take advantage of this expectation.

He asked the waiter for a map and ordered a local tobacco leaf from Switzerland.

Since this was the last journey, he thought, he should treat it as a real journey.

He was here for a vacation.

Before the hardest work came, he would enjoy his vacation.

"Switzerland is a travel destination in the hearts of many people." He said to the girl, "Many Europeans think it is the most beautiful place in the world."

"There are pure snow-capped mountains and lakes. You can also treat it as a rare journey."

Luna blinked her eyes. She looked at the transparent lake with a few white swans floating on it. She would wait here, waiting for all creatures to go to the white coast, waiting for Moriarty's death to return the power that belonged to them.

Then.

They would embark on the last journey.

The last miracle and dream night.

She stretched out her hand, and a little fairy sat on her finger. She tilted her head slightly and asked, "Switzerland, is there anything delicious and fun?"

The little fairy chattered.

They should also say goodbye to this world, Luna thought, and this world is indeed beautiful.

"Gold." Luna said, "Do those big shots also think this place is beautiful?"

"I think so." Gold leaned on the railing and fed the swans casually, "Otherwise why would they choose this place?"

"But," Luna said softly, "they want to destroy everything."

Gold smiled, "This is a human thing."

"It's just that humans always have inexplicable luck and are well protected by certain people." Gold sighed casually, "This is human beings."

"So I am often fascinated by humans." Gold said.

Luna nodded, "Then have you ever liked humans?" she asked.

Gold laughed.

"Often." She smiled and said, "Humans are not the same kind of existence to us after all."

"So it's easy for us to like humans very much." She said.

"The differences between people are to make them love each other." Luna said softly, "Their books say so, so we are more different from them, and it's easier for us to like them than they are."

"So it's easy for them to like us too." Gold smiled, "Isn't it?"

"Fair enough." She said.

Luna nodded.

"That's fair," she said, "but Gold."

"Humans are creatures with precious possibilities, so he gave up all possibilities for me." Luna said, "Isn't it a kind of gift to me of the most precious thing."

Gold tilted his head to one side.

"Of course." Gold didn't intend to hide or lie, "In your plan, he has more possibilities of survival, and in his plan, it seems that you have a greater chance of survival."

"If a human is willing to give you his possibilities." Gold paused, "You never know what will happen."

Luna held her chin with both hands.

"This." She said.

"He recognizes your proposition and your will to power." Gold said, "So he gave you the possibility."

Luna looked at the water plants at the bottom of the lake, all of which were trying hard to grow upwards, so that they could absorb more sunlight.

"He suggested that I travel to Switzerland." Luna said, "I want to see sunflowers now."