Chapter 63 There is a sublime philosophy in flowers

. Switzerland has no shortage of flower shops.

Now is the time when a large number of foreign guests are pouring in, so the flower shops are filled with the freshest and most beautiful flowers.

Luna found a bucket of sunflowers and squatted down. The weather was not good now, and there was no bright and shining sun to match it.

But it was still beautiful, Luna thought.

She thought of Frey's garden, the fragrant flowers and plants and the longevity soup.

The longevity soup is water from their hometown.

So it can bloom the flowers of their hometown.

"Frey." She asked, "Those who came here from far away."

"Will they get abundance?"

The white-haired old man reached out and stroked the branches of the flowers. The flowers seemed to feel something and bloomed more brilliantly and beautifully.

"They are really a group of dishonest people." Luna said, "They obviously want to get it for themselves, but they have to say it's for humans."

"So who will the abundance belong to, them, or humans?" Luna asked.

"You care about humans." Frey said.

"Well," Luna did not refute. She squatted on the ground, staring at the branches with a pair of different-colored eyes. "We will all enter a new world."

"Gold said that if the human race ends up not living well, we may not live well either." Luna said.

Frey nodded. "Gold is right." He looked at the flower shop quietly. "The flowers here."

Luna looked at him.

"Many of them use special chemicals," Frey said calmly. "Although they bloom well for a while, they will die soon."

"Because they overdraw their vitality." He said softly, "But the owner of the flower shop insisted on doing this. I wonder if the owner of the human world would do this."

The owner walked out angrily. "What are you talking about?"

The old man glanced at him.

The owner seemed to be hurt by this look and immediately lost his temper. "Okay, you are an expert." He said, "But look," he raised a hand. His rough skin was like old bark or fish scales, stained dark brown by the soil, and could never be washed white again.

"Which one is useless?" he asked.

Frey looked in the direction of his finger.

The old man's eyes were always like this, kind and sad. He had seen too many things.

Of course, there were also too many misfortunes and unwillingness.

"Well." He said, "So these flowers have no future."

The shopkeeper felt a kind of creepy shudder. He was certainly not a college student who would think about philosophical questions normally. However, when this philosophy of survival was placed in front of him,

he knew that he could understand it, but after understanding it, there would be endless pain and terror.

"Why are you telling me all this?" he asked, "Why?"

"What's the benefit of you driving me crazy?" he said, "I'm just a flower shop owner, a commoner, a person who can't do anything."

"If you can do everything, you don't need to make the flowers bloom like this, just use a little of your magical power." A voice came from behind him, "Isn't it?"

Luna looked over, it was an old man in a black suit, his forehead was prominent and smooth, his pupils were small, so you always had the illusion of being stared at by him, he pushed his gold-rimmed glasses elegantly and politely, "So this tells us that humans must work hard to strengthen themselves and try to master more power."

"Isn't it?" he asked.

"James Moriarty." The girl tilted her head slightly and called out the name of the person who came accurately, "So you are working hard," she thought about the wording, "to make humans stronger?"

"I have been doing this all the time, so you hate me, don't you?" He always used this rhetorical tone, and it sounded like he was still teaching in a Cambridge classroom.

But Luna felt very uncomfortable.

"It's just you." Luna said softly.

"Am I not one of the human race?" Moriarty smiled, but his eyes were cold.

"You actually think so." Luna said, "Don't you hate the human body and some weaknesses?" She said, "Did I remember it wrong?"

Moriarty stopped smiling.

In the girl's eyes, strange symbols lit up, one side was a pentagram, and the other side was a hexagram. Moriarty had known this information for a long time, and he knew that when the girl made these two patterns light up, it meant that she was looking at the color of her soul and calculating what she had done in this life.

That should have seen a lot, Moriarty thought, so who should be afraid now, me or you?

Luna's face did not change at all.

She didn't look like a little girl who had just watched an extreme crime horror movie.

She was born in this world for only more than ten years, and should have been an underage girl.

But her eyes were cold and fierce, almost looking down at him.

"Aren't you afraid?" Moriarty asked with interest, "For my life and what I can do?"

"Why should I be afraid of sinners?" Luna replied calmly, "Sinners should not have less right to survive? Sinners are of course inferior to me, so would any creature be afraid of something inferior to itself?"

Moriarty laughed briefly upon hearing this. It can only be said that she is worthy of being Holmes' friend. This girl's sarcasm is even more acrimonious than that annoying man with gray eyes.

Of course, for Luna, this is not mean, she thinks she is stating the facts.

She stared at the middle-aged man cautiously, her hand in the pocket of her skirt, holding her king's key, she now needs to protect Frey.

Moriarty came to her in person, and there was indeed always this possibility. After all, without the blessing of the king's key of Torgold, he did not dare to trust his killers. Now the ring of Nibelungen is missing, he is worried that it fell into the pocket of his men, and his men also think that he has quietly put it in his pocket.

Gold is indeed their most powerful defender.

So Moriarty can only do it himself, but he is more than capable of dealing with some ancient gods.

For example, Frey.

Frey, the King of Plenty.

The king who has been killed the most times by humans, the king who lives the most secluded, is now exposed in front of him.

Frey's king key is a golden cup. The old man is wearing a loose robe, so it is naturally impossible to tell whether he has the king key on him.

It is useless for the girl to stand between them. Moriarty thought, he just needs to use Xina's king key to swap their positions, and then use the black dagger in the pyramid that Holmes has been to to kill Frey and search for the king key from him.

Although he is over fifty years old, he has not neglected maintenance and exercise. He believes that this set can be done smoothly.

"You have something in your left pocket." Luna said lightly, "I saw a flash," she said, "probably Xina's king key."

"You shouldn't use it." She said calmly, "Humans have their own miracles and abundance, and Frey said that those who give will be abundant, and those who plunder will end up poor."

"I heard from Xina that his king key didn't seem to be obtained by your dedication." Luna said, she never had any expression or tone, so Moriarty, who always claimed to be sensitive to expressions and psychology, felt a loss of control.

He couldn't analyze this girl.

Because she seemed to be just an empty bottle.

Or a key.

She devoted herself wholeheartedly to something.

Moriarty knew that there were such creatures, but he was not, and he had no way to control such creatures except to destroy them.

"Xina is very sad." Luna continued.

Is it important that Xina is very sad? Moriarty even felt a little absurd and funny. Your safety and plans are being threatened, do you still care whether Xina is sad or not?

"But he won't blame humans." Luna added, "So Xina is actually a very good person."

"Frey is the same." Luna said, "From ancient times to the present, when humans need longevity soup, as long as they sincerely ask him, he will satisfy them."

"Although he has been hurt by humans many times, he is always willing to trust again." Luna said softly, "So in your eyes, their type is just easier to kill?"

"Isn't it precious?" She said, "I can't understand why you show the same attitude towards Gold and the attitude towards Frey. Gold can only hurt you, and Frey can help you."

"But you are in awe of Gold and dare not hurt her in the slightest, and you want to crush Frey to ashes." Luna said seriously, "So overall, you are a very bad and unwise person."

Moriarty suddenly felt a few shudders for no reason.

Is this the feeling of judgment? He found that he didn't know when he was sweating.

He didn't believe in religion, but he was taken to listen to sermons by his family when he was young.

The priest stood on the high platform, and the rose window reflected the figure of the saint who asked for trouble on the ground. He could keenly distinguish the price of the perfume on each person, and whether the fabric and tailoring were cheap or noble.

But he was not interested in the scriptures.

"The judgment of the Lord is coming soon."

A sermon suddenly broke into his ears.

He raised his head suddenly, and the gray Jesus was nailed to the cross with a sad face, looking down at him, and the stories on the rose windows around him seemed to come alive. They told the old stories that virtue will be rewarded and evil deeds will be punished. They were old stories that no one was scared of.

But he felt like his heart was hit by a heavy hammer.

He knew that everything could be bought. If he had money, he could even let this priest perform a live sex show in the sermon hall for him.

So the judgment of the Lord is coming soon is just an empty threat to the world, he thought, but above the dome, it seemed that an eye was cracked open, staring, staring at all the people in the world.

In his later research on occultism, he saw the so-called end of the world

. However, at that time, he did not think of the unexplained throbbing in his childhood, because he had already understood the principle behind it. Humans will enter a new world, and so will weirdness.

At this turning point, there will be countless opportunities and chances. If he seizes them and grabs as many as possible,

he will become one of the top people in the new world.

If what is recorded in the book about what occultism can do is true, the joy of being at the top of the food chain can even last forever.

This is what he deserves, because he is smarter than anyone else, and has more courage and determination.

No one can judge him. When he pushed the famous detective Douglas and his family from the ship into the turbulent sea, and the shark's sharp teeth instantly tore them apart and dyed the sea surface bright red, there was no angel to save this good man, and no devil to drag himself to hell.

When he was trafficking in people, none of those who were chained like beasts looked at him with resentment, so they were still beasts, still living like beasts, and dying like beasts.

When he bribed the corrupt police to catch anyone to take the blame, the souls of those people on the gallows should have seen God long ago, but God did not seem to have any sign of accepting their lawsuit.

Of course, there is no God, no angels, and no devils.

The winner takes all in this world.

However, the girl stood not far away, staring at him, saying that his soul was inferior to others.

But he felt fear for no reason.

Is it important that the soul is inferior to others? It is not important. No one can see the color of the soul except her.

So what is he still afraid of?

"Speaking of which, have you ever thought about where the people you killed went?" Luna said slowly, "For example, to heaven or something like that."

"Then it seems that life in heaven is good. They all forgave me." Moriarty replied.

"So there is no heaven," the girl just looked at him, "They are all on your soul."

"So your soul is heavy." The girl said softly, "and it is also dirty."

"Even if you get Frey's golden cup, you can't relieve the thirst of your soul." She said, "The longevity soup will only make you painful. After all, it has to cleanse the filth. For you, it is like burning a layer of skin with acid."

Her attitude is extremely calm and peaceful, even like an experienced salesperson who is neither humble nor arrogant, patiently explaining the efficacy of the product, "Tell me, do you really still want Frey's golden cup?"

"I don't plan to use it." Moriarty said.

He suddenly realized a problem.

How could he completely lose his autonomy like a prisoner on trial, and answer whatever the girl asked. This is quite bad, and he decided to take the initiative again.

However, he found that his left pocket was empty.

I don't know when, Xina's king key was no longer there, and the whole pocket became empty.

This did not seem to be unexpected to Luna.

"Because you are alone, Mr. James Moriarty." Luna said, "Humans are difficult to deal with because they are united. There are many of them. Some are willing to sacrifice for others, and some are willing to love you. They are closely connected."

"You also had your own spider web before, but now you seem to be afraid that the web will stick to your feet." Luna said, "So you are alone. Why do you think you can easily defeat us after being alone?"

When they met in Geneva, they decided on a plan if Moriarty came to find Frey in person.

Try to break his soul defense as much as possible, making him dazed and afraid.

In this way, Persson, who was already difficult to notice, could not be detected at all.

"Frey can take half of the apple," Holmes said, "and Persson can take the other half, no matter if it's an apple."

"Let Riel complete the apple, so Persson can get near Frey." Riel snapped his fingers, and a red apple was split in half from the middle. He looked at the gray-eyed man quietly and continued, "Then Persson will find a chance to take back the king's key of Xina."

"Just disappear in the crowd." Riel said.

Persson agreed with this plan.

"Then who can hurt Moriarty's soul?" Riel asked, "Lilith, definitely not, that person has always sneered at love, Half and Juniper? Even worse, he thinks virtue is something that can be used and trampled on."

"Luna." The gray-eyed man flicked the ash of his cigarette and said concisely, "I suggest Luna protect Frey."

Riel and Persson were silent for a while.

"Well, what you said makes sense." Riel said, "It sounds like you trust Luna very much."

The gray-eyed man did not speak.

The one Moriarty could do the most to them was Luna. He was sure of this. This girl's will was always stronger than his own. She had an unquestionable will for power and a frank and bright attitude towards fate.

Some people could draw strength from it.

For some people, it was a light that could burn even the soul.

Luna was not afraid of anything.

No matter how powerful and ugly something was, it seemed that it could not cause her the slightest fear or retreat.

"I have no reason to give the world and the future to the elements I despise." The girl announced calmly, "So why should I stay away from these things?"

"Because they are not as easy to destroy as the beautiful and soft ones?" She sneered, "That's good, I don't like to do things that are too easy."

"Just right," she said, "I also have some questions for James Moriarty."

The old professor touched his empty pockets and his face was obviously covered with a layer of haze. "So this is your plan?" He asked, "You attract my attention, and then your companions steal?"

"No." Luna said, "Even if this thing is temporarily in your pocket, you are not the same as us. Do you humans think that picking up lost jewelry from a bird's nest is also a theft that requires punishment?"

Moriarty's pupils dilated for a moment.

Luna, the 13th king with a vague face and a short life, he has never had the opportunity or documents to understand. He originally thought that he was a pathetic and weak saint who played the role of a sacrificed saint.

"Speaking of which, James Moriarty," Luna asked, "have you never regretted being a sinner?"

She asked seriously, her heterochromatic eyes staring straight at his face. She looked through his skin into his soul, looking straight at the dirt and blood stains.

"Then I'm more curious, whether those people who were killed by me, who died without a burial place, who had no benefits in life and no reputation after death, regretted being good people." Moriarty said.

He was not joking.

He was serious about this question.