Chapter 64 My Beloved

Luna tilted her head.

She could ask Frey if he regretted trusting and betraying so many times.

But she didn't ask.

Frey looked at her, and she seemed to be going to answer the question herself.

"Does it make any difference?" The girl asked back, "Is it important?"

Frey and Moriarty were both surprised.

What was she talking about.

"It doesn't matter," the girl said, "For me, it's just a puzzle that adds icing on the cake, but it doesn't interfere with what I'm going to do."

"They don't regret it, but it doesn't mean they forgive you, so you are still a sinner." Luna said slowly, "If they regret it, it means they definitely haven't forgiven you, and you are even more of a sinner."

"So no matter what they think, you are a sinner," Luna said, "I will not forgive sinners."

"That's all."

What a strong will to power, what a natural king, even Moriarty couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.

She didn't mind the story and the details, because that was not the part she should care about.

She just needs to do her part 100% well.

"I feel that the task I am responsible for is not easy, so I won't help others with their work." Luna said calmly, "This should be better for the world and others."

She looked calm, peaceful and full of patience, which made Moriarty look like a noisy elementary school student who didn't know the tact.

"So you regret becoming a sinner?" Luna tilted her head and repeated. The pattern in her eyes extinguished and returned to the dull velvet texture, with an attitude that I have given you enough respect and it is my turn to ask questions.

"Is this important to you?" Moriarty decided to take a confrontational attitude. Although he was sweating, he wondered if he was really led by the nose, then he would fall into the power of judgment of this girl.

Luna blinked.

"It doesn't matter." Luna said calmly.

This was completely beyond Moriarty's expectations.

The girl patted the old man on the back, "Frey, let's go."

Moriarty found that he didn't react for a full thirty seconds.

He had never experienced anything like this in his life.

He seemed to be completely stunned. He didn't know what he was thinking or doing in the past thirty seconds. When he came to his senses, the girl and the old man had already walked a distance away. If it weren't for the sunflowers that the girl had just bought blooming brilliantly on her shoulders, he would have had a hard time finding their traces.

Something was wrong. Alarm bells rang in his heart. Luna was not such a strange creature.

"Luna." Frey said, "Have you decided to shoulder two responsibilities at the same time?"

"Yeah." The girl nodded quietly, "It doesn't seem impossible now, does it?"

"It would be much better to let him share half of the responsibility for you." Frey said. The old man looked at the blooming sunflower. Although it still had good flowers now, its roots had been cut off.

Even if it was not cut off, the flowers would always wither.

"Maybe." Luna said softly, "I don't know what's wrong with me."

"I don't want him to die for me." Luna said, she looked at the clean lakes and white swans in Switzerland, "I always feel that there should be a return story waiting for him to play."

"But he voluntarily entered our world." Frey said, "Whether it was initially sending the dead souls to the coast on your behalf, or the □□, or the journey to the pyramids, it was his own choice."

Luna nodded.

"He chose a difficult and dangerous path." Frey said, "just like the heroes of ancient times."

"But once you set foot on this glorious path, neither your soul nor your body will belong to you alone." Frey sighed deeply, "I have seen many heroes of ancient times rush to their end."

"Sometimes I think it is cruel to stop them." Frey said.

Luna looked at him.

The girl's eyes were misty.

"Is that so." She said softly.

"He is willing to participate in it," Frey said, "I think it is not just because of curiosity and the defense of human interests."

"And he thinks you should succeed." Frey said solemnly, "He told me himself."

Luna turned her head.

"I also think I should succeed." She said without hesitation.

Frey laughed, "So you should concentrate on protecting yourself, and then open the door for us to return home."

"However," Luna smiled, "Aren't you all doing favors to believers?"

"Yeah, that's right." Frey nodded, "After all, humans attach great importance to farewell."

"Then he is also my believer." Luna said softly, "It's normal to do something."

Frey laughed, "He is actually still your believer?"

"Yeah." Luna nodded, "I don't know why, he has always been my believer."

She looked at the white swans on the lake. She knew that humans seemed to like to give glass statues of such creatures to the bride and groom at weddings. "Speaking of which, Lilith said that if a swan loses its partner, it will spend its life alone."

"Yes." Frey replied, "So what do you think?"

"They must be a very powerful animal," Luna replied, "At least they don't worry about the number of their own population."

Frey laughed.

"Yes, you are right, love is a luxury." He said, "Unless a person has a strong soul, he cannot give love."

"You cannot accept love either." Luna said, "Just like many people cannot accept others sacrificing their lives for them, right?"

Frey nodded.

Luna curled his lips, "You make me sound like a coward."

"So." Frey smiled, "Today's matter, just treat it as a gift to believers."

Luna was satisfied with this statement, and she also laughed, her sharp canine teeth flashing a faint cold light under the half-clouded sky.

Holmes received a telegram in the evening, the content was very short.

"Moriarty cannot enter the new world."

It was sent by Luna, he thought, lighting a cigarette for himself, trying to understand what Luna was saying.

Moriarty's posture of wanting to enter the new world is undoubtedly as the new god ascending the throne.

Then to become that kind of creature, you need, Holmes suddenly couldn't help laughing, he sat on the sofa, reading the story that continued to be serialized in the newspaper, you need to reveal everything about yourself, right?

Dr. Watson's novels seem to want to keep every detail of him intact, so whether it is his bad habits, mistakes, terrible ideas that are not in line with public morality, or the rotten thing that he injected himself with □□, everything is recorded.

And it will be read by millions of people, and be evaluated, praised or criticized by millions of people.

He must cut open his life and soul and sacrifice them to the world. Only then

can the world judge whether he is qualified to become a god.

It seems that Moriarty refused to reveal himself.

This is normal.

He is very cautious. His actions have always been carried out under the dark sea. He can't even expose his physical body to the public and let everyone know his true face, let alone such a test as exposing his soul and body together.

Sherlock Holmes dared to do so.

Of course, he is not a perfect man or a saint. He knows this very well, but he doesn't care whether the world defines him as a genius or a clown.

He stood in front of the window. The Swiss wind was very gentle. The innkeeper kindly brought him a cheese plate and fresh beer, and told him that a sheep would be slaughtered tonight. Would he like fresh roasted lamb?

"With some yellow mustard, it is a rare delicacy that you will never see again after leaving here." He introduced enthusiastically.

The gray-eyed man nodded politely.

This boss was very hardworking and obviously devoted twelve points of enthusiasm to this opportunity to make money. Holmes watched him get up in the early morning of the gray day every day to clean the hotel spotlessly. His wife carried an iron bucket and squeezed today's cow and goat milk. They told him that they had an excellent son who was studying at a university in London.

"He will be back in about two years," said the boss, "so it won't be so hard by then."

"What are you studying?" He asked the question that the two wanted to hear in a friendly manner.

"Veterinarian," they said, "when he comes back, he can treat the animals. We are all sheepherders here. The old village doctor is almost unable to work. Two days ago, he accidentally broke a cow's hoof. The cow almost kicked him down in pain."

"So everyone is waiting for him to graduate and come back."

That is a good and bright future.

This young man should return to this small hotel and become a respected person by these villagers. Then he will wait here every year to serve the guests who come here to play, so that they can also spend a few beautiful weeks worth remembering in their lives, Holmes thought, instead of being sent to the battlefield to test the power of new weapons, become the lubricant between the rapidly running gears of the crazy empire, or become cannon fodder in the drug trade and be plundered of all their wealth.

He should have a new world that he should enter.

Moriarty cannot enter the new world, he said in his heart, but this is not something Luna should help him test. The later Luna focuses on her new power, the smaller the probability of full transformation at that given time, and the easier it is for her to be torn apart by the power and shattered.

He thought that the girl had already started to transform her power.

Why did she wait until now

? To do more?

To help him do something?

This was indeed the result of his reasoning.

According to Mycroft, these ancient gods have been planning to wrap him up in this plan since they set their sights on him. He was just a tool they had chosen.

Is Luna an emotional creature? He thought, it's hard to say. Luna's reaction to everything is strange, of course from a human perspective. She has her own set of cause and effect and logic.

And she believes in this and is proud of it.

She is an extremely confident creature, and it can even be said that she is a little more arrogant than himself.

But she is not completely unreasonable. She seems to have injected special feelings into humans.

In short, although many people will find it strange to say this, she is indeed a kind creature.

So she shines like the moon and diamonds.

The more such a creature is, the more people will be hooked by the traces of emotions that flow out, whether true or false. He took a puff of cigarette, and he had to admit that he couldn't help but look at this dazzling beauty a few more times.

It has been like this since the beginning.

So after verifying that her symbol is the crescent moon, he named her Luna.

Not moon.

Because Luna is the proper name for the lofty, living moon that can easily drive people crazy.

Noble, cold, beautiful, mysterious, witches, skeletons and werewolves will dance under her brilliance until dawn. It doesn't matter, even if you are not a standard part in the secular sense, you will also move towards your own tomorrow, the moon said, He comes to appreciate every weird but determined soul, you can say whatever you want to say and do whatever you want in my brilliance.

He put out the cigarette, he knew that the balance of victory had completely tilted to his side.

Stay cautious, stay determined, he said to himself, and try to stay alive.

He really wanted to see with his own eyes how glorious this girl would be on that fateful night when the nine stars were aligned.