I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

He raised his hand, revealing the arm that Char had given him before.

"The hands you gave me are very useful and have been of great help to me. Thank you."

"One million pounds of silver." Sissi said.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows.

Sissi smiled and narrowed her eyes and said, "I was joking."

"pat~"

Before Mycroft could react, a cocktail was placed in front of him.

He turned his attention to Char again.

"In this world, whether it is people or objects, they will eventually meet their own destiny." Xia Ya said slowly, "Obviously, it belongs to you."

His voice was like a messenger traveling through time and space, carrying a sense of destiny and mystery, echoing quietly in Mycroft's ears.

Mycroft came back to his senses and said, "I don't think I ordered any wine, sir."

"Free." Xia Ya continued, "You look very tired. There is lemon juice in this wine, which can relieve your fatigue."

"Thank you." Mycroft did not refuse, but just picked up the cocktail and took a sip.

The mellow taste immediately spreads on the tip of the tongue, and the flavors of various spices are intertwined. It has both the sweetness of fruit and the richness of wine, making people feel like they are in a world full of fantasy and romance. Every bite is like savoring a unique journey, which makes people intoxicated and lingering.

As the wine flows slowly in the mouth, the silky feeling seems to be able to soothe all fatigue and worries. The unique taste is neither too sweet nor too spicy, but just the right balance of various flavors, leaving people with endless aftertaste.

Since the Dragon Clan came to this world, he has not rested for several days and nights. As Xia Ya said, his spirit has reached a limit, but he has been holding on.

But this cocktail completely dispelled the fatigue in his heart.

He relaxed a little and looked at the wine glass in his hand that he had drunk up without realizing it, with some reluctance.

At this time, Mycroft noticed a painting hanging on the wall behind the bar.

The painting style is very unique. It is an impressionist painting. The sky is twinkling with stars, and the street lights are on the river bank. The light of the street lamps is reflected on the river. There are two small boats parked on the river bank, and a couple is walking on the river bank.

Starry skies are difficult to paint, and the challenge for painters is to capture night scenes illuminated only by gas lighting and a star-filled night sky.

In the painting, the starlight in the sky and the reflection of the lights on the shore echo each other. The stars at night are surrounded by their own halos and form a circle. The picture shows the distance and distance of the stars through the intensity and spacing of the warm light. This way of handling light reflects the painter's unique visual aesthetics.

"That's a painting by a friend of mine." Xia Ya's voice came from one side, "I think his painting should be viewed by more people, rather than just belonging to me, so I hung it here.

He was a painter who was not recognized by the world in the past, so he should like his paintings to be recognized. "

"The painting is very good." Sherlock commented, "But it is too serious to imitate other people's style. It is better for the painter to have a little bit of his own style."

"Sherlock!" Mycroft couldn't help but yelled in a low voice.

Charlotte shrugged, but still kept her mouth shut obediently.

"I'm sorry, my brother has always been so unpleasant to talk to." Mycroft said, "Sometimes I really want to sew his mouth shut."

"Has your brother ever learned to draw?" Xia Ya said.

"It can exercise your spatial imagination." Sherlock took over, "So I learned a little bit about painting appreciation."

At the same time, Sherlock's cocktail was placed in front of him.

Mycroft stared at the painting behind Char, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked curiously.

"Can I ask what your friend's name is?"

"His name is Vincent William Van Gogh." Xiaya said.

Sherlock was about to pick up the drink and take a sip, but after hearing the name, the movement of raising his hand stopped in mid-air.

At this moment, both Charlotte, Mycroft, Watson, and even Sissi opened their eyes slightly.

Sherlock couldn't help but put down his cocktail and looked carefully at the painting behind Char.

The environment in the tavern was very dark, so what he just saw wasn't very clear.

He went to the art museum and saw Van Gogh's paintings, but he had never seen such a painting.

Moreover, Xia Ya just said that the author of this painting is a painter not recognized by the world.

So when he first looked at this painting, he subconsciously thought that this painting was painted by a Van Gogh imitator.

Sherlock, like Mycroft, had not rested for many days.

And a high degree of fatigue will always make people's thinking slower.

And his thoughts are usually in sync with his mouth.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized that Van Gogh was indeed not recognized by the world in the past.

And maybe you have actually seen this existence in front of you.

"Have you met Van Gogh?" Mycroft asked.

"When he first came here, he was sitting where you were sitting." Xia Ya said with a smile, "He drank the same drink as you. He was a little anxious at the time, so he suffered from insomnia for a long time.

He showed me the painting and I liked it so much that I paid for it.

I heard he is very famous now."

"It's more than just being famous." Watson couldn't help but say. "One of his paintings can be sold for hundreds of millions, and he is recognized as one of the greatest painters."

"Is that so?" Xia Ya's eyelids closed. He slowly turned his head and looked at the painting behind him, murmuring in a low voice with deep eyes. "It seems that my investment has not been wasted."

The hall was quiet for a while, but soon, Mycroft finally couldn't help but speak.

"Why did you let us enter this tavern?"

Xia Ya raised his eyebrows with a hint of interest, "Why do you ask that?"

Sherlock stared at Char, took over Mycroft's words and said slowly, "Tesla entered your tavern, and after that, he became a scientist who changed the world.

Vladimir entered your tavern, and after that, he started a red wave that swept through several countries.

Van Gogh visited your tavern and became a world-famous painter. "

There was a faint glimmer in Mycroft's eyes.

“The location of the pub is fluid.

And at this time, this place appeared in front of us, I think it can't be a coincidence."

The smile on Xia Ya's face became even bigger.

"It seems that you have discovered a lot of things in your investigation."

"Even if a breeze blows, it will always leave traces." Sherlock said.

Mycroft took over and said, "I have a question that I have always wanted to ask you."

At this point, Mycroft fell silent for a moment, seeming to be hesitating on how to ask this question in a way that would not offend the being in front of him.

But Sherlock asked directly.

"What is your purpose in doing all this?"