"Yo, you're not dead yet?"

At this moment, a slightly teasing voice from his side interrupted McCroft's thoughts.

He turned his head slowly, and Sherlock appeared beside him at some point, and Watson was standing beside him.

Sherlock looked Mycroft up and down and nodded.

"It looks like you're lucky, you look like you're still in good shape."

Rather, it gives people a sense of peace and comfort as if they have merged with nature.

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Watson looked at the two of them with a strange expression, and couldn't help but complain, "The way you two brothers care about each other is still so chic. ”

"But I'll warn you that Mycroft won't show up to give you a second hand again."

When he saw the name of the tavern and the house number, his pupils contracted slightly, like McCroft.

But I don't know if it was because these people outside couldn't see the tavern, or because they were afraid that there would be an earthquake in the future, so no one came in.

The air in the tavern is filled with an intoxicating faint aroma of wine, and the depth of the wine is mixed with the smell of time.

Even if she was standing beside him, she was also a beautiful woman with a special temperament, but she still couldn't take your eyes off him.

"Your mouth is still so poisonous." Mycroft looked Sherlock up and down with his hands in his pockets, "Much more energetic than last time." ”

Watson also saw the storefront, he looked at the house number on the storefront, he seemed to realize something, and hurriedly spoke.

Mycroft didn't speak, and Sherlock moved faster than he did, slowly stepping forward and sitting down on a high chair in front of the bar.

"The world has become dozens of times bigger, there are several more continents, there are countless strange natural creatures on the land and sea, we may have won the war against the dragons, but the gods have recovered." Mycroft was brief, but the amount of information he contained was enormous.

His face was faintly illuminated by the soft light of the bar, and his deep eyes seemed to hide endless stories, glittering with a charming light. The bridge of the nose is high and well-defined.

Sherlock followed his line of sight.

He raised his head, looked at Mycroft and teased, "It seems that in the future, our fate will no longer belong to us."

His movements are skillful and calm, not as impatient as the rest of the bar bartenders, and he uses some pretty fancy movements to catch the eye.

The decoration here is very stylish, and the solid wood tables around it seem to have undergone the baptism of time, with a faint wood fragrance in decay.

At her side stood a man, his posture straight, like a green pine standing proudly in the wind and rain, calm and tough. Wearing a bartender suit, he seems to be slender, and his elegance reveals a calmness that has been precipitated by the years.

Sherlock looked up at her, "Long time no see, Sissi." ”

"What's going on out there now?" Sherlock asked.

"Long time no see." Sissi raised her eyebrows.

And Mycroft didn't hesitate to follow.

In the soft light, Mycroft's eyes were locked directly on the two men behind the bar.

He looked around, "This is the tavern you're talking about?" ”

However, Sherlock touched his chin with a solemn face, "The gods, I think I've heard some magicians talk about this possibility before. ”

I saw that the man slowly raised his head and looked at Mycroft and Sherlock, the corners of his lips slightly hooked.

He jerked his head to look at Mycroft.

At this moment, McCroft's words came from one side.

Together, they pushed open the door to the tavern.

Sherlock quickly recognized one of them as his friend Sissi, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

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Mycroft seemed to know what Sherlock was trying to say, and he spoke directly.

The atmosphere is tranquil and has a strange magic that makes you feel calm.

The surveillance footage of his surveillance room was almost disconnected, and he took Watson with him down the basement passage.

"The dungeon has been built for a short time, and we have already done our best to ensure the basic livelihood facilities, but we don't have so much time to decorate these stores."

"You're really knowledgeable, it's what I do best." Sissi said on the side.

In that moment, both McCroft and Sherlock had a feeling of seeing through everything.

Sissi's eyelids retracted, "The tavern only accepts guests who are destined to do so. ”

Mrs. Hudson had been arranged by them and was now resting in one of the Vault's dormitories.

Sherlock, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, "Is there anything else I don't know about you?" ”

Mycroft slowly turned his head and looked at the tavern not far away.

"Want something?" Char continued.

Sherlock's words were spoken in a very relaxed tone, but Watson could clearly detect the solemnity in his friend's tone.

He looked at Char, who was bartending with his head down.

He just stood quietly behind the bar, arranging his wine glasses like a flowing picture.

Medium-long white hair with a simple tie at the back of the head.

So big that Watson didn't even react, thinking that Mycroft was speaking some code words he didn't know.

The tavern was quiet, with an open sign at the door, so anyone could enter.

"It doesn't look like business is going very well." He quipped.

"Looks like we're going to have a fate." McCroft took over.

His temperament is very unique, with both the vigor and vitality of a young man, and a kind of calmness and profundity that has gone through vicissitudes. His age seems to have become a mystery, making it impossible to judge accurately.

After a pause, Sherlock continued.

"Welcome." Char said slowly, "Sit here, it's easy to order." ”

However, Sherlock did not answer Watson, and walked briskly to the tavern.

"212B Berry Street, isn't that the shop Miss Akasha was talking about?"

"Not necessarily."

And Mycroft walked over slowly, sitting on Sherlock's side, Watson on the other side.

"The turtle shell you built is still somewhat useful." Sherlock said, "Let's not be as embarrassed as we were last time." ”

"Uh-huh." Sissi nodded.

If he could, McCroft could actually watch him bartending all day here.

However, Mycroft knew that at this moment, the future of the entire human race may be related to this existence in front of him.

After a brief moment of silence, Mycroft spoke.

"See you again, sir." (End of chapter)