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

"The hand you gave me is very useful and has helped me a lot, thank you."

"A million pounds of silver." Sissi spoke.

Mycroft raised an eyebrow.

Sissi smiled and narrowed her eyes and said, "I'm kidding." ”

"Pak~"

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

He turned his gaze back to Char.

"In this world, both people and objects will eventually encounter their own destiny." Char said slowly, "Obviously, it belongs to you. ”

His voice was like a messenger through time, with a fatalistic mystery, echoing silently in Mycroft's ears.

McCroft came back to his senses and said, "I don't seem to have ordered any wine, sir." ”

"It's free." Char continued, "You look tired, and this wine has lemon juice in it to relieve your tiredness. ”

"Thank you." McCroft didn't refuse, 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, with both fruity sweetness and rich wine, making people feel as if they are in a world full of fantasy and romance. Every bite is like savoring a unique journey that will leave you intoxicated and unforgettable.

As the wine flows slowly in the mouth, the silky sensation seems to soothe all the tiredness and worries. The unique texture is neither too sweet nor too spicy, but has just the right balance of flavors for a long aftertaste

He hadn't rested for days and nights since the dragons came to this world, and as Char said, his spirit had reached a limit, but he had been holding on.

But this cocktail completely dispelled the tiredness in his heart.

He relaxed a little, looking at the wine glass in his hand that had been drunk by himself unconsciously, and was a little reluctant.

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

The style of painting is very unique, it is an impressionist painting, the sky is shining with stars, the river bank is also lit up with street lamps, the light of the street lamps is reflected on the river surface, two small boats are moored on the river bank, and a couple is walking on the river bank.

The starry sky is difficult to draw, and the challenge for the artist is to capture a night scene illuminated only by gas lighting and a night sky full of stars.

In the painting, the starlight in the sky echoes the reflection of the shore light, and the stars at night are circled by their own halos, and the picture shows the position of the stars through the intensity and interval of the warm light. This way of working with light reflects the painter's unique visual aesthetic.

"It was a painting by a friend of mine." Char's voice came from one side, "I feel that his paintings should be seen by more people, not just me, so I hang him here."

He used to be a painter who was not recognized by the world, so he would have liked to have his paintings recognized. ”

"It's a nice drawing." Sherlock commented, "But it's too serious to model someone else's style, and it's better for a painter to have a little bit of his own style." ”

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

Charol shrugged, but kept her mouth shut obediently.

"I'm sorry, but this brother of mine has always been so unpleasant." "There were times when I wanted to sew his mouth shut," McCroft said. ”

"Did your brother learn to draw?" Char said.

"You can exercise your spatial imagination skills." Sherlock picked up, "So I learned a little bit about painting appreciation. ”

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

Mycroft asked curiously as he stared at the painting behind Char, squinting his eyes slightly.

"Would you like to ask your friend what his name is?"

"His name is Vincent Willem van Gogh." Char said.

Sherlock was about to pick up the drink and take a sip, but when he heard the name, his hand stopped in mid-air.

At this moment, whether it was Charlotte or McCroft, as well as Watson, and even Sissi, their eyes opened slightly.

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

The environment in the tavern was very dim, so he didn't see it very clearly.

He had seen a Van Gogh painting in an art museum, but he had never seen such a painting.

And Char just said that the author of this painting is a painter who is not recognized by the world.

So when he first looked at this painting, he subconsciously thought that it was painted by Van Gogh's imitators.

Sherlock, like Mycroft, hadn't rested for days.

And a high degree of exhaustion will always make people's thinking slow.

And his thoughts are usually synchronized with his mouth.

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

And this existence in front of you may have really seen it.

"Have you seen Van Gogh?" Mycroft asked.

"When he first came, he sat where you were sitting." Char smiled, "He drank the same drink as you, and he was a little anxious at the time, so he had insomnia for a long time."

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

I heard that he is very famous now."

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

"Is this so" Char's eyelids closed, he slowly turned his head to look at the painting behind him, and whispered in a deep voice, "It seems that my investment has not been wasted." ”

There was a moment of silence in the hall, but soon, Mycroft finally couldn't help but speak.

"What did you let us into this tavern for?"

Char raised her eyebrows, revealing a hint of interest, "Why do you ask that?" ”

Sherlock looked at Char and took Mycroft's words and said slowly, "Tesla entered your tavern, and after that, he became a world-changing scientist.

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

Van Gogh entered your tavern and after that, he became a world-famous painter. ”

There was a faint glimmer in Mycroft's eyes.

"The location of the tavern is floating.

And at this time period, this place, appeared in front of us, I think, it should not be a coincidence."

The smile on Char's face was even worse.

"Looks like you've got a lot of things to look into."

"Even a light breeze blows and it always leaves a mark." Sherlock said.

McCroft picked up and said, "I have a question that I've always wanted to ask you. ”

At this point, Mycroft was silent for a moment, as if hesitating to ask the question in words that would not offend the being in front of him.

But Sherlock asked directly.

"What is the purpose of all this?" (End of chapter)