Favia shook his head again as he spoke. He felt that no matter how many times an accident happened, it would never become inevitable. An accident is still an accident no matter how many times it happens, and a necessity is still a necessity even if it never happens. Accident will not become necessity, and necessity cannot become accident. Accident is accident, and necessity is necessity. If you ask why, the only answer is that it is like that, so he continued. "My meeting with you, James Moriarty, is just a coincidence. Maybe from now on, you and I will never meet again. Therefore, in order to avoid this coincidence only once, if possible, I hope you will remember Charles Babbage. And four years later, in 1818, something will happen in Geneva, Switzerland, and I hope you can go and see it then." Moriarty remained silent, as if pondering the true meaning of Favia's words. Is it a friend? Or a relative? Without paying attention to the silver-haired young man's thoughts, Favia continued.
"Look, James Moriarty, this is a dungeon that I cannot walk out of. There is only darkness and loneliness under the Chateau d'If. My body is gradually aging and losing its vitality. I don't think this is a good place, nor do I think it is full of any possibilities..." The dungeon environment where Favia lives is like hell to Moriarty. It was a dark place filled with silence at all times. The room was dim and without light. The walls were made of rough stones. They were cold to the touch and had a damp and musty smell. “Every day here, everything I see is almost entirely dark, but this also makes me realize that every minute, every second, every moment of the world is beautifully golden. Moriarty remained silent. "Every moment I can recall is sparkling." "……Yeah?" “Maybe it’s hard to understand?” "I can't understand it. I totally can't understand it. Even so, is this world so good in your eyes?" "It's just so good. No matter it was a thousand years ago or a few hundred years ago, all time is so bright. James Moriarty, even if you don't understand it now, when you look back at some point in the 'future', the 'present' will definitely glow in your memories, maybe at this moment, maybe before, maybe after -" Favia gently stroked the disappeared marks on the wall and answered without hesitation. "People feel happy when they give to each other out of kindness. Everyone will feel the same and become happy together. The days ahead will be good and will get better and better." "The so-called Garden of Eden cannot exist. It is impossible for humans to be like that. There is absolutely no such possibility. No calculation can figure it out. There is no such thing as accident or necessity." "Is that so? Ahead, there is an endless sky without a single cloud, and there will never be any more clouds. The sun, without any haze, always shines in all directions. The world is always golden. This is exactly the ideal. This is what an ideal is, right? Although I have thought about it countless times, searched countless times, and already know that things will never be like that, there is still an unknown other side, and maybe there is something there that I have not discovered? I have been searching and discovering all the time, but the more I know, the more I realize that it is impossible. However, I also have the hope that 'someone will come and overturn this idea I have already formed' and this thought has never stopped. Let me believe that countless absurd things will end, and there is a better tomorrow waiting to be discovered. "
In front of Moriarty, the old man held out his hand. For some reason, at that moment, it seemed to him that no matter what the situation was, no one would refuse that hand. However, he refused and turned around without hesitation, appearing very determined. At the same time, after turning around and staggering a few steps, the priest's last words came from behind him: "Really, I want to see such a beautiful scenery once." ...... At the last moment, at the entrance of the Chateau d'If, a young man with a ferocious look in his eyes walked out step by step. It's unreasonable! It's incomprehensible! It's nonsense! This was how he evaluated the conversation just now in his heart. but-- The body is so light. My mind is so clear. The brain is on fire. Take a step forward through the gap between the numbers that flash continuously in your vision. Use your own subconscious actions to resist the trembling of your whole body and take a step forward. In order to refute the man's question and make him look surprised, I couldn't help but cheer up and take a step forward. The inexplicable words posed by the man named Faria are all I want to do now. This is the first time I think so. It's not an unbearable delusion. It is not disgusting vanity. It is not the kind of wish that can only be realized in fantasy and is out of reach for the world. Want to do it. Want to succeed. Even if your tone seems that it is impossible, I will still try my best to do it for you. This is the first time I have ever thought this from the bottom of my heart about someone. Moreover, if you cannot take even one step forward on the mysterious road of doubt...if you doubt that taking one step forward will lead you into the abyss, then you will stop moving forward. Although, perhaps James Moriarty in a few decades will not care about this, and the feelings felt at this age now may suddenly become completely unimportant one day in the future... However, Moriarty, who is in the present, does not want to think so. He wants to live in the present. Therefore, in the eyes of the guards, Moriarty, who staggered out of the Chateau d'If, seemed to the silver-haired prison inspector who never looked back, had stayed on the boat for more than ten minutes for some reason, and when he finally left, his back looked like an angry white spider.
And that sound that sounded like gnashing teeth— "That's right! Well, wait! Just watch carefully! Faria!!" Just like that, James Moriarty had made an important choice in his life, and all that was left was to move forward coldly and cruelly towards the path of evil. ...... "I'm sorry.....but if you don't leave with me, Abby, it will be hard to find time later." At the same time, in the dungeon, Favia said this to Abigail. In fact, at the last moment he reached out his hand to Moriarty because he hoped that Abby and Moriarty would leave the Chateau d'If together. Although Moriarty himself could not see it, when he realized that there were invisible things on the ship, he would surely understand the meaning of this hand. After all, Moriarty is also someone who knows magic. However, because Abigail refused, it did not succeed, which led to Moriarty being self-indulgent and maybe a little angry. "Um... do you think I'm nosy, Abhi?" The blonde girl frowned slightly, revealing a weak expression. "...No, it's just—" Favia denied it, but before she could say anything, the girl, whose gaze had become very gentle, covered her mouth with her faded long sleeves and held her head forcibly. "You see, without me, you would be hungry." Abigail smiled brightly like a flower, "Without me, you would be very lonely... Actually, Abby, I don't need a very big world. Although it's hard now, I'm still very happy because I have been waiting for you all the time." She just stared at him, narrowing her eyes as if she was sizing up her prey. In fact, the girl didn't hate his unique theory because she thought similarly. However, the moment Favia extended his hand, she could not help but turn her back to him and lean against the wall. “…Hmm!” At that time, the girl covered her mouth as much as possible and tried her best to suppress the sound. She felt that she must not let her brother down. Although it was very uncomfortable and she could not help but slide down and sit down on the wet floor, she still did not let go of her hand covering her mouth. At that moment, both of them felt that their heartbeats were very loud, as if they were covering up all the sounds around their ears. "Like you just said, this world shouldn't be one where you have to fight hard for someone to care about another person...right, my brother."
216: A family of three in an evil organization, one of them is in the dungeon (6k5) ——Oh, old thing, today, the pupa has turned into a butterfly of evil, the simple young man has disappeared, leaving only an evil leader. Soon, Die will become an emperor, sitting on the throne, ruthlessly observing the world, not from above, but from below. Because where I live is darkness, only good people are worthy of the right to walk in the sunshine. I have already embarked on a dark journey. Remember to kowtow to me in your dungeon in the future, because I will soon be the emperor of the criminal world! The emperor who rules over all evil! James——
"What are you writing, Moriarty?" "Oh no, nothing, nothing." "is it?" The black-haired young man looked at Moriarty suspiciously. Because Moriarty was writing with a proud smile, he was a little curious about it and asked casually, but unexpectedly, this usually calm young man became a little flustered, and even used his body to block his sight of the letter. Speaking of which, in my youthful memories, my friend Moriarty seemed to write a letter with a similar package every year. "Then I won't bother you anymore, just continue." The black-haired young man didn't delve too deeply into it. He just ran his fingertips across his tie and smiled. In his opinion, it might be the personal affair of James Moriarty, who published a paper on binomial theory at the age of 21, which became popular in Europe, and then published the pure mathematics work "Asteroid Mechanics" which shocked the academic world in a short period of time. However, the man was still very surprised that he would actually show such an expression, the kind of expression that was like 'running away in a rage and wanting to show off after achieving success' - when Moriarty was writing furiously, his pupils reflected the light in the room and looked sparkling. Is it a relative? Or a friend? Or someone he likes? Or someone he admires? Or... the old priest he mentioned? The black-haired young man leaned slightly on the sofa, looked at the silver-haired young man through the water cup in his hand, and thought to himself. His name was Charles Babbage, a 19th century mathematician, scientist, and steam king who dreamed of revolutionizing the world. He proposed the design concepts of the 'Difference Engine' and the 'Analytical Engine', which were the prototypes of the world's first computers based on steam engines. He is now known as the 'Father of Computers'. They were also the friends Moriarty made in the UK after he left the Chateau d'If that year. Although Moriarty did approach Faria with the idea of who Charles Babbage was, after they got to know each other, the two of them quickly became good friends due to their similar interests. After all, Babbage had helped establish the Analytical Society as early as 1812, whose purpose was to introduce continental Europe's achievements in mathematics to Britain and promote the revival of mathematics in Britain. Therefore, he and Moriarty, who was very good at mathematics, hit it off at first sight. It was at this time that Babbage fell into deep thought when faced with huge numbers while calculating the movement of celestial bodies. Not only in celestial bodies. Whether it is a government research department or a private enterprise, almost all experiments and businesses require dozens of people to operate when performing large amounts of calculations. If these countless calculations can be replaced by machines... Babbage continued to think - This was possible because a machine powered by steam engines was called a Difference Engine and could perform highly complex calculations. Yes, mathematics is used in all kinds of studies. When this machine is completed, humans will be able to achieve a leap in time savings in various fields. Civilization will surely advance for several centuries, but this is a dream that no one has been able to achieve. "It's a dream that no one has ever achieved, so according to my calculations, it's not very likely." Babbage was not angry when he heard that his ideas were denied by Moriarty, whom he had just met. Because some ties are only born out of competition, and in interpersonal relationships, some parts can only be seen clearly through competition. People are a combination of clarity and turbidity... Only by understanding the strengths and weaknesses of the other person's language and actions, and then recognizing and identifying them, can we truly know each other. Life is not without risks. You might anger others or be disliked. If you don't take such risks, it is impossible to build real trust. He is very clear about this.
So he just smiled and answered: "How do you know if you don't try? Although you can't achieve everything just by working hard, no matter what kind of setbacks you encounter, or when you can't stand the glory of your goal and lower your head, you still need to keep working hard." "Is it because there are some things you won't understand unless you try?" Moriarty looked at the data written by Babbage and stood up.