Pastor's Tantra

Yassen's expression suddenly became serious.

His deep eyes frowned slightly, and his lips pursed subconsciously. The arms and palms exert force at the same time, like a solidified statue.

"What's wrong, Mr. Yasen?"

The man who looked "pale" smiled brightly, and intentionally or unintentionally revealed his sharp teeth that were as sharp as animals: "Did I admit the wrong person?"

Alice's eyes suddenly widened.

There was vigilance and astonishment in her eyes, and she had to try her best to restrain her rattling throat with reason to prevent herself from screaming.

--vampire!

As a member of the Hawkeye organization, she certainly has a considerable understanding of the Moon Children group.

However, her own strength is insufficient and her status is too noble. In addition, she just had an incident in the Theocracy not long ago, and now the organization does not dare to arrange for her to do anything risky.

Therefore, until now, Alice has not personally carried out even one mission to assassinate the Moon Child.

And the Moon Child in front of her... just looking at it, Alice could clearly feel an extremely strong sense of oppression.

The intense pressure is like the deep sea, suffocating and dizzy. But she didn't dare to show anything strange at all, or even show that she had recognized the identity of the other party's Moon Son... because ordinary people in Iris shouldn't have too in-depth understanding of the Moon Son.

Even in Iris, Moonchild remains hidden in the dark side of society. For most citizens, "Vampire Death Gotre" is still an urban legend, let alone something that young ladies who are not familiar with the world should know.

But……

Alice had a feeling that this man was deliberately showing his fangs to tempt her to lose her composure.

——Has he already recognized himself as Hawkeye?

This filled Alice with fear, as if she were facing an abyss.

Of course she knew how these Moon Children would deal with the Hawkeye members they caught - just killing them would be considered the most merciful thing.

After most assassins were brutally tortured, their limbs were cut off and turned into "living blood packs", squeezed into juice and thrown into blood pools, or tortured to death with cruel punishments. Female assassins like her will suffer several times more torture and humiliation than men...

At this moment, Yassen reached out, took Alice's hand, and patted the back of her hand affectionately.

The gentle force and the warmth in her palm suddenly woke Alice up.

"...Yes, I am Yassen."

Yassen smiled, but there was no smile on his face.

He pursed his lips and asked slowly and cautiously: "Excuse me... what do you call me sir?"

"Just call me Eben."

"Iben" chuckled and said calmly.

Ibn...

Yasen's heart moved.

Combined with this white robe and the somewhat weird and awkward iris language, he could basically confirm this guy's identity.

...A son of the moon from the ancient kingdom of Parthia? It's really rare.

After a brief self-introduction, silence returned to the table.

In this kind of atmosphere, if you ask the other party's identity or purpose of coming first, your aura will be at a disadvantage.

The thin vampire with white robe and white hair just smiled, picked up the beer on the table and drank happily. There is no trace of the elegance or evil of the Moon Child, and he looks like a barbarian without any etiquette.

Alice stood there, a little uneasy. She felt that she was standing here too conspicuously, but she missed the opportunity to sit down with Yasen just now. She felt that if she suddenly sat down now, she would look a little out of place...

The noisy bar at this moment was like a furnace in the depths of purgatory, making her sweat drip from her back. Even the bard playing the lute couldn't relax her.

But after the two of them became quiet, she clearly heard the bard's voice telling a story:

"The white-robed pope then shouted:

"'Even if it's a meteorite, I can catch it! Sun, go back to its rightful place!'

"Even the fallen sun woke up and became sacred and bright again..."

"hehe……"

Listening to the story, the white-robed vampire suddenly laughed for some reason.

Alice, who was keen, could hear it, it was a sarcastic ridicule.

Dissatisfaction suddenly arose in her heart - even though she was captured alive by the young human pope, she had no resentment towards Aiwass. On the contrary, they respected him quite a bit and decided that the only way out was for the Hawkeye Organization to surrender to the Theocracy.

Not to mention, that was the hero who defeated Fallen Sky Division and saved the world!

Now that she saw that this vampire dared to be disrespectful to the Pope, her blood suddenly boiled and she couldn't help but said: "Do you have any opinions about that Pope...?"

"How come?"

The white-robed vampire just smiled casually and said in a joking tone: "I hope he can conquer the world. Bathing in the light is better than walking in the darkness."

These words seemed a bit inappropriate for a child of the moon to say... But when "Iben" said this, he looked at Alice specifically. This made her tremble for a moment, as if the other party had discovered her true identity.

Walking in the darkness...could it be referring to myself?

As expected, Iben then asked casually: "Miss, what do you call me?"

"...Alice."

Alice put her hand on her chest and answered her name truthfully.

"What's your last name?"

The white vampire smiled: "Do you think...if you tell me your last name, I will know who you are?"

"..."

Alice pursed her lips, feeling the growing pressure.

"You are so conscious."

He said slowly: "Even so, you are unwilling to give a false last name...Is this your pride and sense of belonging to your family?

"--Miss Alice de Harcourt? "

Hearing this, Alice was shocked.

She couldn't stop shivering, and her legs went weak and she fell into the seat.

There was a green light in her pupils that flickered fiercely, flickering.

She wanted to escape, wanted to leave here. And this thought subconsciously activated her power of adapting to the Tao, allowing her to enter a state of resonance with the Tao.

However, Alice knew very well that if she revealed her identity as an adaptor in front of a child of the moon... it would undoubtedly mean death.

So she became more and more afraid and restrained her instinct to escape; but this behavior of abandoning her instinct to survive just conformed to the principles of adapting to the Tao, and on the contrary, the resonance with the Tao became stronger.

Usually, she has always lived in a comfortable environment and could not resonate with the adapting Tao. Now, the understanding of the Tao she gained in just a few minutes is even more than that of the past few months...

And Yasen breathed a sigh of relief, looking inexplicably relieved.

"Don't scare us. "

Yasen raised his eyebrows and said in a light-hearted manner: "You have been here for a short time at Iris Flower, but you have been able to investigate our identities so clearly, and you are still willing to chat with us here. I guess there is something...you want us to help? "

He said this, but he was ready to escape at any time.

--If he bet wrong, and the other party was indeed the Moon Son who was informed by the insider to capture them, then he would be finished.

Although he is not a local Moon Son... but judging from the pressure, this guy should be a fifth-level "Grand Duke" Moon Son. Even if he is slightly worse than the red face of Xingti, he will not be much different.

He tried his best and probably created a chance for the little girl to escape. He didn't dare to bet that he could drag the other party here, but at least if the other party was willing to have fun for a while instead of directly sucking all her blood from the air, there would be at least a chance of survival...

And the white-haired Moon Son just grinned, put down the wine glass in his hand, and slowly revealed a cruel and evil hideous smile.

"If I remember correctly," Iben lowered his head and picked his nails, and said leisurely, "As the 'righteous thief', Lord Arsen should not be mixed with the gangsters, liars, and murderers living in the sewers like Hawkeye, right? "

He looked at Yasen, and then looked at Alice. Just a glance, Alice was almost scared to death.

"--Or are you just a guest lecturer, giving them a theft class?"

Hearing this, Yasen finally confirmed his thoughts.

The other party really has something to find him!

He breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his body slightly. He narrowed his eyes cautiously, did not answer the question, but asked directly: "Do you need me to help you get something, Lord Iben?"

Unconsciously, he changed "Mr." to "Lord."

"It's not a thing."

Iben smiled and said, "I want you to help me find someone."

"Don't worry, I have enough friends. As long as he is still in Iris, I can find him for you no matter where he is!"

The thief said confidently.

"That's great. "

Iben smiled gently, which made his thin face look less scary.

But before Yasen could catch his breath, the next sentence made him feel suffocated:

"The person I'm looking for is the famous detective in Avalon - Mr. Sherlock Hermes.

"According to my information, you should know where he is, sir."

It was a gentle, calm, but suffocating and oppressive word.