Pastor's Tantra

The slightly bright red light under Yeats' pupils flickered for a moment, and then he replied casually: "That's not the case. I came back from Iris - and stayed on the Glass Island for a few days before coming back.

"I have studied abroad in Iris for many years. It has been a long time since I returned to my hometown."

"International students..."

Haina's expression was a little subtle.

The reason is also very simple.

Because this person looks like he must be at least thirty years old.

How long have you been studying abroad?

There are even many lecturers at Wangli Law University who look younger than him - such as the bishops.

And Haina was inexplicably unhappy when she heard that he was going to study abroad in Iris.

Because she doesn't like the Iris people very much - she hates the pretentious, frivolous and dissolute Iris people more than the Star Antimony people.

Furthermore, she subconsciously felt that this man named Yeats might also be a prodigal son. The inexplicable sense of intimacy I felt when meeting fellow villagers became weaker as a result.

So her tone became calmer, and after a pause she asked: "Mr. Yeats, what did you learn at Iris...music?"

She could vaguely catch a trace of a temperament similar to Her Highness Isabel's from this tall man.

So she instinctively felt that this person might be an extraordinary person on the path of beauty.

——Obviously we in Avalon also have our own inheritance of beauty! There is no need to go abroad to learn this kind of thing!

"I studied screenwriting. Because I aspired to be a playwright."

Yeats sighed, his voice gentle and low: "But now it seems that I am still better at writing poetry."

"There are always some things that people are good at and some things that they are not good at."

Haina reluctantly comforted her politely: "It was also after I went to school, or even after graduation..."

——I realized that the path I am good at may be the path beyond. ơɱ

Before she could say anything, she was suddenly startled.

Her intuition gave another strong warning, making her realize that she couldn't say these words, and she completely woke up.

When encountering the same situation for the second time, Haina finally became vigilant. She looked at the person opposite with an unkind expression.

If the first time was accidental, then the second time happened in succession... Could it be that I was charmed?

Obviously Yeats's charm was far inferior to that of Mr. Aiwass, but she could say things to him casually that she was too cautious to say to Mr. Aiwass. It was as if there was some mysterious power that kept her friendly to this stranger.

She closed her mouth, looked at Yeats nervously and critically, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

...the art of friendship on the path of love?

"gentlemen……"

Haina was about to show the ceremonial sword she carried - train security had no right to disarm her - and decided to arrest this strange man for using friendly tricks on strangers in the name of "abusing illegal road abilities".

But at this moment, the train happened to slowly arrive at the terminal.

"What?"

Yeats raised his head with an innocent look: "Is something wrong?"

But her acting skills were far inferior to those of Mr. Aiwass - used to seeing Aiwass pretending to be innocent towards Shylock, Haina almost immediately felt that Yeats was acting.

But she thought about it and decided to follow the guidance of her intuition.

The less trouble, the better.

——Her experience in the Supervision Bureau during these days has taught her something.

Not only was the space on this train cramped, but it was also filled with unarmed civilians. If a fight really breaks out, it might cause big trouble.

And she was now far away from the capital, unable to call for support. Her gryphons have not arrived yet, and the area in Muwan County is too weak...

She no longer regards the supervisor as a strong person who maintains fairness and justice as she did before graduation - even the Supervisory Bureau on Glass Island, which is her home field, will be attacked. The supervisor is not invincible. Since this person can silently use friendly spells on himself twice, he is most likely stronger than Haina.

Then Haina can at least not cause unnecessary trouble to her colleagues.

Instead of trying to be brave, it would be better to write a letter and report the situation here and what you see and hear to the teacher - this should be more effective.

Anyway, Aiwass and Sherlock will be here tonight. If there is any conspiracy, just let smart people think about it and solve it.

She's not smart either, so don't think too much.

"……never mind."

Thinking of this, Haina replied stiffly.

She took a deep look at the man with the fake smile on his face, and after remembering his appearance and features, she took her luggage and turned around to leave.

When Haina left, Yeats remained motionless in his seat.

When everyone left, he was still sitting in his seat.

But except for Haina, the other passengers seemed not to see him... and just walked past him.

Not just turning a blind eye to his presence. If Haina was more sensitive, she would have discovered that when she and Yeats were arguing, no one else looked up at all.

It was like the moment she was talking to Yeats, she was simultaneously dragged into a realm of no existence.

Just like before Yeats took the initiative to talk to Haina, Haina didn't notice him at all.

Yeats walked to the seat in front of Haina, lowered his head and smelled deeply the scent left by Haina.

As he took in the breath, his pupils suddenly lit up with a flash of scarlet. After he closed his eyes and digested it for a while, the red glow gradually faded.

"...Interesting. A pure and upright character. Not bad for his talent on the authoritarian path. He is almost exposed to the fourth energy level at a young age. He also has the adaptability of transcendence and dusk..."

His voice was gentle and low: "Not only does she have Meg's flagon on her body, but she has also come into contact with Lancelot's descendants. There is also the breath of Alexander, the breath of Hermes, the breath of Heracross... She is The protagonist of this era?"

Is it just a coincidence that I came here at this time? Or... is there someone behind the scenes?

Yeats frowned in thought.

He took another deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to distinguish the details.

Suddenly, Yeats frowned slightly.

He opened his eyes, a little surprised and uncertain: "Is this smell... that guy Mathers?"

Yeats stood in the train corridor and thought for a long time.

When the train at the terminal station started moving again, he had quietly disappeared from where he was.

Obviously he never passed the window or door at all - but when he appeared again, he turned into a crow, flapped his wings and flew to the branches of a giant tree.

Then he transformed into a gray wolf.

The figure was as thin as a shadow.

After he turned into a wolf, the branches under him swayed slightly, but they were not crushed by him.

The brown wolf eyes quietly watched Haina walking further and further away. But Haina suddenly looked back and looked around...as if she felt something.

"What a strong intuition."

Yeats admired in a low voice.

But at this moment, his expression suddenly became solemn.

Yeats suddenly turned around and looked in another direction, his gaze becoming profound.

"...Demonologist?"

He murmured in a low voice: "Or a magician?"

The wolf stood quietly on the branch of the tree.

It seemed as if he had stood for a long time, or as if he had only stood for a moment - as soon as the sun turned, he disappeared from the spot without knowing when. It was like he disappeared into the carriage.

And at the same time, on the other side.

Muwan County, Bagpipe Town.

Two giants were standing in front of the town's public cemetery.

The ongoing exorcism ritual allowed the demonologists in red robes to dig out coffins one after another. They were so busy, but no one noticed their presence at all.

"Your Highness."

The slightly shorter giant said respectfully: "I checked again and it's indeed not there."

"There must be."

The giant prince Wolfram's tone was low and serious: "My beholder is unmistakable - that book will appear in mid-December, near Bagpipe Town, Muwan County, a place 'closest to death' .I must get it.

"If you don't find it here, look for it elsewhere - remember to bury the coffins and don't disturb the locals. It would be bad if the church finds out... We need to buy time."

"Then where should I take them now?"

"Send half of your people to sneak into the morgues of all the hospitals in this town. Then take the rest of your people to look through the cemeteries of the surrounding villages one by one.

"George is like a mad dog - he is still chasing me, I can't keep looking at you... You help me find the book first, and we will help you lure George away. After finding the book, start the mirage ritual and contact me. Or If you can’t find the cemetery in the surrounding villages, let me know.”

"Understood, Your Highness."

The shorter giant replied respectfully.

"Don't let me down again, Kasim."

Wolfram's figure slowly disappeared like a shadow, and before disappearing, he warned again: "If you lose the Book of Law, don't come to see me."

The giant known as Cassiam didn't fully stand upright until Wolfram left.

He was deep in thought, while the people around him came closer in fear.

"Sir...you saw it, indeed there is not."

"I don't know. The leader just saw it with his own eyes... Just let the brothers bury them back again. Then deal with the excavation traces here."

Qasiem said expressionlessly: "Then you take a dozen people, working in pairs, to search the morgue of the hospital in the town. I will take people to the surrounding villages to look."

update completed!

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