Pastor's Tantra

"Have you just become a reporter?"

After reporter Dimitar filled his stomach a little, Aiwass asked him.

"Yes, Mr. Moriarty!"

Dimit said respectfully and happily: "This is all thanks to you!"

He was holding a glass of wine in his hand, and his cheeks were already a little red.

"It's almost impossible for someone like me to become a journalist... Journalism is a sacred and demanding profession, and I'm clearly not worthy of it."

Dimitar said this, feeling a little depressed. But he quickly cheered up: "But just because I took that photo of you - I mean, I will try my best to prove it!"

"You'll make a good reporter."

Aiwass gently encouraged: "Because you always have respect for the profession of 'journalist' in your heart. Only you who want to be a good reporter from the bottom of your heart, and only you have embarked on this road yourself, Only then can you have the determination and perseverance to overcome all the difficulties on the road, and only then can you have the possibility of going on, going to the end, and finally reaching the top.”

His fingers were intertwined and stood in front of him like a pyramid.

And Dimit became more energetic: "I will try my best, Mr. Moriarty!"

"I'm very optimistic about you."

Aiwass said, lowering his voice: "You know, Dimit..."

Hearing this, Dimit subconsciously shrank his neck and showed an expression of listening attentively: "Please speak."

This is not his performance, but his pandering from the heart.

Dimit has had the talent of "reading people's looks" since he was a child. Although he has no education, he can always build good relationships with people. It's because he is particularly good at listening. People always feel comfortable talking to him.

Because of this, only with a primary school education could he have the opportunity to become a photographer for the "Glass Steps Newspaper" - this is because when he was working in another newspaper, he was brought in by another photographer as an assistant. , gradually learned and mastered outstanding photography skills.

"Master Yanis, you will leave Avalon soon."

Aiwass said softly: "Who do you think will take over the newspaper office in the future?"

Hearing Aiwass's words, Dimit's heart tightened.

He realized the weight his words might have.

Perhaps because he drank too much, he vaguely felt as fluffy as cotton and had a complacent hallucination in the depths of his brain - as if Awass would say "You can take over the newspaper office" next. But his reason screamed "This is absolutely impossible", allowing him to calm down before he expanded.

What is more likely is that Minister Moriarty wants to give him a suggestion.

The person he recommended may become the successor of Master Yanis and the controller of the newspaper.

"...I think editor-in-chief Randall is a good choice."

Demit lowered his voice and spoke softly.

Perhaps because of the desire suppressed by reason, his voice was slightly hoarse.

"Yeah?"

Aiwass was noncommittal.

And Dimit went on to say: "He is the oldest editor in the newspaper, and he was also the first group of people recruited by Master Yanis. Those people are now dying of old age, and some are retired... The only one left is Lan. Mr. Doyle is undoubtedly the most qualified person to inherit the position of Master Yanis."

"What's on your mind?" Aiwass raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

“…and most importantly, he was the one who promoted me to become a reporter.”

Dimit paused for a moment, then whispered.

"Yeah."

Aiwass held his chin with one hand and said lightly: "But I don't think this candidate is a good one."

Seeing that the senior people close to him were eliminated by Aiwass first, Dimit could not help but feel disappointed in his heart, but he quickly dismissed it and instead asked softly: "Then who do you support?"

"--you."

Aiwass said softly.

When Dimit's heart suddenly lifted, Aiwass continued: "Have you ever considered yourself?"

"……some."

Dimit's heart dropped, and he exhaled and said honestly: "Of course I have had this kind of fantasy, and I was excited for a moment... But it was just a fantasy. Because I know that I know too few things. Already..."

As he talked, he became frustrated: "And I am already this age...although I am not very old, I don't have the time to study anymore. After all, I am busy with work."

"Then how did you learn photography?"

Aiwass said softly, with some kind of low persuasion in his voice: "You could learn photography before, and now you can also try to become a reporter. Why can't you become an editor in the future?"

"Mr. Moriarty, please stop teasing me."

Dimitar made a grimace: "It would be troublesome if I really have any fantasies that I shouldn't have."

Aiwass chuckled and said, "Isn't that just right?"

"……What?"

Dimit was shocked.

But Aiwass just said: "I am not joking, I am serious. After Master Yanis leaves, I will recommend you to become the editor-in-chief of the "Glass Steps Newspaper".

"Of course, the position of president will not be given to you - after all, you have no organizational experience in this area, and it would be too troublesome for you to learn from scratch."

——Chief Editor! ?

Dimitar opened his mouth. He wanted to scream, but he suppressed the complicated thoughts in his heart with reason, and controlled himself with great reluctance.

"I……"

…can I really do it?

Before he could say these words, he bit his tongue suddenly and tasted blood.

He suppressed his violently beating heart and said extremely seriously: "I will definitely do a good job! I will definitely live up to your approval!"

Dimit knew that this was by no means a time to be reserved and humble - Aiwass Moriarty had a high status, and he had many people to find, and it was impossible for him to coax him to come.

Therefore, I must not take a step back or show any reluctance at this time!

Once you miss this opportunity, it will never come again!

"You also know that Master Yanis is His Majesty's teacher. So when she was here, "The Glass Steps" always protected His Majesty. Now that she will leave soon, she will inevitably worry about "The Glass Steps" after she leaves. What will happen to the newspaper?"

Aiwass said slowly: "Do you know what the glass steps refer to, Dimit?"

"...It's the steps you take when you step onto the Round Table Hall."

Demetrius pondered for a moment and then replied: "The steps are set up to allow the knights to walk more slowly and cautiously."

"It seems now that this may be the purpose."

Aiwass just chuckled: "But it was definitely not the case back then - Lancelot I founded the country with bravery, how could he be afraid of those knights who were a generation younger than him? As the only survivor of the Giant War with outstanding merits, Veteran, the supreme king of the authoritarian country, how could he use this method to make the knights express their humility?"

"That is……?"

Reporter Dimit hesitated.

"——The answer is that the glass steps of Avalon symbolize the monarch's absolute control and confidence."

Aiwass replied: "He has absolute confidence to protect these extremely fragile and beautiful things, because he is Lancelot I. With this sentence alone, no one dares to make a mistake in front of him..."

The young man with long, gorgeous white-blond hair has a deep gaze.

Dimit raised his head and looked at Aiwass and the night scene behind him.

The twilight outside the window is deep and the stars are dim. The translucent arc moon was already held high in the night sky where there was still some residual light.

Although he was much younger than himself, Dimit felt as if he was talking to an elder and felt tremendous pressure.

"It is so fragile that it can break at the touch of a touch. However, since the founding of the country, no one has dared to touch it. It still exists there intact without a single repair. What does this come from? It is because of the Silver Crowned Dragon Does the strength make it stronger?

"No, it's because people are always cautious. Because the 'Glass Steps' is a symbol of Avalon's royal power, an invisible chain holding the elephant. It is the most important symbol at the beginning of the founding of Avalon - stronger than A scepter is stronger than a sword, and stronger than a crown.”

Aiwass said softly: "Now you know why Yanis named you "Glass Steps Newspaper".

"You are so fragile and vulnerable - there are not even a few transcendents among you. But no one dares to touch it. Because you are just another 'glass staircase'."

"Then you..."

Dimitar raised his heart.

He was vaguely aware of something.

——If the symbol of the "Glass Steps" is so clear, then how could Aiwass allow himself to be the editor-in-chief when he knows nothing but is loyal and serious?

Sure enough, Aiwass next said something that almost caused Dimitr to have a cardiac arrest——

"But Isabel is not inclined to be authoritarian. She can't hold on to the glass steps because they are not something that should belong to her.

"Avalon will no longer be a state of authoritarianism. The fragile and beautiful, precarious and vulnerable glass steps... should also be shattered."

Aiwass leaned back on the seat and looked deeply: "She will get what belongs to her. But it will not be inherited from Lancelot...the glass steps that make her always cautious and fearful."

"This is Isabel's Avalon. Not Du Lac's Avalon. Do you understand that?

"——Mr. Dimit."

Aiwass's words were gentle, but sharp and heavy to the extent that Dimitar didn't dare to answer a word.

He looked at Aiwass in shock. But he didn't even know why he was afraid, and he didn't know what Aiwass' actions meant... He just had a vague and vague feeling that Aiwass seemed to be changing the entire Avalon.

In an authoritarian country, its laws cannot be changed forever——

This is also the glass staircase that remains in his heart.

Even though he had received no education and had never read any books, it was still etched in his heart. It's like the knights have forgotten why the glass steps exist, but they still dare not destroy them.

At this moment, a scream suddenly came from outside the window.

"There are wolves——"

"It's a werewolf! Run!"

Immediately afterwards, shouts, fighting sounds and gunfire sounded together, and the clear sound of the griffin came immediately along with the thunder. The chaos outside made Aiwass look back out the window, and Dimitre barely breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did he realize that he was sweating profusely.

Today is the third update, with more than 7,000 words, so it’s a bit late~