Pastor's Tantra

It's like soaking in the bathtub and falling asleep, and like returning to the arms of my mother when I was a child.

In a faint sense of relief, Isabel felt her consciousness gradually sinking into the sea of ​​nothingness.

She could still vaguely feel the taste of Zuimeng Tincture lingering in her mouth, slowly infiltrating into her nasal cavity from the depths of her throat.

The mellow wine aroma is mixed with the fragrance of sesame and basil leaves, and you can also vaguely taste the very clear earthy smell.

- Like chewing the dirt after a spring rain. Or cook young asparagus and eat it with wine.

This thought suddenly came to Isabel's mind, and she was instinctively happy that she had found this metaphor.

When she woke up again, she found herself sitting in the third seat.

Isabel turned around and saw the familiar figure in the first position——

He was wearing the pale white priest's robe, leaning back casually on the back of the chair. The left arm leaning on the armrest supports the chin, while the right hand is placed casually in front of the body.

The flame butterfly was hidden in the cuff of his right hand - the little bits of fire made his cuff look like a bonfire with sparks spewing out.

Even though his face was blurry, Isabel easily recognized Aiwass's identity.

When it was confirmed that Aiwass was here, Isabel breathed a sigh of relief.

She is no longer as timid and fearful as she was at the beginning... If she had been at that time, she would have felt uneasy if she had not seen Aiwass when she entered the venue this time.

But even so, it is definitely a good thing to be matched with someone you know.

That's better than cooperating with strangers - people who don't know the details and can't see through their true nature. After the ceremony is over, they will basically never be seen again in this life.

Under such circumstances, if you trust them gullibly, you may be betrayed at a critical moment.

...But, isn't Sherlock here this time?

Isabel thought so and glanced around. It turned out that my worries actually came true.

——Little Sherlock really hasn’t come in yet.

Although Isabel is quite confident in herself, she still thinks that Sherlock must be stronger than her.

If Sherlock can enter this promotion ceremony, she should be ranked further behind Sherlock.

Even if the order of seating in the promotion ceremony does not necessarily strictly represent the degree of strength, it is still an important reference.

Sandwiched between Isabel and Aiwass was a middle-aged man who sat upright and looked as calm and reliable as a rock.

His physique could be described as strong, and his arms were even thicker than Isabel's thighs.

The man was very polite. After Isabel appeared, he did not immediately look at her and collect information with rude searching eyes. Instead, he closed his eyes and rested.

——Of course, there is no need to close your eyes and rest your mind while dreaming. This just means that you "have no intention of prying into other people's secrets."

Shortly after Isabel appeared, a new person suddenly appeared on her right.

It was an old man - he was dressed in Parthian style, with a white robe covering his hands and feet, and a white turban and scarf on his head.

Even in the promotion ceremony that blurred his appearance, no specific features of his could be seen at all - his only exposed features were above the nose and below the eyebrows.

Isabel looked at him steadily, but frowned slightly.

...Pathites?

Not quite right.

Nowadays, the promotion ceremony with Aiwass as the core has not yet been carried out, which means that most of the people participating in the ceremony are in Avalon or even on the Glass Island. There are not many Parthians on the Glass Island.

——Is it Mr. Iben?

This thought came to Isabel's mind.

The rest rite master who had been in the Palace of Silver and Tin since the time of Queen Sophia happened to be at the third level now.

Anyway, you will know when the time comes. Even though the promotion ceremony will blur the voices of the participants, some speaking habits will not change much - Isabel is confident that she can recognize the identity of the other party.

But if it was Old Ibn, why did he wear Parthian clothes?

And Iben appeared so late... In Isabel's opinion, his power should be stronger than hers.

"Hello, my name is Lulu. I am a promotion person on the path of beauty. I am good at assisting teammates and providing benefits to them."

Thinking about this, Isabel took the initiative to ask the old man beside her: "Old sir... what should we call him?"

Hearing her question, the man sitting on Isabel's left suddenly opened his eyes and looked over with some confusion.

The hunched old man just smiled and did not look directly at Isabel.

He lowered his eyebrows and answered meekly: "My name is Olive, Miss Lulu. A person who has transcended the path of advancement."

"——beyond the path?"

This was not what Isabel asked.

But the man sitting between Aiwass and Isabel suddenly asked.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he asked without hesitation or politeness: "There are not many legal transcendents in Avalon. Which side are you from? Or are you one of the illegal ones?"

"Looking at your dress, are you a stowaway?"

As soon as the man spoke these words, the other three people raised their heads and looked at him with silent and somewhat strange eyes.

But facing these looks, the man did not waver at all.

He ignored the looks of the other two, but first nodded slightly to Aiwass, who was wearing a priest's robe, and then said calmly: "You can call me 'pirate' - I am a third-level supervisor. , I am good at machetes, long swords, crossbows, unarmed attacks, and am proficient in the fighting styles of 'protection' and 'challenge'. If you encounter a battle, I will be your shield."

Except for the first sentence, his subsequent words were all addressed to Aiwass.

"Pirates" are very clear about their purpose.

Whether it is the path of beauty or the path of transcendence, their identities are not yet clear.

They didn't seem to know each other, so they must be from two groups.

The "Pirate" couldn't immediately determine who was the good guy, so he went directly to "Fox", the highest-ranking and best priest present, and actively showed his favor to Aiwass.

No matter what, the pastor must be one of his own. The third-level priest is already the lowest level bishop.

And the young priest who is ranked so high shows that he has great hope of being promoted to the fourth level and becoming one of the few archbishops of Avalon.

And as a melee class, he is also easily injured. The full moon ceremony of the third into the fourth, as long as it is not a random script of the path of wisdom, there is a high probability that there will be a high-intensity battle...

So pleasing priests with powerful healing abilities has become his core strategy.

It just so happens that priests are usually not good at combat either. There is always a need for someone to protect you - everyone gets what they need.

And with the two key job roles of defender and healer, it is easy to recruit other teammates. In this way, they can become the proactive party.

...Quite smart.

Aiwass, who was sitting comfortably in the chief position, raised his eyebrows with interest.

He sensed the other party's good intentions. Although not entirely sure, "Pirate" seemed to have vaguely guessed Aiwass's identity.

"...Mr. Pirate, are you from the Supervision Bureau?"

Thinking of this, Aiwass asked warmly: "Can I know which city you are from?"

"I am from Shengxia County."

"Pirate" replied: "I was born on the seaside since I was a child."

It sounded true, Aiwass' instinct told him.

- But there is no doubt that this is a lie.

Aiwass immediately logically identified the opponent's biggest loophole - because the "pirate" was sandwiched between Aiwass, Isabel, and Iben, he could only be on the Glass Island, and should not be far from the Palace of Silver and Tin. .

Apparently, the pirates did not know that Isabel and Iben were on the Glass Island.

He thought they were in other parts of Avalon, so he subconsciously told lies like this to hide his true area. This sentence directly exposed his perspective.

This is actually quite normal.

Whether it is Minister Aiwass, Queen Isabel, or Ibn as the palace ritualist, their specific path levels are definitely not something that a small inspection can know.

He was already very smart if he could vaguely guess that "Fox" might be Aiwass from his age and aura. There was no way he could directly guess the identity of their young queen from the third-level beauty path promoters - in his opinion, the queen's promotion ceremony must be accompanied by a large group of loyal royal elite guards.

Moreover, Isabel became a transcendent not long ago, and she had seen retribution when she first became a transcendent. Contacting the fourth level in less than half a year is basically impossible in the eyes of outsiders.

From this point of view, it can be judged that the "pirates" are not in the core circle of Glass Island.

Isabel was also silently analyzing the identity of the "pirate"——

The third-level supervisor is basically the strongest person in terms of supervisory status. Judging from his age, it is no surprise that he should be an inspector general.

The way he sits seems to have a military background. But he is an inspector rather than a light cavalry, which shows that he is from the army. The Inspector General on the Glass Island is a third-level, male, middle-aged, former soldier, and his nickname is a pirate...

...is that Commissioner Kent from White Queen?

A name came to Isabel's mind.

When this idea came to Isabel's mind, her intuition told her that she was probably right.

Not that she could guess correctly. But Isabel has not seen many supervisors in person.

Among the supervisors she knew, there happened to be such a person who fit all the keywords.

...So, Sherlock is not here now, and there is one less person in their team. Do you want to reveal your identity to Mr. "Pirate"?

Isabel thought so and looked at Aiwass. Seeing Aiwass shaking his head slightly, she suddenly felt enlightened.

Aiwass didn't want the "pirates" to know his identity... He was very confident. But Aiwass's character seeks stability, and he likes to unite the people he needs to unite - when he lacks strength, Aiwass is always good at gaining strength from others. But now he took the initiative to give up the opportunity to directly tie the "pirate" to his side.

Is it because of the confidence given by Mr. "Olive"?

No, to be more precise...

It's because Aiwass believes that "pirates" may be opposed to the path of "beauty" or "transcendence", so for the sake of Mr. Olive's position, he does not want pirates to join his camp, nor does he want to rely on authority to force the other party to give up directly from the sidelines. Promotion?

Isabel keenly captured Aiwass’s thoughts.

——So, Mr. Olive is indeed Mr. Iben!

With just one sentence, Isabel instantly analyzed the true identities of the two teammates.

This made Isabel lick her lips with unusual satisfaction.

What a pity, Sherlock is not here.

Isabel felt a little regretful.

Sherlock said her reasoning lacked logic - but in fact, it turned out to be quite accurate!

When Isabel first came into contact with Shylock from the promotion ceremony, Shylock, who did not know her true identity, ridiculed her several times for being unsmart and illogical, and even said in front of Aiwass, "The ally of the path of beauty." It's not reliable" - she kept it secretly in her heart!

Isabel can hold a grudge!

Since then, she has been quietly waiting for an opportunity to defeat Sherlock in an area where Sherlock is good at.

There was no need for Sherlock to admit defeat, as long as he was surprised or exclaimed.

If I missed this time, I don’t know when the next time will be.

Sherlock could still accompany Aiwass to the Theocracy, but she could only stay in Avalon...

It would be nice if she wasn't the queen.

Or if Avalon is gone...

Such thoughts suddenly appeared in Isabel's mind.

But she shook her head violently to dispel the terrible thought.

Avalon was gone...she couldn't imagine what that would be like.

She only knew that it would make many people homeless and their lives worse than death.

...But why did I suddenly have such an idea?

Isabel was confused.