Pastor's Tantra

Chapter 518 The Thirteenth Circle

Aiwass felt that if he had not revealed his affinity with unicorns, Gray would have planned to let Pegasus carry him.

As the spokesperson of the Pope, she is obviously very well-known in the Eternal Theocracy... probably much higher than Aiwass's popularity in Avalon. Taking Aiwass up one ring at a time in her capacity would only make Aiwass famous. And she can also feel that Aiwass is not the kind of person who likes to be famous.

This is probably why she brought three groups of papal guards with her. On the one hand, "seven" is the sacred number of the Silver Crown Dragon; on the other hand, this is essentially letting these papal guards act as drivers for Aiwass and his entourage.

As they ascended straight up, iridescent light flowed around the unicorn, and golden light flowed around the Pegasus. As these rays of light formed a translucent cover, blocking the cold air... Aiwass didn't even feel the coldness and impact of the airflow at all.

It didn't take long for their group to reach the thirteenth floor.

We are already high in the sky, and the pure white clouds are so close to here, as if they are as close as the ceiling.

Logically speaking, when you reach this altitude, you should feel cold and lack of oxygen.

However, Aiwass didn't feel any strange at all - he even felt that the oxygen had become more abundant.

As soon as he stepped onto the thirteenth ring, Aiwass clearly felt a completely different atmosphere and layout from the first ring.

The natural lighting here is much weaker than the sun-drenched first ring. But there are torches everywhere, so it lights up like a great library.

The torch burned quietly with a crimson flame without trembling.

It was as if these flames were completely unaware of the vibration of the airflow. It's as stable as a texture.

The dominant color here is tan.

The space here is very large, even larger than a football field at first glance. Not far from where they landed, there were many tables, stools, and a large number of bookshelves. They are all made of wood and the color matches the flooring quite well.

But there are very few elves here.

It was sparse, only about a dozen people. Each table can support at least four people, but all elves are for one person per table. The candles on every occupied desk were lit, and these elves stayed here and read books quietly.

Even if they saw the Pope's guards and the Holy Lady from a distance, no one stood up, and they even showed no expression at all.

They just stretched out their hands to touch their foreheads and shoulders, and nodded slightly - this was considered a salute. There are even people who don't even look at it, just looking down at their books.

Sherlock's eyes suddenly widened: "So...do elves usually get along with each other like this?"

——This is almost impossible in Avalon.

Her Highness the Saint's status is probably higher than Minister Moriarty. Let alone Minister Moriarty, if any minister appears somewhere wearing armor and riding a griffon, he will immediately become the focus of the field of vision.

"That's normal...Mr. Hermes."

Gray said personally: "Because strictly speaking, we elves do not have any class differences. People respect me or the Pope's Guards just because they respect His Majesty the Pope; they respect His Majesty the Pope because everyone respects their faith …and respect for the Nine Pillars.

"I am a spokesperson, but I am only a spokesperson. In fact, I have no power."

——Not necessarily.

Aiwass added secretly in his mind.

The Eternal Theocracy is essentially a large-scale society of favors, and Her Highness the Saint’s favors are obviously quite valuable...

The elves' desires are weak and their output is obviously excessive. When daily needs are fully met, the only need is to hope that "others will do something specifically for you."

In other words, it is buying and selling time.

This "time" is the currency of the Eternal Theocracy.

Seeing Sherlock and Lily being gently put down from the Pegasus by the guards, Aiwass also subconsciously wanted to get off the unicorn. But Gray hugged Aiwass's waist with her backhand and pulled him back.

"Don't run around, Aiwass."

Gray said seriously: "The Thirteenth Circle is a large space and the buildings are complicated. If you get lost, it will be difficult for me to find you. Since Lord Pansy can accept your touch, you can stay here with peace of mind." On."

"...What about Sherlock and Lily?" Aiwass was a little dissatisfied for a moment.

It wasn't that he felt uncomfortable sitting on the unicorn's back... mainly because the Gray Saint was too close to him.

Aiwass would not have any reaction to this before, and would probably lie back comfortably. But now that he has established a relationship with Isabel, he feels like sitting here on pins and needles.

"As long as you're here, they won't run around."

Gray replied calmly.

Don't say it...you're right. Aiwass thought.

Soon, Aiwass knew why Sherlock and Lily were put down.

After they all passed through an emerald green light curtain, the papal guards bowed and left. The saint led them through the corridors with increasingly complex terrain.

The corridor looked like a series of rings going inward... like a snail's shell. The place where they just landed was the entrance to the snail shell.

As they continued deeper inside, Sherlock discovered that this floor seemed to be filled with all kinds of books.

The corridors here are not narrow, they are about as wide as a museum exhibition hall... and there are a lot of tables and chairs in every place.

As they walked forward, they could see specimens one after another fixed in the air by several rings of light.

"Dragon's Heart Cross Section-Sample A1"

"Adult Smaur Manticore-Sample G2"

"Cannibal Rabbit and His Family-Sample A1"

…

Sherlock was dazzled.

In a daze, he felt like he was back in his childhood...the feeling he had when he visited the museum for the first time. He also knew why Her Majesty the Saint did not let Aiwass run around.

——If it weren’t for following Aiwass, he would have wanted to run away!

After walking forward for a while, after passing a green screen, there were still various books around, but the style of the specimens changed.

"Lunar Calendar Year 1765-Steam Engine Prototype (Human)"

"Lunar Calendar Year 874 - Stone Golem First Generation Machine (Human)"

"Lunar Calendar Year 322-Lightforge Prototype (Dwarf)"

…

Why a monthly calendar? What does the monthly calendar mean?

A doubt came into Sherlock's mind.

But as he continued to move forward, he began to see something completely different from before -

"Amber Calendar Year 3266 - Elixir of Life (Snake Man)"

"Amber Calendar Year 4315 - Heroes' Banquet (Dragon)"

"Amber Calendar Year 2389-Crystal Guard (Elves)"

This is……

An invention before the birth of Eternal Self!

Sherlock's curiosity was instantly filled!

He finally understood what the thirteenth circle meant.

It carries almost the entire history of the elves up to now.

But Sherlock didn't know about the intersection of the Amber Calendar and the Lunar Calendar. He saw the last invention, which was the water purification device invented by the Lizard Man in the Amber Calendar 6449.

So it seems that the history of elves is less than 10,000 years?

In terms of the lifespan of an elf, it is actually only a dozen generations...

Just as Sherlock was thinking this, they passed by a green light curtain again.

This area is even quieter than the previous area.

Sherlock couldn't help but open his eyes slightly.

Not only him, but even Lily paused subconsciously. Even Aiwass held his breath.

Because there are densely packed crystal sculptures here.

Some people are painting, some are sculpting, some are farming, some are dispensing medicine, some are writing... everyone is keeping working. Some are red, some are yellow, some are purple... Even the colors of the gems are completely different.

And all these crystal sculptures are all elves.

Written below them are their names, dates of birth, and... the time and reason for Ning Pa.

Suddenly, Aiwass saw a somewhat familiar figure from behind.

He couldn't help calling in a low voice - it was too quiet here, just like a library. Subconsciously, he lowers his voice:

"...Master Yanis?"

"Um?"

Hearing Aiwass' call, Yanis, who was standing quietly in front of a painter's sculpture, suddenly turned around in surprise: "Aiwass...?"

Chapter 2 About six o'clock! There are already a few hundred words, I’ll post it when I’m done