Pastor's Tantra

Chapter 539 Loki and the Saint

After breakfast, Aiwass took Sherlock and his party to the hotel where the trolls were staying.

Among the three trolls, only the hunter with green skin woke up early. When Aiwass arrived, he was devouring the hotel's all-you-can-eat breakfast.

There were guests of various races around, mostly humans. Aiwass also saw the rare lizard man.

Although the atmosphere here was quite harmonious, everyone's conversation was soft and polite, and no one made any ridicule or attack on the troll hunter. But everyone unanimously chose to turn a blind eye and left a large space beside the hunter empty.

However, the troll hunter didn't feel anything about this. Instead, he was very happy to occupy a large space - he took a lot of meat, spread it out on the table in front of him, and ate it until the juices flowed all over.

And when he looked up and saw Aiwass, he was so frightened that he almost choked to death.

His originally wanton expression suddenly turned into a cower, and he stood up hesitantly like a child who had made some mistake, gesticulating at Aiwass.

Aiwass didn't say anything, just smiled and patted his shoulder, motioning for him to sit down and continue eating.

But it seemed that the arrival of Aiwass frightened his stomach, or he did not dare to let Aiwass stand aside and wait. The hunter didn't dare to take a few more bites and stood up in a hurry. When he left, he didn't forget to take seven or eight white breads and stuff them into his arms.

The hunter led the way while looking back from time to time to mutter something to Aiwass.

As they approached the room, they heard the thunderous snoring inside. The three of Aiwass stood waiting outside the room, and the hunter bent down and got in. I heard him yelling something, and the snoring stopped quickly.

Following a quick sound of packing things up, like a house being demolished, the troll ritualist who came to see Grandpa quickly walked out in a panic.

"I'm very sorry, dear Archbishop. I kept you waiting for so long..."

He was speaking some obscure Avalonian language while his mouth was still moving. Apparently they were chewing the bread that the hunter had just brought back to them. Then, he pulled the other two people and followed Aiwass and his party to the lifting platform.

While they were waiting for the lift, Aiwass looked at the troll who had just swallowed the bread and thought.

...Speaking of which, he still doesn't know this...oh, this young hero's name.

Thinking of this, Aiwass looked at the troll brother who was more than half his size, and slightly changed his mind.

——Or should I say Giant Man?

So Aiwass started chatting with him: "Speaking of which, I don't know your names yet. My name is Aiwass...how should I call you?"

"Rabbih."

The tan-skinned troll pointed at himself and said, "What the wizard meant."

Then, without waiting for Aiwass to ask, he pointed at the curse master and the hunter respectively: "They are Zumaidi and Baburu. It means bone paste, horse hunter."

Avas was suddenly in awe.

——The name of the hunter brother is so offensive.

"Bone paste?"

Sherlock on the side asked with some confusion: "What is that?"

"It's the bone marrow."

"He probably wouldn't have said that word," Aiwass replied.

"Oh," Sherlock suddenly realized, "It is indeed the name of the Curse Master."

wizard. marrow. Horse hunter.

The logic of naming trolls is quite easy to understand... they are all words with quite substantial imagery.

"What about your grandpa? What's his name?"

Aiwass asked.

"Rabbih."

Rabih replied without hesitation: "My name is Rabih. My father's name is Rabih, and my grandfather is also called Rabih."

"So, this is your last name?"

Sherlock asked.

Rabich looked at Sherlock with some confusion, not understanding what he meant.

"Trolls have no surnames, only tribes. Because their family concept is not clear, it is difficult to tell who the father of a certain child is."

Aiwass explained: "They call so-and-so from a certain clan over there. Some key successors all use the same name, so that it is convenient for people to call them, while others will use other names. Some are big They start from the priests, and some from their parents.”

Sherlock reacted: "Does that mean he is the heir of that tribe? Is he...a troll prince?"

"If he wasn't a prince, he wouldn't be able to master so many languages. He looks like he's only... twenty years old at most?"

"We are from the Beast Song tribe. We are eighteen years old."

Rabbih said quickly: "I am the Rabbih of the Beast Song. Other tribes also have their Rabbihs."

Sherlock glanced at Aiwass: "You know a lot."

"Read a lot of books."

Aiwass said angrily: "Cooking, just practice more! If you don't understand, just watch more!"

After exchanging names, the atmosphere visibly relaxed. Aiwass and Rabich were chatting, and Sherlock also came close to the curser and muttered something.

Although the other party did not understand Avalonian, Sherlock was smart enough and could make the other party understand roughly by just using gestures.

They soon arrived at the Eleventh Circle. Except for the twenty-second circle where the Eternal Pope is located, this is also the center of the Theocracy.

With Cardinal Matilda's letter of introduction and map, they easily entered the Central Observation Bureau.

There are many more people coming and going here than in the Thirteenth Circle. Almost all of them are elves, and the rest are basically half-elves. They all wore white coats, and many wore colored monocles on their faces. It looks quite like a science fiction-style research facility.

Another feature here is that there are many mirrors.

Large mirrors, small mirrors, floor-to-ceiling mirrors all along the corridor... plus a corridor without any decoration except for the quietly burning "picture torch". If there is no one to guide you, you will most likely get lost in this mirror maze.

Each elf, as it leads them to a crossroads, leaves and is handed over to the next person. After repeating this relay for more than a dozen times, Aiwass and the others finally came to the end.

This is a place that looks a lot like the cockpit of a sci-fi spaceship.

In a bubble-shaped spherical room, there are countless hexagonal mirrors carved into a honeycomb shape. On every mirror is a clear picture that flashes by, and the pictures are constantly switching.

There is no doubt that this is as mysterious as heaven to the trolls - they look at all this with astonishment as if they have lost their souls. Even Sherlock was staring intently at these hexagonal pictures, his whole body became visibly excited, and even his face turned a little red.

The man with his back to them also turned around with a suppressed exclamation.

This is Cardinal Loki.

It was a cardinal wearing a gray robe, with a black thorn on his neck that looked like a noose.

What concerned Sherlock most was his hair, which was burning like a flame. The long, silky hair hangs down to her shoulders, looking like an inverted flame. His appearance was feminine and beautiful, but it always seemed familiar to Sherlock.

"……Huh?"

But at this moment, Lily suddenly exclaimed.

She looked at Cardinal Loki as if she suddenly discovered something. Sherlock looked at her suspiciously, but found that Lily did not look back at him at all, but frowned and stared at Cardinal Loki.

Cardinal Loki also discovered Lily's existence at the same time.

He raised his eyebrows, and without saying anything, he naturally turned his gaze away from Lily.

He looked at Aiwass and smiled: "Young Archbishop, I heard that Cardinal Matilda is looking for me? What can I do for you?"

Cardinal Loki's voice was gentle and clear. Although his face looked like that of a young man in his thirties, his voice was as clear as a teenager's.

Aiwass's eyes stayed on his sutured lips, and then he saluted politely and said: "My name is Aiwass Moriarty, the respected Cardinal Loki."

Then Aiwass stretched out his hand and tapped his chest three times, bowed slightly and said, "May Si Zhu protect your light."

"May Si Zhu protect your light."

Loki also lowered his head simultaneously and returned the greeting to Aiwass.

He murmured the name with a thoughtful expression on his face: "Aiwass Moriarty..."

"...Well, I've heard your name. I'll just call you Aiwass."

"Yes, Cardinal Loki. The reason why we are here is very simple..."

Aiwass said, pointing to the troll behind him.

At this moment, Cardinal Loki interrupted with a serious face: "Have you offended someone recently, Aiwass?"

"……What?"

Hearing this, Aiwass was stunned for a moment.

"My suggestion is that you leave the Theocracy as soon as possible and don't come back. The Theocracy is not absolutely safe."

Loki said sincerely, frowning like a reliable doctor: "You have traces of a curse on your body...very clear and persistent. Obviously, someone is chasing you."

"——The Theocracy, why is it not safe?"

A soft but firm voice came.

Under the protection of four papal guards, the pure white saint walked in dignifiedly and seriously.

"If there is anywhere in this world that is absolutely safe, it can only be the Eternal Theocracy. On the contrary, leaving the Theocracy will allow some people with ulterior motives to have no scruples."

Chunbai raised her slender and white neck and said seriously: "If Aiwass really encounters any danger, then I will protect him. Just like protecting the future and hope."

"Then you can also help Future and Hope find someone, Your Highness the Saint."

After Chunbai appeared, Cardinal Loki's expression suddenly turned cold: "I have other work here so I won't give it away."

"Please don't leave yet, Cardinal Loki."

Chunbai raised his head and stared at Cardinal Loki, who was more than a head taller than him. His voice was calm and emotionless: "I have a charge of murder against you. Please come with me."

"murder?"

Cardinal Loki sneered: "The death of Bishop Mercedes? That has nothing to do with me. I know about it because I saw it."

As he spoke, he pointed to the hive mirror group in front of him: "Everyone knows that I have always stayed here. I have never left for a moment in recent months. All employees of the Central Observation Bureau can testify for me. "

"I know. But what about 'Controlled Fire'?"

Junbai asked back: "You dare to say that this matter has nothing to do with the controlled fire extremists?"

"They have no direct control or affiliation with me. Controlled Fire is just an idea. Not a party."

Cardinal Loki asked in return: "Your Highness the Saint. If the emergence of dangerous extremists within the Controlled Fire is considered my responsibility, then as the actual ruler of the Theocracy, do you have any responsibility for this?"

"You are the director of the Central Observation Bureau. You should know in advance all matters that occur in the Theocracy. When encountering such dangerous murders, you should stop it. Not to mention that it is a bishop. At the same time, Bishop Mercedes is Candidate Saint, if I die unexpectedly, she may become the next Saint."

"I am responsible for observing 'omens that can cause the Theocracy to be divided, destroyed, irresistible disasters, or causing massive casualties', and to provide correct and timely warning and evacuation guidance to all people. Obviously, preventing the death of a bishop is not possible. Within my scope of authority..."

"So you're admitting that you knew about this and were closely connected with it?"

"——Even if she is a friend of Her Royal Highness the Saint, it is the same."

Both of them had calm expressions, their words were very logical, and neither of them got angry or emotional. There was no light shining in the depths of the pupils... so neither of them took it seriously, and it couldn't be considered a quarrel. But the content of the conversation was completely different.

This is obviously not a conflict caused by this incident, but a long-standing grudge.

...So it turns out that the relationship between Loki and Pure White was already very bad at this time?

Aiwass, who was watching on the sidelines, had this thought in his mind.

The others remained silent amid the dispute between the two bosses, not daring to say a word.