Pastor's Tantra

Aiwass came to the Central Observation Bureau this time and got unexpected information.

I couldn't ask where the troll's grandfather "Old Rabih" was... but I did find out the origin of the corpse dumped out of the closet.

……perhaps.

Although Aiwass felt that this could only be half believed, judging from Pure White's unstable mental state, this seemed to be a reasonable development. At least in her knowledge, the candidate saint named "Gloria Blue Rose" may indeed kill Bishop Mercedes.

"...Your Highness the Saint, are you okay?"

Aiwass looked at Chunbai's unhappy expression and asked softly.

Chunbai just covered her forehead and shook her head slightly: "It's not a big problem, just a little headache. It's not getting worse."

Her bandaged eyes showed no emotion.

"Excuse me, that Gloria..."

Sherlock asked: "Who is he? Is he also your friend?"

He is not the kind of person without emotional intelligence - on the contrary, Sherlock has a very precise grasp of psychology.

Mainly, someone has to ask this kind of thing. Aiwass is not suitable for doing this kind of thing without emotional intelligence, so we can only leave it to him.

"...No, Gloria is one of Mercedes' childhood friends. She doesn't know Yanis... she is a friend closer to Mercedes, and her relationship with me... is considered average. .

"She may be a little jealous of me, maybe because I became a saint, or maybe because I have a good relationship with Mercedes. But I always thought she was a good child..."

Chunbai's expression was very complicated: "In this regard, Cardinal Loki is right. The chance of the saint candidate being Ningpa is indeed very high. There are many Ningpa children like her, and I meet with them every week. Go talk. The kids I grew up with are all gone now... Gloria and Mercedes are the last two of my generation."

"Wait, this means..."

Lily, who had been watching for a long time, suddenly reacted when she heard this: "Master Yanis, were you also a candidate for a saint before?"

"No."

The pure white saint shook her head: "Such a saint needs to resonate with the Nine Pillars God, so she must learn the skills of the Nine Paths at the same time. Mercedes and I also started to know Yanis from that time... taught at that time Those of us in the art of girls’ beauty are Yanis’s mentor, Betina Diya Fanhua.

"... Gloria hasn't even reached this stage because she was eliminated too early."

"That is to say."

Hearing this, Aiwass spoke slowly: "Has she been in amber for more than two hundred years..."

"Yes, Gloria should be the person who has been in ashes for the longest time in the Theocracy."

Chunbai nodded: "Gloria Ningpo has been around for almost two hundred years, and Mercedes and I have been taking care of her all these years.

"Since the onset of coagulation, Gloria's mind and age have stayed at that moment. From that time on, she was no longer able to engage in other jobs - because as long as the work is done, it must be repetitive and always It can be annoying. And generally speaking, once amber occurs, it will be completely amber within a few months.

"Therefore, it is also a humane concern for the dying person to exempt the amber-curing person from all the work. Not to mention, there are always people who worry that spending too much time with the amber-curing person may lead to their own amber-curing.

"Unlike Mercedes, Gloria's path of consecration was not as intense, so she could not become a bishop. So, she ended up becoming a poet and writer. I gave her a newfound mentor , that’s Shidel Blue Rose.”

""Eighty Selections from the Collection of Poems by Shidel"?"

Sherlock thought of his Elvish language textbook and blurted out: "Is it that Shidel? So she is still alive?"

Her poems flexibly use every rhyme of the Elvish language and have complex and standard grammar, making them catchy when read. After translation, it still has a sense of beauty and is easy to remember. Nowadays, many countries use Shidel's poems as teaching materials for Elvish language.

Not even just Avalonians...she may be the most recognized elf in human circles.

"Of course she is still alive," Aiwass complained. "Master Shidel is less than four hundred years old. Among elves, I am afraid he is not even middle-aged."

Hearing this, the saint also nodded slightly.

"Yes. I have some friendship with Master Shidel. In fact, if Yannis doesn't leave, I might also introduce Yannis to her.

"Perhaps it is because she still has something to do that she did not completely freeze. However, her pessimism has not been released, so the pain on her body is very clear and has never improved...it can only be said to be slowly getting worse. "

Chunbai lowered her head, looking a little disappointed, but not too sad: "It seems that she may not like our enlightenment. We forced her to stay in the human world, but it caused her even more pain."

"...So," Lily said, "Did she decide to kill Bishop Mercedes who was accompanying her because she had been tortured by Ningpa for too long?"

"In that case, why would she put her body in my closet?"

Aiwass asked: "And why did you adopt that sacrificial gesture when you killed her?"

——Intuitively, Aiwass still felt that Bishop Mercedes was sacrificed to something.

Because the way she died was so strange, it really didn't look like she was out of control due to emotion.

He just felt that the person who did it had a very clear will and purpose.

...But these are just wild guesses, and no one can get more clear evidence. At present, all they can know is that Gloria admitted that she had killed Bishop Mercedes and committed suicide by jumping off a building. She condensed ashes at high speed in the air and shattered into gems when she landed.

So after Aiwass asked back, he could only get a few people's silence in response.

"...Uh, uh uh uh uh..."

But at this moment.

The troll, who had been carefully keeping silent next to him, suddenly made a sound as if he was enduring something.

Because the sound was like shit that couldn't be pooped out, and people couldn't help but frown when they heard it. But instead, everyone stopped discussing the conspiracy and turned their heads.

But at this moment, the troll curse mage named "Zumaidi", which means "bone paste", suddenly broke out in sweat.

His red skin looked as if it had been soaked in hot water for a long time and looked like it was inflamed and swollen, with clear beads of sweat leaching out on it at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In an instant, Zumaidi was sweating profusely, and the sweat beads quickly turned turbid and dark yellow.

Right at the door of the Central Observation Bureau, a strong fishy smell suddenly emanated from Zumaidi's body - the smell was like a rotten shark. The pungent smell of urine was mixed with the stench of rotten meat and a fishy smell from a seafood market.

Finally he couldn't stand it anymore and fell to his knees.

When the troll's tall body fell to his knees, Aiwass even vaguely felt the ground shake. Yellow beads of sweat sputtered out from his body, staining the originally white and high-tech ground as black as mud.

The troll wizard Rabih was suddenly startled, as if he recognized something.

He said something loudly, then looked at Aiwass and Pure White, and shouted in Elvish language that was much fluent than Avalonian: "It's a curse, he is cursed! Save him!"

In fact, there was no need for him to specifically ask for help.

Because just when Zumaidi fell to his knees and the yellow sweat beads on his skin gradually turned into blood drops, Aiwass and Saint Pure White had already reacted.

"I pay my respects to Si Zhu, the god whose holy number is three..."

Aiwass clenched the corona scepter in his hand and chanted in a low voice.

At the same time, the saint stretched out her right hand and spread her fingers.

Her aura suddenly became ethereal and peaceful, and a cool wind like a summer evening breeze blew around her.

The next moment, black wind blew out from around her.

Before Aiwass finished singing, the wind blew Zumaidi's heart out.

A black-red blood mist on his body was blown out by the wind, condensed into a rough black mist figure behind him, and then dissipated.

At this time, Zumaidi had stopped shouting in pain.

And the aura of the Saint has once again become brilliant and divine, like the scorching sun that cannot be looked directly at——

As soon as she raised her hand, Zumaidi's body ignited with golden flames. The flame ignited in an instant and dissipated in an instant, just like the flame that briefly ignited in a stir-fried pot.

Zumaidi breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly looked healthier.

At this time, Aiwass's first chant hadn't even ended yet.

He had to stop chanting, and the flaming crown on his head gradually extinguished.

This is not because Aiwass chants slowly... there is no way he can catch up with this speed.

——Because it is not a prayer, but a "divination".

"Did you see that, Aiwass?"

Greyhound also clearly realizes that this is a good lesson.

She looked back at Aiwass and warned: "This is the 'advanced magic' you will learn in the future.

"It's not about asking the gods to listen and waiting for a miracle after praying. It's about connecting the gods who can perform miracles with yourself and using yourself as a medium to affect the material world. Once a specific relationship is achieved, there is no need to chant. Release divine power. Whether it is an apostle, a heavenly priest or a pillar god, you can communicate with them and learn the corresponding advanced divine skills.

"——If you want to become a cardinal, you must at least resonate with at least one pillar god."

The saint spoke very seriously and meaningful words.

It was as if Gray was convinced that Aiwass could master advanced divine arts and would become a cardinal.

And she looked back at the three terrified trolls who were hugging each other to comfort each other, frowned slightly, and said softly to Aiwass: "You have nothing else to do today, right?

"If not, bring them with me... this is the blood curse."

"...blood curse?"

Sherlock heard a familiar term: "That's not, it can only be used on women..."

He still remembered that Lulu had suffered this curse during the first promotion ceremony of "Fox" and "Lulu". Sherlock was impressed by the viciousness of the curse.

"This is a modified curse. The definition of cursed 'poisonous blood' has spread from menstrual blood to the venous blood of the whole body. Therefore, once the curse runs, it can immediately cause organ failure throughout the body. This is a curse that can cause death quickly, releaser At least he is a great wizard of the fourth level, and his purpose is not to torture but to assassinate... If I and Aiwass hadn't happened to be here, he would have been in danger."

Chunbai said seriously: "It was Aiwass who was cursed before, and now he has become the troll who brought him to find people... Maybe they were discovered. But this troll who can speak Elvish seems to have some idea of ​​the current situation. .”

It's not that she has forgotten the death of her friend, nor has she recovered from the violent act of Gloria becoming a murderer and then committing suicide out of fear of crime - but that there are more important things for her to deal with at the moment.

Even if there were just three trolls who smuggled in illegally, even if they were strangers to her...some of them would be killed and murdered in front of her - Pure White still couldn't allow this to happen.

"No matter what, as long as I am here and as long as I am alive, I will not let anyone suffer in front of me."

Her Royal Highness the Saint held Aiwass's wrist and said word by word: "Follow me, let's trace the traces of the curse. With this gentleman as a probe, there is no need to ask Cardinal Loki for such a thing. Revelation... I can find that person myself.

"—This is the Theocracy, and anyone who commits murder will pay the price."

Aiwass was pulled forward by her and looked at Chunbai's back without hesitation.

Compared with her close friend whose cause of death was a mystery, Junbai decided to save the strangers who were still alive first... and tried her best to help them without any request.

She didn't even ask the names of the three trolls, nor did she know what they were doing here.

For the sake of the people with whom they are more distant, Chunbai voluntarily let go of the people who are closer and more "his"... This is undoubtedly a pure act of devotion, and Chunbai is worthy of the name of Chunbai and the title of Saint. Reality.

...And this is exactly why Bishop Mathers does not want to continue climbing.