Pastor's Tantra

Aiwass knocked on the door at least five times, but no one opened it.

It was already half past one in the afternoon, almost the nap time for ordinary people.

But according to passerby elves, Aiwass’ sister Freya should have a routine in the underworld that wakes up at noon.

...She shouldn't go back to catch up on her sleep immediately after eating breakfast, right?

For a moment, Aiwass felt a little worried——

Mainly because he immediately thought of the fresh experience of opening a closet at home and seeing a corpse come out.

As a famous detective, Sherlock doesn't really have any trouble-making physique... Why should my half-sister, whom I have never met, be cursed to death through the air?

They waited at the door for a long time, but no one came to open the door. Aiwass mentioned his concerns to Sherlock.

Just when they were about to break in, they heard Yanis's voice coming from behind:

"Aiwass?"

When she turned around, she saw Yanis walking over with a handbag.

She reached out and touched the door, and a doorknob immediately floated on the door. She opened the door and walked inside.

"Freya never opened the door..."

Aiwass immediately told Yanis what he had just seen and heard, and expressed his worries: "Is something going to happen to her?"

"Oh it's all right."

Yanis replied: "She should be busy...don't worry about that."

As they walked inside, Yanis walked to Aiwass.

She stretched out her hand to hold the back of Aiwass's head and said through gritted teeth: "You kid, didn't you say a few words to me before?"

"Let me tell you, Master Yanis. I also think that two hundred years of disappearance is a bit too much."

Aiwass said solemnly: "If we don't explain it properly, our good friends may be gone - that would be a pity. It's because we have a good relationship, so I hope the misunderstanding can be completely resolved."

"So, what's going on?"

"...Actually, it wasn't even two hundred years in the beginning."

When Yannis heard this, her expression became a little unnatural: "I originally agreed to go out and travel around for twenty years and then come back. It turns out that the world is bigger than I thought. I originally planned to travel around the world in twenty years, but ended up traveling eight years. Ten years.

"I went back to the Theocracy and took away some of my teacher's relics. I thought she had forgotten me a long time ago. After all, eighty years is a big number for elves. But it turned out that she had been waiting for me for eighty years. Year……"

Hearing this, Aiwass understood.

Things are much simpler than Aiwass thought.

Yanis must have realized at first that she had come back sixty years late, so she did not dare to come back to see her.

The sense of time of elves is almost five to seven times that of humans.

Even if we consider the highest situation, this means that we have been out of contact for at least ten years.

For humans, it is indeed possible to forget Fa Xiao who has been out of contact for more than ten years, or at least the relationship will become much weaker. The promises and oaths made back then are naturally not counted.

But Yanis never expected that after eighty years, Gray would still be waiting for her - this was not even ten years apart from her friends. It's more like she ran away from home for more than ten years and her parents are still looking for her.

This too heavy emotion scared Yanis away. What follows is a vicious cycle...the longer it takes, the less likely you are to come back.

"……how to say."

Aiwass also hissed.

He thought for a while: "I think you still need to formally apologize to Miss Grey."

"But I am no longer suitable to stay in the Theocracy."

Yanis smiled bitterly and said: "It's okay to come back once in a while, but if I stay for too long, I'm worried that I will freeze directly. Over the past two hundred years, I have become accustomed to living with short-lived species... Oh, I'm not scolding you. I'm just describing those races that have shorter life spans than elves.

"Can you imagine, Aiwass? In the Theocracy, it is normal for something to be delayed for three or four months. I know a writer who has no work to do due to some personal reasons. That is Say, she is equivalent to a full-time writer on the human side.

"After she finished writing a book, she said she would take a break before writing a new book... After such a break, eighteen years have passed.

"I thought something had happened to her. I just happened to have paid a visit to her recently. In fact, many of her readers thought she had died or passed away unknowingly... because of her novels and poems. It’s all filled with the smell of death.”

Hearing this, Aiwass suddenly thought of Gloria Blue Rose.

Could it be that the friend Yanis was talking about was her?

But then, Yanis's words dispelled the doubts in Aiwass's mind: "As a result, I came back recently to take a look and asked her. I found that she just couldn't get excited. Although her health was as bad as ever, there was nothing wrong with her. Thoughts of death.

"And it's not like she hasn't written at all over the years. She has written a whole cabinet of essays. But each one has no ending.

"She told me that although she is not in good health, nothing will happen to her in a short time... You should know about elves' diseases, right?"

"Shuhua and Ningpa... right." Aiwass replied softly.

"That's right. She is a leprosy patient, but she is actively receiving treatment and does not want to die like this. She feels bored every day and wants to do something.

"So she specially taught herself jewelry. She also laughed and joked with me that if one of her arms or legs was completely amber, she would cut it off and make it into jewelry for us, and it would be all handmade. I told her, if it really happened If there was an opportunity like that, I would personally help her design it.

"During these days, she became somewhat interested in writing a new book, and began to read newspapers from various countries to collect information. She also saw news about you, Aiwass. She talked to me about you and said that she thought you were very handsome. The protagonist of the new book may be based on you. You also asked me a lot about your deeds."

Having said this, Yanis smiled and patted Aiwass on the shoulder: "But I still think you are suitable to be a villain. So I proposed to her that you would be the villain and Sherlock, as a detective, would be the protagonist. ...I don’t know if she accepted it.”

"It doesn't matter if I'm a villain or not."

Aiwass smiled: "Rather, I think the villain is more handsome."

The image of a little girl who always smiled was sketched in his mind.

He is terminally ill but positive and full of life. Just listening to Yanis's words, Aiwass seemed to see those sparkling eyes.

Although they are both writers suffering from adenopathy, she is obviously different from Gloria.

After all, in The Theocracy, the coverage rate of coagulation syndrome is quite large. It is said that the probability of dendrosis was higher thousands of years ago. In recent years, the blood of elves has been diluted and deteriorated, and the probability of dendrosis has significantly decreased; but the proportion of dendrosis has increased instead.

When everyone was living at a slow pace, there were not so many cases of Ningbo disease. But as the pace of life of the short-lived species gradually accelerated, and various entertainments and productions became more numerous, the elves who had nothing to do with them seemed to be infected and became impatient.

Therefore, there are also a few extremists among the elves who believe that they need to be completely isolated from short-lived species.

Aiwass smiled and looked back at Sherlock: "Hey, I said you want to be the protagonist."

"--whatever."

Sherlock, who was walking at the end, chuckled and complained: "I just hope she won't ignore the rigor of the detective for the drama of the story. It's hard for me to expect her to understand what logic is, and reports in newspapers are not always She is objective and fair. She just imagines and writes for the newspaper, and it is too easy for her to lack life experience."

"Don't underestimate her."

Yanis defended her friend: "Gloria is a palace-level writer, a world-famous literary giant. She will not make such a simple mistake. You are really going to be famous this time, Sherlock - —If she accepts my offer."

"——Wait a minute."

Sherlock became serious: "What did you say her name was? What's her full name?"

"Gloria. Gloria Blue Rose...the elf's full name is sometimes named after her parents, and sometimes after her teacher. She is one of those who follow the teacher."

Yanis said casually.

She quickly realized something: "What happened to her?"

"She's dead."

Sherlock replied succinctly: "It was suicide."

Yanis' pupils suddenly shrank.