Pastor's Tantra

Black Castle District, "The Weight of Knowledge" Tavern.

A bard with a mustache was playing the lute, singing the hot and erotic "Hong Kong District Minor" that is hard to hear in the mainland.

A dwarf dressed as a dwarf and a dancer were performing pantomime with exaggerated movements beside him, dancing funny and sensational dances, causing people to laugh and cheer.

"Have you heard?"

Someone was bragging: "Something happened in the sea yesterday!"

"You idiot, it can't be that sea monster, right?"

Apparently there are other well-informed people who don't want the former to be in the limelight.

The man drank too much, and his voice became vulgar and vague: "You said it as if no one knows it!"

"What's so strange about the sea monster?" An old fisherman couldn't help laughing, "Those masters in the psychic tower used to pay for the news of the sea monster! Reporting a location would earn three gold coins. I earned eighty gold coins a month!"

"Okay, old John!"

Someone cursed: "The master didn't bother you later, he was generous! You reported the information of a sea monster dozens of times, do you really think no one knows?"

"It's because the master is fair and generous that it's worth talking about!"

Old John blushed and shouted: "In this way, everyone is willing to work for the master-"

"Then did you go to test the medicine? Twenty gold coins each time."

"I, I won't go... I'm this age, let the money be earned by young people."

As soon as Old John finished speaking, he aroused bursts of laughter from people.

At this moment, beside a piano on the second floor, a black-haired woman wearing glasses, intellectual and mature, also heard this scene, and teased the pretty maid beside her: "It seems that the noise is quite big."

"——It is quite big. I have some special information here..."

Suddenly, a young man with shiny hair and a temperament that is out of place in the bar came to the side politely: "Two beautiful ladies, if you are interested in that matter, why don't we move to the next door? It is too noisy here, and it is not an environment for talking."

Aleister in Bayard form heard this and turned her head to look at the young man with interest.

At first, she thought she had run into an intelligence dealer. After the other party finished talking, she realized that she was being hit on.

What a strange experience...It is strange to say that the appearance of Aiwass should be more outstanding than that of Bayard, so why didn't a beautiful woman come to hit on him? Is it because the atmosphere of Avalon is still too conservative after all?

"So," Aleister said with a smile, "you know a lot?"

"Of course."

As if he had received some kind of encouragement, the blond young man was shocked.

He respectfully and politely touched his chest with his right hand, bowed slightly and saluted: "Maybe let me introduce myself - I am the son of Baron Bayard. Landon Venis von Bayard."

"... Baron Bayard?"

Aleister was slightly stunned and asked back: "Is there a fief called Bayard in Xingtian?"

She originally didn't intend to pay attention to the other party. But after hearing the other party's name, she changed her decision.

"It will be there soon!"

The blond young man who called himself Landon was excited and proud: "My father was canonized as a baron, and now he has a fief - as for whether there was one before, I really don't know."

"Are you not from Xingtian?"

Aleister raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Yes! You are really perceptive, Miss."

The young man nodded enthusiastically, sat next to Aleister and rubbed forward.

During this process, his arm pressed the piano keys, so the piano made an unpleasant loud noise and attracted the attention of others. But he was still polite, at least the two of them kept their knees about a palm away from each other and did not move closer: "Our family is from Iris, and we have just come to Xingtan... May I know your name?"

"--I'm back, young lady."

At this moment, a cold voice sounded.

Landon looked up, but was directly shocked-I saw a middle-aged man with a cold face and low-key but luxurious clothes quietly appeared behind him.

He ignored me completely, as if I didn't exist in his eyes at all.

But just like that, he bowed slightly to the black-haired young lady sitting in front of the piano: "The things have been obtained."

"Then let's go."

Aleister said with a chuckle.

Landon immediately realized that the beautiful girl he was chatting with was not a commoner.

But she was a noble like him-or even higher than him.

But he still didn't give up. Because the other person's charm really captured his heart... Not only because of the other person's noble appearance and temperament, but also because he had an indescribable sense of closeness that came from nowhere.

He had been urged to get married at home for a long time, and now he finally met the person who could make him devote himself to pursuing her, and "seemed to have a feeling"!

Relying on the thick skin of the Iris Man, Langton almost jumped up, quickly adjusted his bow tie, and asked again in a low voice: "Excuse me...?"

"-Aleister Crowley. See you again...'Mr. Bayard'."

She left her name lightly and turned away.

But after several people left, Langton still stood there. His face felt a little hot, maybe because of the charm of the other party, or maybe because of his own embarrassment.

He felt a little lost - Langton always felt that the other person seemed familiar and kind-faced. It might be better if he just said it directly. He said to himself in his mind.

At this moment, he heard the noise of those vulgar people below. This made his already irritable heart become even more irritable. If he hadn't been waiting for his friend here, he might have left in a hurry by now.

"—I'm telling you!"

The man with the loud voice shouted again: "You have absolutely no idea who killed the sea monster! This is absolutely top secret information!"

"Who?"

"Who is it? Let me tell you. Let alone the master of the Ziggurat or the royal alchemist."

"It's Miss Crowley! Her name is Aleister Crowley, a beautiful girl with long black hair!"

The man shouted at the top of his lungs: "She is still the young lady of Earl Crawley's family!"

Upon hearing this, Langton felt like he was struck by lightning!

Aleister's appearance and hair color suddenly appeared in his mind, and he immediately realized something——

The one just now... turned out to be Earl Crowley's daughter?

He immediately felt intensely ashamed of himself for showing off his father's newly acquired title.

"What have I done..."

He staggered over to ask for a glass of butterbeer, then sat down and took a sip with some dejection. He immediately frowned and his facial features gathered urgently because of the irresistible bitter taste of the wine.

But that bitter pain felt like an intoxicating self-punishment at the moment. Instead, he felt a little obsessed with it.

"Sorry, I'm late..."

When his friend arrived, he was shocked: "Langton, don't you not drink?"

"I did something stupid, Janet!"

Langton immediately hugged his friend of the opposite sex and burst into tears, crying loudly: "I'm so embarrassed!"

Janet Boyman quickly patted his head and comforted him: "It's okay, it's okay...what exactly happened, please tell me in detail?"

The choice between her identity and ethics of comforting her friends and her professional ethics as a reporter made her involuntarily fall in favor of the latter - anyway, Langton was a very emotionally tough person, and generally speaking, he didn't need comfort very much. He will always forget those unpleasant things by himself.

"I met a very beautiful woman, her name was Aleister Crowley..."

As soon as Langton said his first words, he saw fear on his friend's face.

And the other side.

Aleister sighed a little: "I didn't expect that the Bayard family is still continuing..."

"After all, the Bayard Group gradually disappeared after 'you' disappeared for a long time."

Honey Badger replied faintly: "It looks like they even sewed 'your' name into it and turned it into a middle name."

Until now, she still hasn't figured out whether Aleister is the real Countess Bayard. Therefore, whenever she says "you", she has to emphasize it to indicate reference.

"Ignore him for now, we'll see him again if we are destined."

Aleister shook his head: "Is the location of the stronghold coming soon?"

Hawkeye always changes his base regularly, and this bar is the contact point for the assassins. Because it is not a real base for publishing tasks, it is relatively safe...it is equivalent to a kind of "website publisher", so the risk is much lower.

"Well, it's almost time..."

The honey badger's mood was a bit complicated: "Should we go there directly now?"

"There's no rush," Aleister asked softly, "Have you ever been to Star Antimony?"

"I came here a few times when I was young, but I haven't been here in the past ten years."

"Do you know where the White Dove Opera House is? Take me there first."

"certainly."

"Then let's go."

Aleister said with a smile, looking up at the cloudy sky: "Of course, it's best to buy an umbrella first. My suggestion is a black umbrella."