Pastor's Tantra

Aleister's mind was full of distracting thoughts.

She was busy thinking about these things and had no time to continue to scare Prince Szijjaldo.

And Szijjaldo had no other reaction, just looking forward.

Soon, the driver took them to a manor outside the city.

Strictly speaking, this place is out of the scope of the city of knowledge, Leipzig.

"Your Highness, don't you have a residence in Leipzig?"

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Aleister lay on the backrest of the front seat and whispered: "Your Highness Szijjaldo, you invited two girls who met for the first time to such a remote place... Isn't it impolite?"

But she didn't feel alert.

After all, neither Aleister nor Selene were weak women without any power.

Selene's current posture is just a disguise. She can instantly turn into a demon wolf that devours flesh and blood... and Aleister is even more so. Except for the high-level divine arts without the body, she basically has all the combat capabilities of Aiwas, and even the Red Phase cannot confront her head-on now. Even as the racial attributes of the Moon Child, it must be far superior to ordinary humans.

If someone really has any bad thoughts about her, then the unlucky one must be the other person, not herself.

However, Prince Szijjaldo just shook his head.

He did not rush to get off the car, but turned around and asked Aleister seriously: "Miss Aleister, are you still feeling uncomfortable now?"

"...What?"

Aleister was stunned for a moment, and several possibilities emerged in her mind.

But she did not express it, but asked back without showing her expression: "What do you mean by uncomfortable?"

"I mean, the feeling of feeling an unusually dry throat, wanting to tear and swallow something."

Prince Szijjaldo asked seriously: "Do you still feel it now?"

Hearing this, Aleister immediately understood.

...Sure enough, the hunger she felt at the White Pigeon Opera House and the murderous thoughts she had on the road were not without reason.

"Huh? Someone dared to attack me?"

She felt a joy from the bottom of her heart. She fell back on the seat, covered her face with her left hand, and couldn't help laughing. It was like running errands for a long time and finally encountered a monster-killing task.

Bayard's already low and hoarse laughter also showed a kind of madness at this moment: "Is it... the White Pigeon Opera House? Or the two bunny girls?"

"This is not a conspiracy against you, but the trouble encountered by the entire Leipzig..."

Prince Szijjártó said so, took off his tortoise-shell glasses and put them in the box on his chest. And changed into a plain black-framed glasses.

He put the box of glasses in a small compartment in front of the co-pilot, then pushed the door out and went around to the back door to open the door for Aleister.

He lowered his head and said to Aleister: "There are still many people in Leipzig who have the same doubts as you, and many of them doubt the White Pigeon Opera House. But after my inspection, I have ruled out the problem of the opera house itself."

"Oh?"

Aleister looked at Prince Szijjártó with interest: "Then why did you bring me here? You don't even know my name."

"——Actually, it's a prophecy."

The middle-aged driver suddenly said: "It's the prophecy I gave you——After your work is finished today, bring back the person who was talking to Manager Val... You will be the key to our breakthrough."

He turned around and opened his mask full of lenses.

——There was no white in his eyes.

The two emerald eyes like gems were full of stars connected by white lines.

"Astrologer?"

Aleister asked back: "No, if this is the characteristic...

"——You are, an astrologer? ”

This is the advanced profession of the astrologer when he reaches the fourth energy level.

"Everything is destined, just as I saw you coming to Leipzig; just as I saw you talking to Manager Val..."

The driver, who was called "Fenrir" by Prince Szijjártó, said: "But I didn't expect that His Highness brought one more person back..."

He put his mask back on with a click and said seriously: "This is not a place to talk, let's talk inside."

Prince Szijjártó quickly took the two to his reception room.

When Fenrir went to get "convincing information and evidence", he first explained why he appeared in the White Pigeon Opera House.

But this reason sounded a bit nonsense to Aleister.

"...You said that your job is to treat those blood servants on a daily basis?"

Aleister sneered: "You should know what the White Pigeon Opera House does, Your Highness? The designated doctor for a "disposable girl" in an entertainment club is His Highness the Prince of his country...Isn't this standard a bit too high? ”

Although there are no similar clubs on Glass Island, there are many in other places in Avalon.

This kind of club really needs a healer who can keep secrets, endure unsanitary conditions and mental shocks... and occasionally participate in purely dark areas such as corpse destruction and organ trading. After all, the girls who need treatment in such places may have gynecological diseases, physical disabilities, or mental disorders.

No matter how big the backstage of the White Pigeon Opera House is, it is impossible to find Prince Szijjártó to do such a thing.

"This is not something that the White Pigeon Opera House asked me to do, but I did it voluntarily."

Szijjártó said calmly: "Because of my glasses, it is a treasure of Xingti. It can see through many illusions...

"As I can see, your real appearance age... is much younger than it looks now. I will dissuade you, not entirely because of Mr. Fenrir's advice-in my opinion, you shouldn't come to such a place. "

Hearing this, Aleister looked at him in surprise.

Although it was only the outermost layer of his vest... but this virtual image was a blessing from the twin mirror!

Aleister took out a small makeup mirror with interest and replaced himself with the real "Aleister" in the mirror.

Seeing the mature lady with glasses suddenly turned into a young girl, Prince Szijjártó did not react at all.

"I say, kid," Aleister smiled, "you should know that I am the Son of the Moon, right? Then you should also know... the apparent age of the Son of the Moon has nothing to do with the real age, right?"

"I know," Szijjártó nodded slightly, "I'm not actually trying to stop 'you'.

"--What I'm sad about is the girl reflected in my pupils. She's still so young...

"... before she became you, she was still an underage child, right?"

This prince, in his words, had an undisguised faint hostility towards the Son of the Moon!