Pastor's Tantra

Combined with the abnormal rage she felt before... she finally understood Prince Szijjaldo's thinking completely.

If she is really such a Moon Child... once she has the intention to kill in that situation, she may never come back. So far, she has maintained her purity and kindness, but once she breaks the precepts and degenerates again, she will become very fast.

This is the so-called broken window effect.

"I need to protect the purity of the child's 'tombstone'."

Prince Szijjaldo said seriously: "She became the Moon Child at such a young age. I don't know what kind of suffering she has experienced...

"... Even if you are just another person who has obtained her memory and appearance, at least you know how difficult it was for her back then."

"He obviously hates the Moon Child, but he takes the initiative to protect the Moon Child... What a hypocritical and complicated man."

Aleister sneered: "Indeed, she is indeed a difficult girl...

"--She was once a blood slave, number 14. Can you understand this?"

"... I can understand."

Prince Szijjaldo's expression looked even more depressed.

It was clearly not his fault, but he felt a sense of guilt for no reason.

...Maybe this guy is a saint?

"Have you ever considered trying the path of dedication?"

Aleister smiled and said, "Maybe you are unexpectedly good at it."

"Don't mock me like that."

Prince Szijjártó glanced at Aleister and replied calmly, "I just want to solve the crisis in Leipzig, and you may have the same goal as me. I rescued you from the trap that made you fall, and as the person in the prophecy, you also helped me rescue others from the conspiracy... Our deal is over."

"Want to make a deal with me?"

Aleister showed a malicious and sarcastic smile, pinched his throat and made a cute sound: "But I'm just an ignorant child? How do I know if you are using me, big brother?"

"...I will pay you."

"Anyone can write a blank check."

"I will pay you in advance."

Prince Szijjártó made a wealthy voice without hesitation: "Please name your price."

"So generous."

Aleister sighed: "But I haven't thought about what to order yet...

"...How about 'an agreement'? As for what I want specifically, I'll tell you when I pay the balance."

"Do you want to swear? That's fine."

Szijjártó stretched out two fingers, pointed at the sky at his temples, and said calmly: "I swear to the Silver Crown Dragon that I will fulfill a reasonable agreement with 'Miss Aleister'."

Seeing him quickly swear, Aleister couldn't help laughing: "Won't you stop dragging it out? Maybe, even if you don't make this deal with me, I would have solved the crisis in Leipzig?"

"If you really plan to do this, then use this agreement as a thank you afterwards."

Szijjártó didn't react at all.

Aleister raised his eyebrows and added sugar to the black tea in front of him one spoonful at a time: "It sounds like... you like this city very much. Tell me, what should I do? Or, do you have any clues now? "

What she said was right - even if Szijjaldo hadn't proposed this deal, she had no intention of letting go of the guy who dared to bewitch her mind.

Aleister's imaginary enemies include the Fallen Angels, so she is quite wary of this aspect - the Sin Card itself is made by stealing the power of the Fallen Angels. What if that guy really forcibly branded Aleister with a Sin Mark and attracted the attention of the Fallen Angels?

"You said you checked the White Dove Opera House, right? Since you came to check, it means that the matter has been going on for a while... So what did you find out?"

Aleister knocked on the ceramic teacup with a spoon, making a crisp sound, as if reminding the waiter to serve the food.

"A very complicated grand ceremony - I can only see this situation."

Prince Szijjaldo replied: "The radiation range is centered on the White Dove Opera House and spreads to the surrounding areas.

"The first incident happened a week ago... An old professor who was usually kind to others, when explaining a problem to a student, suddenly became furious because he could not make it through repeatedly, and used magic to crush the student's head on the spot.

"Afterwards, he regretted it almost immediately and turned himself in. He thought he was just too angry and lost control of his emotions... At that time, the police station just thought that it was because the student was too outrageous and drove the old professor crazy. This incident was also reported in the news at the time, triggering discussions among citizens.

"And a day after the incident, another similar incident occurred-the same designer who was usually famous for being gentle, when he was designing a trademark for the employer, because repeated communication was ineffective, he used the extraordinary ability of the Path of Beauty to fold the boss who was fleeing in fear into the trademark.

"But he did not choose to turn himself in, but chose to escape. However, he was soon caught up and killed by demon scholars... According to subsequent investigations, although the requirements made by the employer were a bit... stupid. But it was also a relatively common requirement, and the designer was experienced and must know how to deal with such orders.

"A day after that incident, a third case occurred. This was actually the first case that made us realize the problem - a mother was teaching her six-year-old child to read elven poems to learn the elven language. The child was learning very slowly, so the mother suddenly screamed and broke the child's neck.

"It was not until then that the police department finally realized the problem. And the two previous incidents were handled together."

"It sounds like an act of rage that "exists only in imagination."

Aleister raised his eyebrows and gave an accurate evaluation: "And it sounds like the public security here is pretty good?"

"That's why I want to protect Leipzig."

Siejard nodded, and said sarcastically without changing his expression: "At least here, we won't see demon scholars cursing alchemists in the street. Nor will we see alchemists burning down the gathering places of demon scholars."

"But it's hard to say what will happen next, right."

Aleister's mouth corners slightly raised: "If things continue to develop like this, sooner or later you will see the "characteristic conflict" in other places in Xingti. "

She paused, her tone became subtle: "Wait, you don't think that the disputes in other places in Xingtan are also..."

"...Of course not. I am not the kind of naive boy who lives in the palace and knows nothing. I know how the conflicts between alchemists and demonologists came about... and I know that we are temporarily unable to solve these problems. "

Szijjártó shook his head with a complicated expression: "But Leipzig is a special case - the conflict between alchemists and demonologists is largely due to "no money", and the root cause is the viciousness and treachery of those goblin merchants who are focused on making money.

"And the Count of Leipzig sponsored a lot of funds for all talents, which made these extraordinary people have no motivation to conflict in Leipzig... This is also the fundamental reason why the City of Knowledge Leipzig will become the most prosperous and peaceful city in Xingtan."

Aleister raised his eyebrows and understood.

Prince Szijjártó is a pessimist in a sense.

He clearly realized the causes of all the chaos, so he did not think that there was a solution to the situation in Xingtan. He didn't plan to be a paperhanger, nor did he plan to be a wise ruler who led people out of the trough. He just planned to hide in a city that made him feel comfortable... that is, the most prosperous, peaceful and culturally advanced Leipzig.

And now, there was chaos in Leipzig.

This was something Prince Szijjártó couldn't stand.

If the definition of "home" is a place for people to relax and rest, then in a sense... this place is more like his home than the palace.

Aleister realized the importance of this matter to Szijjártó, so she became a little more serious.

"By the way - the frequency is once a day?"

"Yes, once a day. But not one person a day... From the fourth day, the people who fell into rage became a group of people. And today..."

Szijjártó was silent for a while, and said: "Today's 'chaos' has not happened yet."