Pastor's Tantra

"A daily rage..."

Aleister fell into deep thought: "This sounds quite a bit like Moonchild.

"In addition to being in the realm of 'crime and punishment,' Rage is also in the realm of blood. I think it should be based on the path of love or the ability to transcend the path - either a curse or a ritual. "

"And here's the problem, Miss Aleister."

Prince Szijjarto's expression was serious.

He picked up the black tea in front of him and placed it on the left side: "If this is a curse, then it means that this disordered rage itself is the purpose they want to achieve. But if this is a ritual... "

Immediately afterwards, he placed three sugar cubes into the empty cup on the right.

He was about to pour the black tea on the left into the empty cup when he saw Aleister reach out from the teacup and pour in the black tea that he had only taken two sips of, letting the sugar cubes float and gradually dissolve. Then he turned the empty teacup over and placed it on top of this teacup... leaving him unable to see anything except the two teacups that were upside down.

Szijjarto frowned slightly and looked down at Aleister.

Aleister just continued as if nothing happened: "That means that this is just a 'means'. The other party also wants to use this to achieve other goals...right?"

"……Yes."

Prince Szijjarto nodded in response: "So I am not afraid that this is a curse, but I am afraid that this is a ritual that I cannot recognize... Because if it is the latter, it means that the chaos they want to stir up is even greater than this matter. ”

He said, looking down at the teacup that was covered by the upside-down teacup, his brows furrowed in thought.

What is the purpose of Miss Aleister's sudden action...

"You mean," he tried to guess the hints of the young son of the moon, "that this is some kind of hidden conspiracy? We can't see the truth of it because it's all covered up by another ritual. ?”

"It's pretty guessable."

Aleister scoffed and stood up.

She tilted her head slightly and glanced back at Prince Szijjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj.com and the astrologer with an unlucky name next to him: "I mean, don't drink tea here - buckle it for you so that your butt doesn't get stuck here. on the chair."

After hearing her words, Fenrir smiled dryly: "Miss Aleister, are your words a bit..."

...too vulgar?

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, but Aleister obviously understood it.

She just sneered: "If you think politeness can solve the problem, you can also ask the eldest ladies at the ball to dance for His Highness the Prince.

"You asked me to kill people - I hope you can realize this. Or..."

Aleister looked at Prince Szijjarto: "You don't think that the current problems in Leipzig can be solved without killing people, do you?"

"...Prepare the car."

After a brief silence, Prince Szijjarto answered decisively: "Let's go back to the White Dove Opera House."

"——Now, Your Highness?"

Fenrir was startled: "But it's too late now! According to the astrology, if we go back now, we will definitely not be able to catch up with anything..."

"Ha, forget your horoscope!"

Aleister smiled wildly, leaning his body slightly as if he was drunk from drinking black tea: "In front of me, that kind of thing is useless.

"I say something's wrong over there - and it's going to go wrong now."

"Uh...okay."

Fenrir was a little helpless, but he obviously had the consciousness of being a subordinate. Seeing that Prince Szijjarto was resolute, he immediately took action.

Prince Szijjarto turned to Aleister and asked: "Is it the intuition of the Moon Son? Or is there any evidence?"

——There is no evidence.

Aleister said to himself.

Mainly because as a rule, when I approach this kind of special event, I will always encounter troubles that I get entangled in...

Just like a detective who always encounters cases when he goes out... Although her problems seem to be due to some "too heavy cause and effect", at least the performance is the same.

Although Aleister couldn't directly choose one of the three, and then choose the only one with an alibi... But she could at least be sure that as long as there was trouble of this level in Leipzig, she would not be able to get rid of it. Sooner or later it will catch up with you.

She absolutely didn't believe that because she was abducted by His Highness the Prince before entering the house to listen to the music, the matter could end like this - apart from anything else, the Honey Badger was not the one she brought with her, so was the trouble she encountered there. the same.

Although Aleister himself has the extremely real false identity of "Aleister Crowley", the honey badger's identity is completely false.

Although she was really going to be interrogated about her identity, she, the master assassin, would probably just kill her with her unparalleled weapon, but that would definitely cause trouble for Hawkeye and further lower the reputation of the Hawkeye organization... After all, the path to the fifth level is The remnants of the power are too clear, and there are a lot of astrologers in Star Antimony.

——Please don’t find out about me, otherwise I will have to kill you all to achieve perfect stealth.

"Wrong name."

Thinking of this, Aleister sighed: "It's a pity."

She shouldn't be named Ezio, she should be named Connor.

"……What?"

Prince Szijjarto wasn't sure if he was being ignored and not answered, or if this was Aleister's answer. I felt a little confused for a while.

"You are too logical."

Pulling Selene, who seemed to be a little reluctant because of motion sickness, back to the car, Aleister sighed and reached out to take out the makeup mirror on her chest.

The mirror flashed, and Aleister turned back into Ms. Bayard.

The childish voice suddenly became hoarse and quite magnetic: "Is this a common problem for you alchemists? Or is it the fate of the Balancers...

"I have a sister who has the same problem as you-the Balancers are used to analyzing the world with reason, and their thinking is prone to rigidity. "

"...Rigid?"

Prince Szijjártó murmured and repeated.

But he obviously cares about alchemy, so he subconsciously retorted: "Suppose we analyze the world and finally get the 'big formula' that explains everything, then there shouldn't be any problems. "

"...So you are an alchemist of the 'big formula' faction, which is really rare. "

Aleister smiled.

The "Big Formula" faction is also known as "the balancer closest to the path of wisdom." Their balance is also for analysis, and analysis is also for application, but they try to find a "universal solution", an "ultimate answer that can explain all problems." And this can often be understood as the "truth" pursued by the path of wisdom.

Even if it is not compared with the Star Antimony Alchemist... Compared with other alchemists, this is a rare faction.

"I also studied Star Antimony alchemy for a period of time."

Prince Sijaldo refuted: "At least I still believe in the Star Antimony Way."

"Really? The Star Antimony Way is the way of transcendence... If you really understand the Star Antimony Way, you can't be confused now." Aleister leaned back in the back seat, hugged Selene, and stuffed her head into his chest.

"...What? "

Prince Szijjártó in the front seat turned around with a lot of questions on his face.

At this moment, he only felt that Miss Aleister was a pure riddler who didn't speak human language at all.

However, what he didn't know was... In Aleister's opinion, every word she said could actually be understood literally.

"It's very simple," Aleister said casually, "You don't have to worry about whether it's a curse or a ritual, and you don't have to try to crack it - they are in the dark, you are in the light; they set traps, you dismantle traps, where is the end of this?"

"You mean..."

"-Just go to the door directly."

Aleister replied: "Ritual belongs to the path of transcendence, and the transcendents of Xingtan are basically demonologists. Curses belong to the path of transcendence half and the path of love half... The former are demonologists and spellcasters, and the latter are witches and children of the moon. "

"...So who should we look for? "

Unconsciously, Prince Szijjaldo has fallen into the position of a subordinate.

But there is no way...

Because Miss Aleister's thinking speed is too fast.

He was still thinking about what kind of trouble he was in and how it was formed, and Miss Aleister already looked like she was going to fight.

--But he didn't even know who Miss Aleister wanted to beat.

"Do you still need to ask? Or do you know the answer but deliberately don't want to say it?"

Aleister smiled happily: "Of course it's the demonologist."

"Why them?"

"Of course, it can also be not. Because I'm not sure. "

"...What if it's not them? As you said, there are other forces... Isn't it?"

"--Then beat them all. "

Aleister simply answered: "Sort them in order of the highest threat and the most suspicious, and beat them from top to bottom. If you are lucky, the first round is over; if you are unlucky, the real criminal is vicious and cunning, what does it have to do with you? "

"But..."

"Think about it carefully, my dear prince."

Aleister squinted his blood-red eyes happily, and his words were as bewitching as a succubus: "Let me give you an example... In Leipzig, a cunning suspect made sufficient misleading, thus inducing the police to suspect others... And in the end, the suspect was discovered by the police a little later, and then successfully arrested or killed. In this case, even if the person who was wrongly arrested complained, would the police bear the primary responsibility for his early recklessness? "

"...Uh, I don't know much about the law. But I should still bear some responsibility..."

Prince Szijjártó was sweating.

"However," Aleister added, "What if the person who did this was not an ordinary policeman, but an official of the police station? Or...I remember that there is a department in the Leipzig police station that is specifically responsible for extraordinary events, right? What if this was not because of the suspect's cunning, but because he used extraordinary powers - and the person who was misled was a big shot, would people hold him responsible for this matter? "

"... Well, I'm afraid there will be some condemnation at most. "

After thinking seriously for a while, Prince Sijard gave an answer: "But in the long run, people should be grateful for the decisiveness of this big shot. Help them end the crisis as soon as possible. I understand, you mean..."

"——You just want to save Leipzig. At best, your methods are a little excessive... But the ultimate goal is to solve this incident as soon as possible. So who can blame you? Compared with other officials, is your highness the prince? Isn’t it bigger than them?”

Aleister chuckled, murmured, and sent out the temptation of a busybody: "If you are a qualified transcendent, you should have thought of this method as early as the beginning.

“All the laws, treaties, morals, and conventions of the material world are nothing but the constraints of the free soul of the transcendent.

“In order to achieve your own goal—no matter what it is, you must have the awareness to ignore, cut off, and transcend it.

"Without such awareness, how can one sublime a mortal's soul into a 'Star Antimony'? Think about it, those real Star Antimony alchemists... do whatever it takes to climb up, even making themselves look ugly. Go one step further. Do you really have such desire and determination? "Valentine", you probably don't understand this. After all, as long as you show your desire to move forward, the royal family will naturally allocate corresponding resources to you..."

Aleister's voice was low and soft, accompanied by a faint fragrance that filled the small space in the car.

Like a pink spider web, it deeply captured Prince Szijjarto's heart.

……yes.

He couldn't help but begin to doubt himself.

——He previously thought that he got here because of his hard work and determination.

But if his surname was not "Valentin"...even if he had the same hard work and determination, could he reach the fourth level so easily now? Will his mentor still be the president of the Wangli Alchemy Association? Does he still have access to the inexhaustible supply of alchemical books?

That answer is obviously no.

He thinks he knows Star Antimony Alchemy - but Star Antimony Alchemy is the ultimate knowledge for mortals to shed their mortal shell step by step and sublimate into gods. Beyond one's own race, beyond the limits of matter, beyond soul and destiny...that is indeed an act of transcendence.

But he just followed the orders of his father and mentor to learn and mastered the corresponding techniques. Can this really be regarded as understanding the Way of Star Antimony?

"…Then what should we do?"

Prince Szijjarto was confused and began to seek help from Aleister.

Aleister chuckled and said: "Let's go see if something happened in the opera house first. If something happens... let's see who are the demonologists present.

"If nothing happens... we will fight directly.

"My intuition tells me that there must be someone related to this conspiracy in the gathering place of demonologists."

"What if not?"

Prince Szijjarto asked subconsciously, but he soon understood: "Then go beat up the next family!"

"Very well, you learn quickly."

Aleister raised the corners of his mouth and nodded with satisfaction.