Pastor's Tantra

The ceremony is going on smoothly.

Looking at the elevator-like ceremony rooms on both sides, which are like seesaws going up and down, a trace of gray breath is slowly extracted and pierced into the translucent body of the King of the Wild Hunt like a felt... Aleister realized that he had really found the right person.

With such a light touch, the residual soul of Tiansi can be dealt with...

Although it is not a complete soul of advent, but a residual soul after death. But it is also amazing enough.

Matthias Grunewald is concentrating on taking care of the souls of the two people-he did not hold the staff, but directly raised his hands.

The dim yellow light spread in the bones of his hands, and the part of the original soul that was sucked away was perfectly glued back by him. He would not even notice the loss of this part of the essence.

Looking at the King of the Wild Hunt who was injected with the residual soul of the gray Tiansi, Aleister fell into deep thought.

Being injected with the residual soul of Tiansi in this way... is it considered to be implanted with the fragment of Tiansi?

Aleister remembered that the beast of sin could evolve again by fusing with the fragments of the same attribute.

Gray Tiansi is a spider, smoke, illusion, and lie - His attributes are wind and water, symbolizing the erratic nature of flowing things. And the current King of the Wild Hunt, Heleqin, happens to be the beast of sin with the attribute of wind!

Since Gray Tiansi can be completely reincarnated in this way, it means that his fragments of Tiansi are not left in the dream world. When Aiwas communicated with the Pillar God before, he also learned that Gray Tiansi was not completely dead... That is to say, His power is actually scattered among these "human pillars".

...But Aleister closed his eyes and felt it, and the state of the King of the Wild Hunt was still quite stable. There was no trend of evolution.

Obviously the power is in it, but it cannot be obtained...

- It seems that it is because Gray Tiansi has not completely died.

When the resurrected Gray Tiansi is completely killed, perhaps the part of the residual soul remaining in Heleqin's body will become the seed of power.

Watching the roaring machine running abnormally steadily, like a hypnotic pendulum, Aleister soon became sleepy.

Just at this moment, old Adolf suddenly noticed something.

"Is the red phase coming?"

Aleister asked.

"Yes... shall we go down together?"

Vice Principal Adolf asked with concern.

"No need," Aleister shook his head, "I'll go see him myself."

If Adolf was added, it might be exposed.

- Yes, Aleister planned to pretend to be Bayard to meet Pomponazzi.

Although the King of the Wild Hunt was occupied now, Aleister could not cut out Bayard to ask questions on the spot. But Aiwas has been in contact with the Shadow Fiend for a long time... and Pomponazzi and Bayard are not that familiar with each other.

We all know each other only half-knowledge, so why do you say I am fake?

At least my face is real!

That is a mask that cannot be seen through, given by the Twin Mirror himself!

So Aleister walked to the elevator alone and went to the third floor of the psychic tower.

As the elevator slowly moved down, Aleister covered her face with her hands, recalled Bayard whom she had seen in the promotion ceremony, and took two deep breaths.

When she took her hands away again, her eyes had become cold. Almost exactly the same as the Bayard in the promotion ceremony.

But this is not good... After so many years, Bayard must have changed.

So Aleister rubbed her face again, softening her eyes and mouth.

When she walked to the door of the living room, she knocked on the door casually. Without waiting for a sound from inside, she opened the door and walked in.

The Pomponazzi inside did not seem to be holding a silver party as Aleister imagined... At least his clothes were well dressed, looking solemn and formal.

——This was the first time Aleister saw Pomponazzi.

He had a very handsome face, roughly three or four points similar to Aiwass. But compared to Aiwas, who has rounder cheeks and a gentle temperament, Pomponazzi's face is relatively narrower and longer. If he hadn't combed his golden hair to shoulder length, making his head look bigger, his face would have looked even longer.

This hairstyle makes Aleister feel that Pomponazzi looks like a noble lady when he looks at him from the side.

The black and red noble dress he wears, with a raised collar, reminds people of the vampire literature popular in Avalon. In fact, the clothes of the "vampires" are from the noble costumes popular in the empire, which is the proof of their self-proclaimed orthodoxy.

They do have the qualifications of "orthodoxy" - after all, many of them are really nobles in the imperial period.

They are not the descendants of nobles, the legal heirs of nobles... but the nobles "themselves".

Is there anyone more orthodox than the nobles themselves?

"Long time no see, Pomponazzi."

"Bayard" said, "I heard you were looking for me."

Her voice was hoarse and full of magnetism, always so orderly, and seemed distant because of her politeness.

Pomponazzi, who was tasting wine with his eyes closed, opened his eyes slightly and turned his head. His deep red pupils were redder than the wine in his hand.

When he saw Bayard, there was a hint of obvious nostalgia in his eyes.

The height of nearly 1.8 meters is quite recognizable... She is already that tall, and she is wearing high heels. This made her half a head taller than Peng Bonacci.

She doesn't wear sharp metal half-rimmed glasses like she did back then. After taking off his glasses, his turquoise eyes showed even more of his magical charm. But her eyes were still the same as before, cold and arrogant, full of danger and aggression like a she-wolf.

"Lady Bayard...it's been a long time indeed."

Pomponazzi slowly stood up from his chair, walked over with a smile, briefly shook Bayard's hand, and then let go.

That unusually polite attitude surprised Aleister.

"Bayard" also raised his eyebrows, and said half in surprise and half sarcastically: "Are you so polite, Pomponazzi? I thought you regarded me as your lover."

"...Did that idiot Finn say that?"

Peng Bonazi's face darkened, and he immediately guessed who the source of the news from Bayard was: "Hmph... I have reminded them many times. Don't cause trouble for me outside. I thought he was a smart man." people."

As he spoke, he exerted slight force with his fingers, but did not crush the fragile amber wine glass.

"Dear Count Leipzig has been frozen into an ice sculpture because of his offensive words. Do you want to take him back to thaw? Anyway, he is not dead yet... With your ability, you should be able to thaw him easily. " Bayard sneered.

"I don't want to see him now. Just put it here... If you like it, you can give it to me. It can also be regarded as a work of art. I named this ice sculpture "The Fool Who Talks."

Peng Bonaqi said harshly and put the wine glass on the table. He took out an amber wine glass from the table for Bayard... and poured the bright red liquid from the bottle of ancient wine he brought with him into it.

The first-generation Red Prime Minister was not in a hurry to talk, but pushed the wine glass in front of Bayard.

"Bayard" picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

The familiar and smooth feeling at the entrance caused her originally emerald green pupils to instantly turn a bright red. Like blood rising in a turquoise lake, her pupils were dyed bright red.

"...pre-dinner drinks at Arc Moon Manor?"

"Bayard" frowned as he tasted the wine.

This was the "Moonchild's pre-dinner drink" she had seen during the promotion ceremony. They are not wine in the strict sense, but blood with a relatively high alcohol concentration... After they are processed, they are provided in large quantities as a drink to add to the fun before the banquet.

In the era when Arc Moon Manor existed, the price of this wine was very low. It's basically like the drinks or ice cream provided in a cafeteria.

But now...

She picked up the wine bottle, but couldn't find the mark on it.

"This wine... must be older than Xing Antimony."

"Bayard" frowned in disgust.

"The taste is preserved very well, isn't it?" Peng Bona smiled.

"There is still an air of aging."

"Bayard" said unceremoniously: "Maybe it can't be said to be strong - it should be said to be very strong. Even blood-sniffing beasts may not be able to drink this kind of blood."

She is also a child of the moon now, and can taste the unpleasant rotten taste from it.

If anything, the blood in this bottle of wine tastes like the blood of an old man...

"That means the principal didn't keep it well for me."

Peng Bonaqi smiled and said: "This is the wine I brought out from Huyue Manor. I asked the principal to save it for me. I will drink it in the future... It was originally intended to be a souvenir. There is only one bottle in total. Today I took it out just to see an old friend.

"But now it seems... things that have passed away, let's just let it pass away like this."

With that said, Peng Bonaqi reached out and touched the bottle of wine.

A thin layer of blood mist appeared in his hand, corroding the bottle of old wine into nothingness in an instant. It's like it never happened.

As if by magic, he flipped his wrist and took out a bottle of Holy Tree No. 1, which was emitting wisps of white chill.

"Since it's broken, don't drink it. Come and taste this... This is wine brewed with the blood of the apostles. It's really good stuff."

"This is indeed a good wine..."

"Bayard" watched Peng Bonazi pour himself wine, his left hand resting on his chin.

——This is Pomponazzi’s temptation.

Aleister understood.

It was only now that Pomponazzi was sure that he was Bayard...

So she felt more at ease, and even had a little aggression in her tone: "But, when did we become 'old friends', Peng Bonazi? Did I know you very well before?"

"You may not know me very well, but I have known you for a long time... Please introduce yourself. My name is Franz Pomponazzi."

The first-generation red phase held up a liquid that emitted white cold air and was as clear as ruby.

"—A toast to the great Countess Bayard."