Pastor's Tantra

Under the guidance of the leader, Langton entered the depths of the Silver and Tin Palace without encountering any obstacles.

——Because the two people who led him were heroic and solemn female elves wearing silver armor.

Papal Guard.

"It's right in front."

Suddenly, one of the elves spoke, with a young voice as clear as a spring: "Have some respect for Lord Aiwass - although he is no longer the real pope, his status is even more noble than before."

What she was referring to was the identity of Si Zhu's son. But Langton obviously didn't know this.

This handsome young man with blond hair could only nod vigorously.

——Don’t worry, I’ll kneel down when I get in.

Langton said to himself.

He clenched and unclenched his hands, and finally made up his mind to open the door and go in.

He finally saw his benefactor, the first eternal pope of human origin——

Aiwass Moriarty.

At this moment, Aiwass was drinking milk and flipping through a novel whose title he couldn't read clearly with great interest.

The "former pope with a higher status" did not wear the robes of priests, but only wore a plaid shirt with diagonal stripes. He didn't look like a distinguished clergyman, but more like a college student... The sense of oppression brought by the divine authority suddenly became much lighter.

His long platinum hair hangs down to his waist, and he looks like a tall beauty from the side. The delicate and handsome face is breathtaking, and the soft white skin even shines. Only those extraordinary people with psychic vision could vaguely see a sacred halo behind his head.

Divine at a glance. Perhaps because of the influence of that divine temperament, Langton could even be sure that this was the most beautiful and flawless person he had ever seen in his life.

Without thinking, Langton knelt down with a brush.

"By the blessing of the Great Archbishop - Langdon Vignes von Bayard, meet the divine head and eternal glory."

He knelt down on both knees as a habit at first, but then suddenly remembered that Avalon seemed to have a popular knightly ritual of kneeling on one knee, so he stood up his right leg without any trace, and the words of praise flowed out of his mouth like spring water: "I The favored savior! The enemy of the devil, the savior of the innocent! May your flames be favored three times, and may your glory rise to the sky!"

These are not conventional etiquette, but he made them up now - to be precise, he made them up on the way here.

"...Huh? Hahahaha..."

This sincere and slightly frightening flattery even made Aiwass laugh.

Aiwass chuckled and said warmly: "Please get up first...Mr. Bayard.

"'I am not a noble person, I am just a mortal' - if I say this, I am afraid you will think that I am too hypocritical. Right, Mr. Baron."

Aiwass smiled, his eyes bright and clear, his voice gentle and soft: "Then you can rest assured to regard me as a noble person.

"True nobility should come from responsibility and morality, and is a quality that comes from the heart...and my heart tells me that saving you is what I should do. That is not for what, but how I want to be. So. No need to thank me, no need to flatter me - as long as you don't backstab me, you can do whatever you want.

"If you must do something, do more good deeds in the future. Bring the 'luck' I brought to you to others, so that luck can flow among the crowd and eventually turn into aggregated happiness."

——The voice was as warm and bright as the sun.

It's a weird analogy, but Langdon actually feels that way.

When Aiwass spoke the first sentence, he felt happy and realized that the situation he was most afraid of did not exist; and when he heard the words "repaying kindness with hatred", he felt panic again; after hearing the last words , but Langton felt that his heart had become calmer... It was like being in the sun for a long time, giving him a lazy sense of calm.

"...Yes, Your Majesty."

Langton stood up, found a nearby chair, sat down, lowered his head and said.

"There is no need to call me Your Majesty, because I am no longer the Pope."

Aiwass smiled and said: "Since he is no longer the Elf King, how can he be called His Majesty?"

"Then...Lord Aiwass."

Langton put his right hand on his chest, leaned forward and said seriously: "I am still very grateful to you.

"Maybe you saved us, just a thought, an idea. But for us who were already in despair at that time... I only felt that it was the first light in my dark night. I felt that the whole world became brighter because of it... …It’s not even just about living or dying. I even felt that the pressure I endured to survive was greater than to die. I once fantasized about ‘just come in and kill me’.

"And when I actually arrived in Avalon...the first thing I thought of was not 'I survived' or 'I don't have to die', but 'I don't have to worry anymore' and 'I can have a good night's sleep." '. To me at that time, 'living' itself no longer represented happiness... hope was happiness.

"What to the sun is just a ray of light... to us it lights up the whole world."

...As expected of an iris person.

This eloquence is so good, and the words come out well.

What a talent!

Aiwass secretly lamented - even though the Bayard family has declined and even their hair color has changed, the excellent genetic factors of their ancestors have not completely disappeared.

The Bayard family is a black-haired family, but now Baron Bayard has turned blond.

"I think highly of you, Baron Bayard."

Aiwass said with a smile: "When we eliminate the disaster of Star Antimony...are you willing to stay in Avalon?"

"...disaster elimination? Demon? Fallen Heaven Division?"

Langton was startled.

He had never considered that this disaster would one day be eliminated - that was Tiansi, the real god!

Not even the Eternal Pope can compete with it, let alone the nearly endless demon army.

Ever since he learned in Avalon that Star Antimony's disaster was due to the appearance of the Fallen Sky Division... Langton had already assumed that Star Antimony would be permanently controlled by the Fallen Sky Division.

——Mortals can’t compete with gods for territory, right?

But if what Lord Aiwass said is true...

He hesitated for a moment and then answered cautiously: "I am actually... a curse master, sir."

"Second level, right."

Aiwass smiled and said: "I can see it. After this experience, you have touched the edge of the third energy level, and you will probably pass the promotion ceremony soon."

...can you tell?

Langton was stunned for a moment, then opened his eyes wide.

That means——

"My grandfather was also a spellcaster...even a great wizard."

Aiwass smiled: “And I am also a Transcendent myself, so this is nothing.

"Avalon will open road restrictions. Of course, this will not happen instantly, and it will take time for people's prejudices to resolve... But at least from a national level, we will not put any pressure on you.

"If you'll stay here, I'll give you a good job - if you'll work."

"I do!"

Langton said immediately without hesitation.

He was not of noble birth. The Bayard family is a family of cursers in Iris. Although they have close ties with gangs, killers and criminals, they are not big shots after all, let alone on the stage. Probably the status is equivalent to the inheritance of "Poison Maker Family" and "Killer Family".

Coming from such a family, there was no chance of him finding a serious job.

——Because the surname "Bayard" has locked up all his possibilities.

He will be discriminated against, and his father cannot let him lose the family inheritance.

"...But, Lord Aiwass," Langton was a little worried again, "Why me...?"

"Because your last name is Bayard."

Ai Huas said calmly and did not deceive: "And I have something that I need a 'Bayard' to do for me."

"...the Bayard family?"

Langton murmured: "There really is such a family..."

Langton's father often mentioned that their ancestors were very great.

The Bayard family was a behemoth that controlled great power and wealth during the era of the Herasl Empire... and has always dreamed of restoring the family to its peak state. Because of this, his playboy behavior was actually fully supported by his father.

His father dreamed of a big family and hoped to have more descendants.

…But Langton didn’t think there was much gold in these words.

Although when he goes out to pick up girls, he will follow his father's words and brag about them. But in fact, he didn't take it seriously at all - if they really were that kind of big family that lasted for thousands of years, how could they have declined to the last one?

"I may...be the last Bayard."

Langton said hesitantly, but immediately explained: "This is by no means to raise my status - Sir, to be honest, in fact, I don't know what the family's inheritance is at all... My father didn't even have time to tell me. …”

"Your territory, I mean... Baron Bayard's territory in Star Antimony," Aiwass asked. "If I guess correctly, it should be the location designated by your father, right?"

"That's right...you mean?"

"The Moriarty family pledged an important sword to the Bayard family hundreds of years ago."

Aiwass said: "As a result, the Bayard family became torn apart... Now that the contract is over, we need to take back this sword and end the curse."

"...But, I don't know where that thing is?"

"You'll know."

Suddenly, a crow in the room spoke: "When we get to that land, I can let you know - because you are bleeding with the blood of Bayard. The territory is the secret, and the blood is the key - this kind of Sealing is the most traditional curse."

Although it was a pleasant and somewhat familiar female voice, it startled Langton.

"You, you are...?"

His voice trembled.

But what the other party said shocked him!

"I am Vignes Emile Zola Bayard. The Vignes in your Christian name is me."

The crow said softly: "You should be the descendant of my uncle's nephew. After all, my father, mother, brothers and sisters were all killed. When I was killed, I did not leave any descendants. The real Emir The blood has been cut off long ago...but the blood of Bayard may still remain.

"Your father gave you the Christian name of 'Vignes'... It was this name that saved you. Because of the pull of fate, you were saved by your master.

"Celebrate. The decline of the Bayard family began with 'Vignes' and will end with 'Vignes'. This is the gift from the master... The master seems to like you very much."

The crow with scarlet eyes said word by word: "Sign the contract, 'Vignes'. The Bayard family cannot break their promise."