Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 527 "Leena Fox's Lie"

It was almost dusk when Aiwass took Lily and Sherlock down to the first ring again.

Although Aiwass had made a lot of noise here just a few hours ago, by the time Aiwass changed into the Archbishop's clothes and came back, the turmoil here had calmed down.

Not many people recognized that this frighteningly young archbishop was the young man just now.

The main reason is face blindness.

There are not many people in the Theocracy. Even humans may not necessarily be of the Empire's lineage.

Although Avalon, Iris, and Star Antimony all use different languages ​​and have different customs today, if they were placed five hundred years ago, they would actually be the same family. They are all Herasl people at heart.

But humans in other places are still a little face blind when looking at Aiwass - not to mention other races.

The group of people returned to the first circle from the quiet high circle.

Sherlock looked at the bustling crowd and couldn't help but sigh: "If you just look at the first ring, how can you tell that this is the eternal theocracy belonging to the elves?"

If this were Avalon, there would be pickpockets in there by now.

A strange worry suddenly appeared in her heart: "If this continues, will one day... the elves of the Theocracy no longer even be the main body?"

Sherlock figured it out easily.

Lily thought about it in her mind: "If you put it this way...I'm afraid that in another hundred years, the proportion of elves will not even be one-third."

"It has only been a few hundred years since the elves were fully opened up, and now the elves only account for half of the main population of the Theocracy - although the short-lived species' activity range is basically only the lower five rings. Today, the number of half-elves is even close to three-thirds of the main elf race. One-third, and it also accounts for basically one-third of the number of short-lived species active in the Theocracy. You know, there are not many elves who are willing to marry short-lived species, and this has only been a few hundred years."

"What else could happen? The elves are so much stronger than them. After all, this world is ultimately decided by the extraordinary."

Sherlock asked: "Physical level, or mental level?"

Aiwass smiled helplessly.

I saw humans, goblins, lizardmen, trolls... all kinds of races on the street, densely packed throughout the street. The streets, which were relatively relaxed at noon, were already packed to the point of being airtight in the evening.

This amount of traffic is probably very suitable for pickpockets to carry out in-depth work.

Aiwass replied from the side: "After all, the fertility rate of elves is low."

As a native of Avalon who was born in the Lloyd District, she came up with a very suitable metaphor——

Aiwass shook his head.

"...If you put it that way," Sherlock glanced at the number of people, "the population of elves is probably about the same as the population of Glass Island. Even if it is more, it will be limited."

"I even suspect that there may not be as many people as Glass Island."

The elven population has been declining for many years. Nowadays, the total number of people who die from aging, die in battle, die in accidents, turn into trees, and become amber every year is far greater than the birth rate. And foreign immigrants are still crowding in.

"I'm afraid that in another fifty years, elves will not even account for one-third of the population in the Theocracy."

"Spirit. The adaptability of elves in the path of love is generally poor, which directly leads to the lack of strong desire between the two sexes. And if two people are very cold, they will affect each other when they get together. Many couples even have a relationship that lasts for decades. They don't know how to share a bed, and the relationship is more about maintaining a pure love relationship on a spiritual level... rather than being a couple, they are more like friends or roommates.

He sighed a little: "I really don't know what will happen then..."

"It's very possible - rather, it's almost there."

When Lily heard this, she also raised her head and looked around.

Aiwass complained: "Do you still want these immigrants to set up a Thanksgiving Day for the elves?"

"what?"

"nothing."

Aiwass shook his head and pulled them on the big turntable to a special scale - if the place pointing north is marked at 12 o'clock, this is probably the two o'clock position. And where they were before was the three o'clock direction next door, which was not too far.

The east is the most beautiful place for elves, and the place facing the sunrise is the best location.

It was obviously Aiwass' first time to the Theocracy, but he was so skillful in walking inside.

He even showed a clearly nostalgic look, pointing to some scenic spots and explaining their origins to the two of them. As if he were a local here.

Sherlock became more and more convinced of his conjecture - Aiwass had probably experienced some of the events of this era intermittently from dreams or somewhere! That's why he knows some things he shouldn't know and has seen some things he shouldn't have seen.

But Lily didn't think about it.

She marveled at Aiwass' proficiency: "Why is the young master so familiar with the terrain here...Have you seen the map before?"

"What's this?"

Aiwass didn't take it seriously: "If you have played Ubisoft games, you can easily become familiar with the local terrain even when traveling. I only know a few landmark buildings."

"……what?"

"Well, it's nothing. In fact, I've seen the map before."

Sherlock noticed that Aiwass's frequency of mentioning words that no one could understand had increased in the past two days. If Aivas would deliberately conceal the source of his intelligence before, he has gradually stopped acting in the past two days. Is he... feeling lonely?
Sherlock observed Aiwass quietly, a flash of blue like fire ignited in his pupils, and then slowly faded away.

He felt that his understanding of Aiwass's essence was getting deeper and deeper.

——Because he can’t go back to the era that truly belongs to him, he is now forced to separate from Isabel. He will want to say something that others cannot understand to maintain his independence. If you don't let yourself forget those memories, but you can't really recall them, you can only miss them in such an empty way.

It's like after breaking up with your ex-girlfriend, you always talk to your friends about her over and over again after getting drunk... saying that you have let it go. But when I say let go over and over again, in essence I just can’t let go.

Sherlock has a high school classmate who is such a person, and now that person is doing business in the Theocracy.

He could tell that Aiwass had obviously never really been here.

When on the road, Aiwass was very decisive in finding the way. But after detouring into the alley, his actions became obviously hesitant.

Aiwass would try to find landmarks first and then think about them for a long time.

——Sherlock has had such experience.

When he was handling a case, he had to look at a painting to analyze the background of the painting, thereby inferring which city the painter was in and where he lived.

Aiwass is more like inferring the location of a certain store through the relative relationship between buildings.

But in the end Aiwass succeeded for once.

He didn't look for the wrong place at all and came to a certain building.

This is a house in an alley.

It is a very typical store renovated from a residential building.

There is a sign hanging outside the house that reads "Lena Fox's Lies". But just from this sign, you can’t tell what it is selling.

Aiwass rang the bell at the door, and then opened the door directly.

Sherlock looked up after entering the door. Scanning the surroundings with his sharp eyes.

——This looks like a bookstore and a coffee shop.

An idea came into his mind.

Because there are bookshelves everywhere, and each bookshelf is full of different books. There are also four round tables, each of which can only seat four or five people. The aroma of coffee reverberated in the air, and a little girl who looked to be only seven or eight years old was standing on a stool, grinding coffee quietly.

This little boss lady looks like an elf, with light golden hair and clear amber pupils.

There were no other guests in the space of about twenty to thirty square meters.

"A distinguished archbishop."

The girl saw Aiwass, but she didn't panic.

She just bowed respectfully to Aiwass and said in a childish but clear voice: "May Si Zhu protect your light."

"May Si Zhu protect you, Ms. Hybasia."

Aiwass returned the same salute to the girl.

Hearing Aiwass's words, the girl raised her eyebrows and was a little surprised: "Excuse me, who is your introducer...?"

"Gray told me."

Aiwass replied.

"Which Gray?"

The girl known as Hypatia asked cautiously.

"Of course she is the Pure White Saint," Aiwass replied gently. "She said that you have some tantra books here."

"Hey, that kid..."

Hypatia shook his head and jumped down from the stool helplessly: "Sit down as many of you want. Do you want sugar in the coffee?"

"Add two parts milk and one part sugar."

Aiwass said with a smile: "Excuse me, madam."

This is an apostle under the command of Geometry Tiansi on the path of wisdom, and he is now in the same reincarnation state as Vivian.

Of course, her secret couldn't have been told to him by Junbai - it was a branch line in the game. When Pure White is in trouble, she will tell the players about this place and ask them to go find Haibasa to rescue her. Since then, this place has become a stronghold for players.

There is no big problem in overdrawing the human relationship a little bit.

Anyway, Aiwass also wanted to help Pure White, but the order was different.

(End of this chapter)