Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 547 You are much better than your father
Listening to the conversation between Rabbih and Shylock, Aiwass realized something else.

If we say that the Beast Song Tribe is in the top three or five...

Aiwass fell into thought.

There is no doubt that although Old Rabbih is scheming, he is definitely not the fifth level.

And although Bram stole the power of a wildfire giant that was comparable to the fifth level... he himself was only the fourth level.

Contemporary tribal leaders would not dare to provoke Bram even if their own father was arrested. Obviously he is not the fifth level either. Such tribes may be considered among the top three in the Southern Continent.

...That means that the total number of fifth energy levels in the entire southern continent is less than three?
No wonder the fleur-de-lis and the goblins run amok there...

And according to what Little Rabbih meant, in fact, in addition to the Avalonians, whether it is the Iris people, the Star Antimony people... and even the Parthians east of the desert, they already have their own power in the southern continent.

It's normal to say that, after all, many of the materials for rituals, potions, and poisons come from the Southern Continent.

Avalon had previously restricted the development of other paths, so it didn't care about these resources.

"He also committed a crime."

Hearing this, little rabbih frowned slightly and looked at the red-skinned Zumaidi.

While Aiwass was thinking, several people in the room walked out.

The necks and hands of Bram and Rabich were covered with the triangular light shackles that Aiwas was very familiar with - it was the restraint spell of the authoritarian path, and they implemented it through divine magic.

"Avoid the limelight?"

Unlike Rabich, Bram's spirit became obviously depressed, and he still had a beam of light in his mouth, which made him unable to say anything. His mouth was hollowed inward, a symbol of his lack of teeth.

Zumaidi shook his head, bowed, and waved his hands in horror. His face was dripping with sweat and he made a gurgling sound.

Aiwass was stunned for a moment.

The old rabbih stopped his explanation with just a plain sentence, and asked the young rabbih to look at him.

"...Did Zumaidi not forgive him?"

Let's mention this to Isabel the next time we see her. It's not urgent to be in a hurry, but businessmen are very slow to act, and they need at least a few professional research reports to impress people...

The last person to make Aiwass feel this kind of pressure was his adoptive father, Professor Moriarty.

Seeing this, little Rabbih walked over nervously and asked in fluent Elvish: "Excuse me, is this? Why did you take my grandfather away with you?"

Let a man bite a pillar with his mouth full of teeth... It seems that the elves are not as innocent and weak as Aiwass thought.

Only at this moment can it be seen that he is indeed the young heir to the tribe.

The old troll whispered a few words of admonishment.

Bram has been arrested, so what is there to avoid?

Then he lowered his head and looked at Aiwass and the others, and said in smooth and standard Avalonian: "Of course Zumaidi has forgiven me, I just went to hide to avoid the limelight."

As for Star Antimony, who has transcendence, balance and love; Iris, who has adaptability and love; and the ancient Parthian country, which also has transcendence and adaptability characteristics, they are very lacking in these materials.

Junbai replied: "He cursed Zumaidi."

But this old troll was really not a simple person, and Aiwass did not dare to completely ignore his words, so he could only keep them in mind.

"You don't need to worry about the damage to the building here. The bishop will come over to repair it later. If you are interested, you can take a look. If you are not interested, you can leave for now..."

Chunbai said softly to Aiwas: "I will go find Yanis tomorrow... If you want to come, you can come too. Just as a notary."

After eating Aiwass's dates, she now clearly values ​​Aiwass very much. Even if this conversation involves personal privacy, I am willing to take Aiwass with me.

However, as "a" notary... this actually implies that Sherlock and Lily cannot go along.

"Okay, I will definitely come."

Aiwass nodded without hesitation and agreed happily.

He never misses something exciting.

So the team arresting the prisoners left in front of Aiwass.

But the moment they passed each other, the old troll suddenly spoke and whispered in Avalonian: "You are much stronger than your father."

"……what?"

Aiwass was stunned for a moment.

He glanced at Sherlock before confirming that Old Rabich was speaking to him.

He suddenly turned around and looked at the old troll's back.

my father?
Which father of mine do you know? Does he mean Priest Giulio, or... Professor Moriarty?
If it was the former, how could he possibly know the old Rabich?

And if it's the latter... Aiwass really doesn't feel that he deserves the evaluation of "much better than Professor Moriarty".

But the elder Rabbih had no explanation for this. After he said this, he hunched his back and left with the saint and the Pope's guards. Little Rabbih also waved to Aiwass, and then left with his grandfather.

"Does he mean Professor Moriarty?"

After he left, Sherlock whispered: "Professor has been to the Southern Continent?"

"...I actually suspect," Aiwass stared at the old troll's back, "that the Controlled Fire Movement is related to him."

——Short-term death, or solidified life.

Through fierce but meaningless resistance, he resisted Ningpo's fate itself.

As long as the originally calm lake turns yellow and becomes turbid... the water in the lake will naturally surge and flow. It's a fire that forces everyone out of their positions... but it's also a controlled fire.

Aiwass was thinking, and Sherlock on the side also lowered his head to think.

After a moment, Aiwass put his arm around Sherlock's shoulders: "Okay, don't think about it. Let's go get something to eat first... It seems that the three of us were abandoned here by Her Majesty the Saint."

"She was probably anxious to ask about the troll. This was business."

Sherlock said casually: "Where should we go after dinner? Miss Freya, or...that man?"

"Go to my sister first. Master Yanis should be there too."

Aiwass replied: "If Your Highness Pure White handles this well, you may not be able to see Master Yanis after tomorrow. Let's meet her once before she is too stressed."

"it is good."

Sherlock also nodded.

Although the flow of people in the fifth circle is very sparse compared to the first circle.

But there were not many shops here, and they soon found a curry shop run by a lizard man. Lily had never eaten anything like this, but Sherlock had tasted it when he traveled to Iris, so he expertly ordered mild spicy food.

And Aiwass didn't hesitate to order spicy food.

It has to be said that the Theocracy is much better than Avalon at least in terms of food. After so many years in Avalon, the most delicious thing Aiwass has eaten is the iris delicacy. He had never quite understood Ligeia's ability to eat fried chicken and fish with gusto... Even the iris dishes, he felt, were so bland in taste.

Of course, there is also a reason here, which is that the price of spices in Avalon is relatively high. After all, Avalon can only buy spices from the Star Antimony and Iris people, and cannot buy them directly from the goblins.

However, as Avalon opens up trade routes in the southern continent, this phenomenon may change.

...There will be some changes. perhaps.

Aiwass wasn't so sure either.

They didn't know the specific location of Freya, but as Archbishop Aiwass, his words were still very effective in the Theocracy. Just by asking a few elves who looked like they might know her, I easily found the clues.

The helpful elves were very willing to help Aiwass, so they relayed four groups of people back and forth and escorted them to their destination.

But obviously, when these elves were chatting on the road, their evaluation of Freya seemed a little strange:
"Ah, that weirdo... Actually, I don't have much communication with her."

"Archbishop, are you going to help Miss Freya treat her?"

"At this point, Freya may not be awake yet. If she is not awake yet, you can come to my research institute, which is right next door."

They soon arrived at Freya's research institute.

It is said to be a research institute, but from the outside it looks like a huge wooden villa.

After declining the enthusiastic invitation from the enthusiastic elf lady, Aiwass still accepted a bag of fruits fed by the other party.

It is a soft purple-red fruit that looks like a nectarine or a pear. It seems to be a new variety developed by the other party.

It smells quite refreshing. But Aiwass had just seen a similar red sphere in the wine glass that Bram drank. Looking back now, it was a little off-putting.

After bidding farewell to the elf researcher in white robes, Sherlock, who had remained silent, finally complained:

"...it's past twelve o'clock and you still haven't woken up?"

"It's indeed a bit outrageous..."

Aiwass nodded, his expression a little strange: What kind of summer vacation schedule is this?
He became somewhat interested in his sister whom he had "never met".

And...does she have any old illness or injury that needs the Archbishop's treatment?

To the extent that passers-by elves think she needs the Archbishop's personal treatment...

With this in mind, Aiwass knocked on the door of the villa.

(End of this chapter)