Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 607 I am the answer, what is the question?

In the early morning, the sun shines. Isabel suddenly let out a "woo" as if she was awakened, and woke up leisurely from her dream.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed. He rubbed his face vigorously, trying to take away the remaining warmth with his palms.

"Uh uh uh uh..."

She made a cry like a small animal, humming something.

But soon, Isabel became quiet again.

She opened her arms and lay on the empty big bed, staring blankly at the silver-white ceiling in the bedroom, which was decorated with red cloth and silver chandeliers and made of silver and tin.

Isabel unconsciously grasped the air around her.

She had prepared pillows for Aiwass early. But so far, Aiwass has only slept here once.

——Sometimes, Isabel also hopes that when she wakes up, there will be that familiar person lying next to her. Not only in dreams can we meet.

But from another perspective... being able to meet again in a dream is at least better than being unable to see each other after separation.

At least she can now look forward to being hugged by Aiwass in another world before she goes to sleep every night.

"...But I will still miss you."

She turned over slightly, stared at the empty and temperatureless side beside her, and murmured in a low voice: "I want to see you."

Next, Aiwass will prepare to perform a dangerous ritual.

In order to save energy and adjust her state, Isabel would not see him for at least several nights.

Isabel missed Aiwass, but she didn't want to ask Aiwass to take time out to see her at night - although she could also restrain her desire and just hug each other and sleep more peacefully. However, she didn't even make such a request.

Because she was more worried about Aiwass's safety than the loneliness of wanting to meet.

A ritual that even Aiwass considered "very dangerous" made Isabel feel very uneasy hearing about it. In her mind, Aiwass was almost omnipotent - he had saved her from such a hopeless situation, and tamed the chaotic Avalon like a hound. Even when faced with real demons, he only took them seriously, never fearing or despairing.

——But even Aiwass thought that operation would be very dangerous. Isabel was not even informed of the specific content of the ceremony.

Isabel knew Aiwass well.

This is because Aiwass believes that Isabel will be worried about him after knowing the specific content of this ritual. In order to prevent Isabel from experiencing the uneasiness of a loved one being pushed into the operating room alone, he said nothing.

...But on the other hand, if Aiwass doesn't say anything, it means he thinks it will worry Isabel. So Isabel was even more worried.

But there was nothing Isabel could do.

Putting aside what she could do—she wasn't even around Aiwass.

"...I can only pray."

Isabelle whispered. She took a deep breath, turned over from the bed and sat up with a push of her waist.

She clasped her hands respectfully and devoutly, and just knelt and sat on the quilt. When he lowered his head, his somewhat messy light blond hair hung down naturally.

"I pay homage to the silver-crowned dragon, the god whose sacred number is seven. The god who cannot be disobeyed, the god who wears the crown and holds the sword...

"Please protect Aiwass as you protect your country..."

In order to relieve her inner uneasiness, Isabel whispered a prayer for Aiwass repeatedly.

……

At three o'clock in the morning, Isabel finished dressing and sat upright in the Queen's study, reading attentively the gift Aiwass sent her through church channels.

"Puppet Tantra".

Aiwass told Isabel that if she could learn this tantra book well, she might be able to cross the limits of space and appear in Avalon and the Theocracy at the same time.

Although in order not to have a preconceived understanding and thus affect the study of tantra, Aiwass did not tell Isabel the true effectiveness of "Puppet Tantra". But Isabel is still working hard to study this tantra these days. It's not even just to play with Aiwass "offline"... but it's also to relieve myself from the constraints of the name "Queen".

Next to Isabel was another small book called "Hell in Disguise: Puppet Show". This is considered a reference book, or decryption card, for the "Puppet Tantra".

"Puppet Tantra" is a tantra book on the path of beauty. Of course, its reading also needs to test the reader's talent and adaptability in the path of beauty. When Isabel looked through this book, the words on it The words did not form a discourse that could be read normally.

This book is not a story. But a diary.

Isabel had always liked keeping diaries, so she jumped into it immediately.

And it seems that the first owner of this diary was also a queen...she was called the "Queen of Kings". She is not a human, but a snake. This diary contains some unexplained words written in poetic and profound language.

But on top of her sentences, there are other words superimposed. The second owner of this diary called herself "Little Green" and was an "archeology college student in the empire." She seemed to be investigating the history of the snake people, so she found a replica of this diary. And he made a lot of comments and complaints about his daily life in this diary.

And its third owner is called "John". He seems to be a teacher in the literature department of that university, and he is also studying the history of the snake people. He discovered Xiaolu's diary, but did not report the other party, but chatted with the other party in it. They expressed different opinions on the Snake Queen's diary, and talked to each other, exchanged feelings, and shared secrets.

But this tantric book in Elvish language mixes these three texts together.

Isabel initially thought it was because the translator had not done it right, and she could not understand the book after reading it for two days.

Until she got a headache after reading it, she took the book "Hell in Disguise: Puppet Show" this morning and flipped through it... After reading for a long time, a sudden inspiration hit her.

Isabel suddenly understood - it was not that the translator had not done it right, but that he had done it very well.

In the original version of this tantra, the words in the three handwritings must have been mixed in the same book, and the translator unified them in the same font.

She looked at the thin picture album and searched for every object in it. Then use this individual to find the same word as in the original text, start from that word as the beginning of the sentence and read forward. As a result, it becomes another sentence with a completely different meaning.

Every sentence is a question, every sentence is a riddle.

Although she didn't understand the meaning of these riddles at all, Isabel felt a touching and mysterious attraction.

And when Isabel looked at it in fascination, she suddenly understood the unclear words of the "Queen of Kings".

Those unintelligible words happen to be the answers to the riddles posed by the "reference book".

"——The riddle that formed the riddle in the first place itself happens to be the answer to the riddle!"

Isabel suddenly realized.

And when Isabel fully understood the mystery of this book, she suddenly felt a sense of distortion.

It was like breaking free from an illusion - the world around him shattered like a smashed glass window.

Her consciousness was pulled into the tantra book.

Inside, she saw the enchanting Snake Queen, the innocent and romantic female college student Xiao Lu, the serious but gentle teacher John, and more...

They had many stories surrounding this storybook about the "Snake Queen".

Then they become stories, and then new stories happen around this story, over and over again.

At the end, the scene changed——

——From the beginning, there was no one at all!

They are just masks with different expressions, dancing around the stage. And the picture of them dancing together shrank inward and turned into the content of another book, with more masks appearing outside; then the picture shrank again...

In this cycle of a book within a book, all the masks are connected to thin transparent threads, and the ends spread into the endless darkness above.

“I ask you, my successor.

"If I were the answer."

A repeated voice sounded in Isabel's ears: "So, what is the problem?"

(End of this chapter)