Chapter 1050 If You Can Avoid Licking This, You Are a God.

When Aiwass summoned Aleister, Sherlock already understood his determination.

——That is the determination that I would rather kill by mistake than let go.

Sherlock knew Aiwass well.

Aiwass is not a reckless and violent person...and if Aiwass makes such a decision, it means that there may be some more pressing secrets behind this matter than what he has already said. .

Sherlock wondered what it could be. But he won't waste precious time at this time.

To put it bluntly...it was just a child of the moon anyway.

It is a monster that preys on humans. It relies on usurping power to hide its identity and live in the Iris Kingdom. Moreover, as the Sons of the Moon who believe in the Blood Sky Division, this group of Sons of the Moon are even the most aggressive and aggressive Sons of the Moon.

Not to mention the Earl who is the son of a few months - even if we kill them all, what will happen?

So Sherlock sorted out the information a little, and after simply writing down the reasoning process and key data on paper, he got into the carriage with Aiwass and Aleister.

He even checked the time before going out.

It's ten past two in the morning.

——The second batch of summary information has not yet arrived, Aiwass and Sherlock have already set off quietly.

They got into the carriage protected by the ducal emblem and drove through the quiet and deserted streets. Even though the Children of the Moon were used to hunting at night, they did not dare to attack the car in the Duke's mansion.

It is obviously a monster that calls itself the "embryo of a perfect human being", believes that it is nobler than humans, and lives by preying on humans... but now it is fleeing in panic under the threat of mortal power. This is as ridiculous as the Moon Son being able to command other humans through mortal power.

They are too integrated into society—with new strengths and new weaknesses.

In the middle of the night, except for some frightened Moon Children who turned into bats and flew away, there was almost no one in sight. The empty streets seemed to be swallowed up by darkness, and carriages passed quickly like shadows.

The curtains outside were tightly drawn to prevent outsiders from seeing anyone inside the carriage. And the inside of the carriage is by no means completely dark - the nobles of Iris do not like to use new civilian appliances such as electric lights. The light source in the carriage is a relatively expensive alchemical light source. Those were scraps from failed "artificial sun" technology.

Sherlock looked at Aleister, his expression a little subtle.

This little black-haired girl, who was only twelve or thirteen years old, had an inexplicably familiar feeling on her face.

It's like I've seen it before somewhere...

Her limbs are slender, white and fragile, and she wears a white robe in the style of a priestess of the Herasl Empire. Her long hair was hanging down like silk, and her crimson eyes gave people the impression of being drunk.

"What's going on...?"

He calmly complained: "Have you finally crossed the taboo and started turning living people into summons?"

Sherlock had seen Aiwass seal the earthbound spirit into a card before. It was a mysterious skill that he had never heard of, and it felt like the ability of the path of beauty, but at that time Aiwass was an extraordinary person who dedicated himself to and transcended the path.

At that time, Sherlock suspected that Aiwass would seal people into tarot cards sooner or later.

"What are you talking about?" Aiwass patted Aleister on the head and said calmly, "It's not like you haven't seen him before."

"...Have I seen it?"

"This is Aleister, half of me."

Aiwass looked at Sherlock and said calmly: "You can think of her as another me..."

When Aleister, who was curling his long hair with his fingers, heard this, he smiled and said, "You can also think of me as another him - how about it, great detective?"

Listening to the familiar joking tone of the "Great Detective"... Sherlock was finally able to determine what this thing was. In the past, Aiwass would always tease him like this.

"...It's really crazy."

Sherlock shook his head repeatedly: "Split another self and make it into your own summon... This sounds like..."

When he said this, his words stopped abruptly.

What would this be like?

Permanent self? Crowned Lord? Weizhe?

...Realizing that the big guys above him had also done this, Sherlock suddenly didn't dare to speak.

At this moment, Aleister suddenly noticed something and looked at the ceiling of the carriage. Then Aiwass also noticed it and cast his gaze upward. At this time, Sherlock still didn't feel anything was wrong... He just caught the subtle curvature above the carriage through their sight.

——Someone is up there.

Realizing this, Sherlock suddenly became nervous.

He held his cane tightly - it was the cane sword he forged from Eagle Point Village before, and it has been his most reliable weapon until now. It was collected after Sherlock was placed under house arrest in the Duke's Mansion... and the Duke returned it to Sherlock before Aiwass arrived.

But Aiwass and Aleister were not too nervous.

Aiwass even stretched out his hand to lift the curtain and greeted outside: "Do you have to hang outside?"

"If there's thunder outside, maybe you will act as a lightning rod."

Aleister added with a smile.

"...Are you saying that I am easily struck by lightning?"

Yasen's helpless voice came from outside.

He turned around and got into the carriage from the top of the carriage with great flexibility. Wrapped in the damp chill of the night, he sat next to Sherlock, who immediately showed a look of disgust on his face and moved his butt towards the corner.

"Why are you here?"

Sherlock asked.

"Shouldn't I come?"

Yassen asked rhetorically.

"You shouldn't," Sherlock said ruthlessly, "You are just holding me back."

"Hi..."

Yasen said with a bitter face: "Be considerate of me. Dad told me to come over and help, so as not to embarrass the family... For this reason, he gave this to me."

As he said that, Yasen raised his coat and showed several people the blue-gray dagger he had on his waist.

"oh……"

The three people present exclaimed in unison, obviously they all recognized it.

"The Sword of Vendôme."

Sherlock murmured: "Can I even give you such a thing?"

"Angelique can be considered more or less the contemporary head of the family."

Yasen said dissatisfied: "What's wrong with me?"

And Aleister couldn't help but said: "Sarastro - that's what this sword is called, right?"

"...That's right."

Yasen raised his head in surprise: "Do you actually know?"

When he was lying in the car, he had already heard the conversation in the car, so he also knew the true identity of this little girl-the clone of Pope Aiwass.

This made Yassen, who knew a little about theological stories, in awe.

According to his understanding of mythology, those who can do such a thing are the best among the best!

What does this mean?

It shows that Aiwass must be the future god!

If you can please the gods, you might be able to get a position as an apostle! The soul does not have to be "recycled" but can live forever after death...

Anyone who can avoid licking twice is a god!