Chapter 220 The Past Is Like Hatred, and Must Not Be Forgotten

Aiwass carefully looked at the old ritual master in front of him, who was usually quite low-key.

Queen Sofia succeeded to the throne sixty years ago. She was not yet twenty years old at that time.

Since Old Iben knew Sophia at that time, can we say... that he was actually only in his early twenties when he met Jacob Alexander?

He has a white beard and his naturally curly hair has turned gray. Even wearing Avalon-style clothing, one can still vaguely capture a hint of the temperament of a foreigner from his facial features.

His oily green pupils were also covered with a layer of gray due to age. If he had been young, he might have been a handsome young man with deep eyebrows, black curly hair, and a beard.

And what did Jacob look like at that time, so that Iben, who had not seen him for decades, would feel familiar when he saw Aiwass?

Thinking of this, Aiwass was in a daze for a moment.

"Jacob Alexander..."

He immediately focused his mind and replied softly: "He is my grandfather."

Iben was a little confused: "But I remember that you are not from the Moriarty family..."

"James Moriarty is my adoptive father."

Aiwass explained: "When I was a few years old, all my parents and relatives were killed. It was my adoptive father who raised me."

"...It's actually like this."

When the old man heard this, he slightly opened his already cloudy eyes and murmured to himself: "This kind of thing will happen in Avalon..."

He was silent for a while, looking a few years older.

"They were all cursed to death."

Aiwass continued calmly: "According to my investigations over the years, my grandfather died of typhoid fever fourteen years ago."

"Ha. Typhoid fever..."

Hearing this, Iben sneered: "It should be the typhoid curse. That is the curse invented by Jacob... His idea about the curse at the time was to keep a low profile as much as possible - it is best not to let people realize that this is curse.

"It seems that the person who killed him should have learned curses from him."

It was like an experienced old doctor who suddenly laughed when he heard students discussing a complex disease and intervened in the conversation to give the exact answer.

The sigh that he "had to take action" after all, overflowed with the nostalgia for the past, giving people a sense of calmness and reliability.

Aiwass was still wondering why Avalon's court ritualists were so weak... After hearing Iben's story, he thought Queen Sofia was just interested in his moral character.

But at this time, the strong self-confidence in the old man made Aiwass really feel his self-confidence.

Even if the energy level is low, it does not mean that he is weak.

"At that time, what we, the Scaleless Hands, only wanted to do was to help people deal with some big figures who had done a lot of evil, to seek justice for people, or to teach them some lessons. But the Scaleless Hands did not want to be so famous that they became people's trust and reliance.”

Iben sighed: "This is the experience I shared with Jacob."

"……experience?"

"Yes, experience."

Iben's pupils were deep, with a bit of sadness that he couldn't let go of: "If you are too famous, then people will always come to you to solve problems. But we are not gods, not to mention that even gods are not omnipotent.

"However, people dare not blame the gods, but they dare to blame us. They will blame the failure on us for not doing our best - although this is also true, but when there are more commissions at hand, we will inevitably have a focus. And if someone If you come to request but refuse the other party, you will also be blamed. Not only that, you will even be criticized and criticized by your partners...

"Is that the fault of the person who came to request? Of course not. But it is not our fault, let alone the fault of the critics. Everyone gathers together with good wishes, but why can't the good original intention achieve the same good thing? What’s the ending?”

Iben seemed to be telling something, or whispering something to himself.

"These are the lessons I learned from my hometown. I told these things to Jacob and told him clearly in advance - from the very beginning, we were not the saviors of everyone. We can never save everyone. , so don’t let people’s expectations too high from the beginning; we can’t accomplish everything, so don’t let people trust us too much.

"The Scaleless Hands, under the leadership of Jacob, have always maintained a low profile and existed as a secret society. Only those few who know about our existence can ask us to do something. And these tasks have their heavy costs. … It’s not that we’re trying to make money off of this, it’s just that we limit people from putting all their hopes on us, and that just crushes us, in my experience.

"Only those who are willing to pay any price for revenge can often get our response. In addition, we are usually the active party - taking the initiative to find what we should do. At that time, we were very free, Like the legendary Rogue."

The old ritual master sighed: "To be honest, those days are very happy now that I think about them..."

He looked at Aiwass and chuckled as if testing and self-deprecating: "But don't you think we are too ruthless? It is obviously an association formed to help others, but it does not accept commissions from others."

"...No, you are right."

Evans tapped the wheelchair armrest unconsciously, and whispered: "No one is omnipotent... Therefore, not all requests can be granted. If you are dragged into an unfamiliar professional field because of sympathy, your efficiency and success rate will be much slower."

Evans certainly won't blame them. He just felt as if he was punched by words.

Isn't he such a person himself?

It's just that Aiwas is lucky and hasn't encountered the kind of bad things that will dampen his enthusiasm; or he is strong enough to always complete other people's requests.

——As long as it's a favorable game, everyone is a good brother.

Evans is not unaware of this truth. It's just that he has never failed, and he has become a little inflated under the fluke mentality.

But...

So my grandfather was doing this kind of thing back then?

No wonder my father chose to devote himself to become a priest...

"So, the manuscript left by Jacob... do you have any clues?"

It was rare to meet someone who knew his grandfather, and Aiwas asked: "Some people say that he might have been killed because of the manuscript that was about to be published."

"Manuscript? This..."

Old Ibn showed a guilty look, which was the regret that he wanted to help but couldn't do anything: "I'm sorry. The Scaleless Hand was formed in the era of the Hanged King. The Hanged King died two years after I joined. And when I was arrested, the queen had just ascended the throne. After that, I was taken away by His Majesty.

"I went back a year later... because I found that Her Majesty Sophia and the 'Hanged King' were not the same kind of people. We may not have to rebel against the royal family anymore, and we can make Avalon better and heal people's misfortunes. I was planning to form a ritualist team for His Majesty, and take this opportunity to give the Scaleless Hands' ritualists a legal identity.

"But when I went back to find Jacob and the others, I found that our previous base had been abandoned. All the means of communication had been cut off, and I wrote to them but received no response. I guess..."

The old man seemed to be choked by memories when he said this. The depressed words turned into a long, grainy sigh like a bellows.

——I guess they thought I had betrayed them.

Although Ibn didn't say it, Aiwas had guessed his thoughts.

Rationally speaking, this is very reasonable. We can't naively leave the survival of other partners to Ibn's conscience just because of feelings and trust.

But that's what I said. This is still quite hurtful.

...However, that should have been sixty years ago.

The Scaleless Hand gradually disappeared and was replaced by the Noble Red, which was about fifty years ago. In other words, Ibn really didn't seem to know what would happen ten years later...

It's a pity that the clues were cut off again.

Aiwas felt a little regretful.

But he continued with a fluke mentality: "My parents seemed to have been killed because of the manuscript. According to my investigation, they should have been killed by the Iron Hook Demon."

"...Iron Hook Demon?"

Ibn frowned: "Then there should be a professional curse master? Could it be..."

"No. Probably not someone from the Scaleless Hand."

Evans explained: "The curse master's name is Aziz. Aziz bin Abdul. Do you have any clues?"

Hearing this name, Ibn's expression suddenly changed.

It was like an old lion suddenly opened his eyes and stood up staggeringly. It was also like a weak and dying wolf opened its eyes under the moon, and the desolate and resolute killing intent made people feel cold in their hearts.

"-Where is he?"

"...He left a long time ago. It is said that he crossed the desert and went to a country in the east...It could be Parthia, or it could be Horus."

Evans first answered the question, then paused and asked: "Do you know him?"

This was an unexpected development.

He originally thought that he could ask Ibn about his grandfather... but he didn't expect that Ibn knew very little about his grandfather, but he actually knew the curser who cursed Alexander and his wife.

"A fat black man, right?" Ibn asked back.

"Yes. His face is brown and dark, and he is a little hunchbacked."

Aiwas nodded in response, repeating the appearance of the man he saw in the advanced ceremony: "He wore huge gem rings on all ten fingers at that time... More than ten years ago, he was a middle-aged man who looked about fifty years old. He should be in his sixties or seventies now."

"... That's him."

Ibn was silent for a long time before he said softly: "I was betrayed by him when I was in Anxi.

"He is my junior brother and my nephew. At the same time, he was a slave I rescued after the city was destroyed.

"He betrayed us who were wanted, and used our information to exchange for the identity of free people, a big house, eight female slaves, and became a curser serving the good master...

"... He also came to Avalon."

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