Pastor's 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.

Today's tribal leaders don't even dare to provoke Bram when their own father is 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...

According to what Little Rabich meant, in fact, in addition to the Avalonians, whether it was the Iris people, the Star Antimony people... and even the Parthians east of the desert, they already had 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.

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 all lack these materials.

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...

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.

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.

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.

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?"

"He also committed a crime."

Junbai replied: "He cursed Zumaidi."

"...Did Zumaidi not forgive him?"

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

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

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

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

The old troll whispered a few words of admonishment.

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."

"To avoid the limelight?"

Aiwass was stunned for a moment.

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

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.

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

"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 whispered to Aiwass: "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 obviously attaches great importance to Aiwass. 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 it 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."

——A short death, or a frozen life.

Through fierce but meaningless resistance, he resisted the fate of the amber itself.

As long as the originally calm lake turns yellow and turbid... the water in the lake will naturally surge and flow. This is a fire that forces everyone to leave their positions... but at the same time it is also a controlled fire.

Aiwass pondered, and Sherlock beside him also lowered his head to think.

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

"She is probably anxious to ask about the troll, this is business."

Sherlock said casually: "Where are we going after dinner? To find Miss Freya, or... that man?"

"Let's find my sister first. Master Janice should be there too."

Aiwass replied: "If Her Highness Pure White doesn't handle it well, we may not see Master Janice after tomorrow. Let's meet her before she reacts."

"Okay."

Sherlock also nodded.

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

But there are not few shops here, and they soon found a curry shop opened by a lizard man. Lily has never eaten this kind of thing, but Sherlock has eaten it when he traveled to Iris, so he skillfully ordered a mild spicy one.

And Aiwass asked for a heavy spicy one without hesitation.

It must be said that the Theocracy is much better than Avalon in terms of food. Aiwas has lived in Avalon for so many years, and the most delicious food he has eaten is still iris food. He has never understood Ligeia who can eat fried chicken and fried fish with relish... Even if it is iris dishes, he feels that these dishes taste so light.

Of course, there is also a reason here, 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. Probably.

Aiwas is not very sure.

They don't know the exact location of Freya, but Aiwas, as the archbishop, his words are still very effective in the Theocracy. Just ask a few elves who seem to know her, and you can easily find clues.

The helpful elves were very willing to help Aiwas, so they took turns and changed four groups of people to escort them to their destination.

But it was obvious that when these elves chatted on the road, their comments on Freya seemed a bit strange:

"Ah, that weirdo... Actually, I don't communicate with her much."

"Archbishop, are you going to help Miss Freya with treatment?"

"At this point, Freya may not wake up yet. If she hasn't woken up yet, you can come to my research institute, which is next door."

They soon arrived at Freya's research institute.

It's called a research institute, but it looks like a huge wooden villa from the outside.

After declining the enthusiastic invitation of the enthusiastic elf lady, Aiwas still accepted a bag of fruit fed by the other party.

It was a soft purple-red fruit that looked like a nectarine or a pear. It seemed to be a new variety developed by the other party.

It smelled quite fragrant. But Aiwas had just seen a similar red sphere in the wine glass that Bram drank, and now thinking about it, he felt a little disgusted.

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

"...It's past twelve o'clock and you're still not awake?"

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

Evans nodded, his expression a little strange: What kind of summer vacation schedule is this?

He became interested in his "unmet" sister.

And...does she have any old illnesses or injuries that need the Archbishop's treatment?

It's even to the extent that the passerby elves think she needs the Archbishop to treat her personally...

Thinking of this, Aiwas knocked on the door of the villa.

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