Pastor's Tantra

After Haina left, it took about three or four hours before Sherlock finally returned home.

Aiwass crossed his fingers in front of his abdomen and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed.

His tone was a little dissatisfied: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Sherlock. I told you before that I was coming."

"Thank you then."

Sherlock looked very tired after entering the room: "I'm very happy that you can wait for me for so long and not leave, my friend."

Then he asked Madame Mina for a glass of hot brandy to relieve his headache.

Mrs. Mina hesitated, but agreed.

"You want to drink?"

Looking at Sherlock's reaction, Aiwass was shocked.

But he still remembered that Sherlock got drunk when he touched wine, and his wine was not considered very good. Because of this, he usually wouldn't touch alcohol at all - because it would make him look embarrassed.

But Aiwass didn't stop Sherlock either.

He just wanted to see Sherlock look regretful after he sobered up.

"I need to drink some, I have a bit of a headache."

Sherlock covered his forehead and frowned: "After I was 'resurrected', Director Kent took me away to solve the backlog of cases during this period. I have been busy until now, and finally solved all the cases during this period. "

"...Isn't it right?"

Aiwass was a little confused: "Logically speaking, this workload shouldn't make you feel tired, right?"

Sherlock is an old social beast.

And he is the type who works overtime voluntarily and takes the initiative - he is like a large dog with endless energy in his body. If he doesn't get rid of all his energy through "walking the dog" at work, he will feel uncomfortable and restless at home.

He could even work for three days in a row and only get four or five hours of sleep in between. Even so, he just felt tired, and his energy returned as soon as he woke up.

And Sherlock has also completed the advanced stage - logically speaking, his brain power should be further developed.

"It's not tiredness. It's a headache."

Sherlock corrected Aiwass.

"What's the difference?"

"It's the same to starve to death, but one is starved to the point of malnutrition, and the other is starved for a long time and then eats and drinks too much and then dies. I am the latter."

Shylock gives the precise metaphor.

He sat down on the sofa, picked up the biscuits that Mrs. Mina had baked for Aiwass from the table, and began to chew them like a starving ghost reincarnated.

He grabbed three handfuls of biscuits in a row, and his face looked better.

"This promotion has basically not strengthened my physical fitness, but it has greatly strengthened my brain... I can't control my brain now.

"Obviously it was just a very simple question, but I almost immediately thought of the answer, and it started to make associations on its own, analyzing a lot of meaningless things..."

Sherlock paused and added: "It's like after listening to a concert, when you lie down to sleep, there will be echoes in your mind from time to time. My damn mind is constantly, repeatedly, and meaninglessly thinking. For something that already has an answer!”

"So you need alcohol to numb your brain."

Aiwass suddenly realized: "It seems that your promotion has given you some good benefits."

"Yeah. Although it's a bit troublesome, it should be a good thing."

Sherlock was not pretentious, but nodded and admitted: "It's just that I can't control it now. If it continues to deduce the details and interpersonal relationships of those dozen cases from my mind, I won't be able to sleep at all. .

"My brain is so active, even if I fall asleep, I will probably have nightmares."

"This is why the 'Dream Monk' belongs to the path of wisdom."

Aiwass said with a smile: "In your current situation, I know what the problem is.

"Situations like this occasionally occur in the ancient Anxi Kingdom, and also in the Narcissus Principality. This is called 'spiritual body disorder', which is a disease caused by your soul being too powerful than your body."

"Then can you save me, doctor?"

Sherlock sighed: "This is the first time I feel that thinking is such a painful thing... The main reason is that it can't stop at all, and there are several lines of thinking going on at the same time. The main thing is that even if I want to stop them, I can't stop them." It’s impossible... I have now begun to recall my classmates in college, and my mind is constantly analyzing them... Thank you, Mrs. Mina."

He said, taking Mrs. Mina's signature hot cider.

Sherlock drank it down without hesitation and without changing his expression, obviously trying to force the machine to shut down in this way.

"Because the lawyer itself is a profession that mainly strengthens rationality, and the mage is even more so. You already have a good foundation, but if you strengthen it by two percentages, too strong rationality will lead to soul imbalance.

"In order to balance this imbalance, your soul will begin to draw power from your body to strengthen your sensibility, and continue to inject excess rationality into your brain... This is why you become impulsive, It’s also the reason why you become so tired and why your brain can’t stop thinking.”

Aiwass explained: "To put it simply, this is a disease of genius. It's not a big problem... your brain can adapt to it for a while. This is how the path of wisdom reaches an advanced level - if you don't violently transform your brain like this, you will be fine." It cannot adapt to higher levels of wisdom.”

"But I feel bad, you stupid fox!"

Sherlock's voice was slightly louder.

He quickly realized that his emotions were out of control again, so he rubbed his eyebrows with a headache: "In this case, I can't sleep at all at night. If I don't get enough rest, I can't start working, let alone accompany you to Yingying. Misaki Village investigated..."

"come on."

Aiwass sighed, and his right hand lit up slightly.

Sherlock immediately closed his mouth, leaned over and closed his eyes - because the light in Aiwass's hand was too strong, it would be dazzling even if he closed his eyes.

And soon, he felt Aiwas put his palm on his forehead. A steady stream of warmth poured in, like soaking in a hot spring and having the back of his head hit by the warm and gentle water... It was as if something warm was melting away from his brain, and he couldn't help but shiver.

The accumulated fatigue melted away in the blink of an eye, and the brain that suffered from constant headaches due to complicated thoughts was gradually soothed.

Sherlock couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, feeling the rare sense of tranquility.

But then, Aiwass took his right hand away.

Sherlock realized this immediately - because just when Aiwass took the hand away, Sherlock's mind immediately started to spin again.

"...It doesn't seem to be curing the root cause, fox!"

Sherlock covered his head, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"I just want to stop you from feeling so uncomfortable first."

Aiwass said coldly, stood up and walked towards Lily.

From the pouch on her body, Aiwass found black goat's wool, charcoal, small puppets, ginger and rosemary essential oils, and a black crystal piece.

Aiwass came over unceremoniously and pulled a strand of hair from Sherlock's forehead - it was a strand instead of one. Sherlock jumped up from the sofa in pain.

"Do you still have a headache?"

Aiwass confirmed the extent of Sherlock's headache.

Then the ceremony began to be arranged in front of Sherlock.

Damn it, how could it not hurt!

Sherlock was about to curse, but after seeing this scene, he became quiet again and swallowed what he just said.

He watched as Aiwass cut his finger and applied it to the puppet's heart. Then he tied the puppet's forehead with Sherlock's hair. Then he poured his own mana into the black crystal piece, crushed it into pieces, and pierced several of the pieces as sharp as daggers into the puppet's forehead and heart.

Seeing this scene, Sherlock, who originally thought Aiwass was going to use a ritual to heal himself, raised his eyebrows: "Is this a ritual?"

"It's a curse."

Aiwass replied casually, moving his hands constantly: "The curse of the fog of ignorance... Of course, I prefer to call it the curse of feeblemindedness."

Immediately afterwards, Aiwass wrapped the black goat's wool around it, then lit a fire with charcoal and placed the puppet inside.

As Aiwass muttered something, Sherlock gradually felt like a hazy fog had formed in his brain. The headache of thinking all the time gradually dissipated.

"...Curse can also cure diseases?"

Sherlock covered his forehead, a little surprised.

"Poison can still save people."

Aiwass chuckled: "Learn, brother! Thank me quickly!"

Sherlock gritted his teeth. Just as he was about to retaliate, he remembered that Aiwass had just treated him. I could only say thank you reluctantly.

Misstep, why only 10,000 votes! ! ! ! (beat the ground)

I originally wanted to add another update next month, so I saw that the number of votes from 1 to 28 was 12,000, so I settled on 10,000. It turned out that one day was enough...

Let's see if we add another update tonight. The second update will probably be around two o'clock, and the third update will probably be around six o'clock...