Pastor's Tantra

——You said this is the land of fairies?

Where could there be a land of fairies with so many humans living there!

Lily subconsciously turned her gaze to Aiwass and asked in a low voice: "Is this... the worse possibility?"

"...It's hard to say."

Aiwass shook his head, feeling that the wonderful feeling in his heart became clearer.

Just when he was walking on the path in the forest, he had a strange experience - he was obviously full of vigilance, or even full of vigilance, but yet he had a sense of comfort and ease.

To describe it, it's a bit similar to the feeling you get when receiving aromatherapy. Or close to walking alone in the woods in the quiet early morning when there is no work or other things to do. The mood is extremely peaceful, and it feels like time has stopped at this moment.

Sherlock obviously also felt that strange experience. That's why he understood what Aiwass meant.

——If this is the land of fairies, then it makes sense for such anomalies to occur. They just have to deal with goblins.

But if this isn't the land of goblins...

"...Then there are only two possibilities. Either a very powerful transcendent has imposed a large, normally operating barrier here to protect the village; or there is an abnormality here itself, and the intensity of this abnormality has already It’s enough to distort the sharp gaze of a fourth-level white gryphon.”

Aiwass said cautiously: "No matter what it is... we must be prepared to come into contact with the fifth-level power."

At this moment, they saw Haina waving her hands in the distance.

"You are here -"

She ran over excitedly.

But when she was halfway through, she saw Sherlock next to Aiwass. The smile on her face gradually faded and her steps slowed down.

By the time she trotted up to Aiwass, her speed was close to zero. She tilted her head in confusion and stared at little Sherlock.

"...Is this Mr. Sherlock's brother?"

"You let me down, Haina. You stared at it for so long that even a dog would have lost its hair, and then you said, 'Is this a rabbit?'"

Little Sherlock looked cold: "Now I hope you can think a little bit before speaking. Your brain will become useless if you don't use it for too long."

It's Mr. Sherlock!

Haina immediately confirmed Sherlock's identity.

She was a little shocked: "How come you..."

...Why has it become smaller?

But these words were so shocking that she didn't dare to say them for a moment.

How could someone be rejuvenated?

"That's it. What's going on?"

Sherlock said expressionlessly, looking at Aiwass.

Aiwass showed a cheerful smile and waved his hand: "Don't worry about the details - you have to cherish the moment. If you miss a lot of things, you will miss it. This is a limited edition."

"Well said."

An old man's admiration came from the side: "Cherish the moment... Haina, I must learn from your friend."

The old man's skin was as dark as carbon, and the pupil of his right eye was nearly transparent sky blue. The slightly cloudy pupils are reminiscent of melted oil paint.

There was a deep scar on his face, spanning half of his face and bisecting his left eye. As a result, his left eye shrank, becoming smaller than his right eye and the color of his pupil became lighter.

Hanging from his waist was an elven dagger that had obviously withstood the wear and tear of time but was still well preserved. However, he was not wearing armor, but was wearing a long black windbreaker with a stand collar that was convenient for keeping warm.

"Grandpa William!"

Haina obviously knows this old supervisor - if nothing else, this should be the "only supervisor in the village who fishes every day" that Haina told Aiwass before.

Aiwass looked at the other person deeply, then turned to look at Sherlock.

Sherlock shook his head slightly, indicating not to act rashly.

They also confirmed...that there was indeed a problem in this village.

——Because both Aiwass and Sherlock know him.

Although he looks older and has a few more scars on his body...he is undoubtedly the old supervisor from the promotion ceremony that Aiwass just went through!

At that time, Aiwass's grandfather was still a young man in his twenties and thirties. And this man looked to be at least in his fifties or sixties at that time - his short hair started to turn white from the roots and became soft, and you could see clearly visible wrinkles on his dark Chinese face. At first glance, he always had a straight face. That kind of person.

Even if he is not a supervisor...if he wears black-rimmed glasses, he must be more or less a dean.

But now, his facial features look much softer. The wrinkles on his face are also more clear and obvious, but his eyes are not so cloudy that he can't see people clearly.

The year was 1839. And now it's 1898.

It has been almost sixty years.

Aiwass has almost caught up with his grandfather's age.

The old man who was almost sixty years old back then, sixty years later has turned into... less than seventy years old?

The old man also stared at Aiwass for a while.

He gradually showed a friendly smile and stretched out his hand to Aiwass: "Young man... you are young and promising."

Aiwass stretched out his hand and shook it vigorously. I felt the warmth like a furnace in the palm of my hand, and a sense of power that was completely unlike that of an old man.

"Excuse me, what's your name?" the old supervisor asked.

"Aiwass Moriarty."

Aiwass smiled reservedly and said calmly: "Avalon's incoming Minister of Discipline."

"...Minister Moriarty!"

The old supervisor was obviously surprised, and then a smile appeared on his face: "What an honor!

"No minister has ever come to our small village. Even the Swan Minister just walked around Bagpipe Town and left... Can I reveal your identity?"

But he never doubted Aiwass's identity - pretending to be a minister in Avalon was a death sentence. And he had also heard of the surname Moriarty... it was the surname belonging to the family that founded the country.

As a descendant of the founder of the country, it is not impossible to obtain the position of minister at a young age.

"Of course you can, sir."

Aiwass nodded reservedly, with a gentle but arrogant expression, which was in line with ordinary people's stereotype of outstanding young people educated by the founding family: "This is not a secret - about my identity, less than one It will be published in the "Glass Steps Newspaper" every month.

"I just came to say hello to my friend Haina. There is nothing shameful about this, not to mention that she is still a disciple of that 'Meg'."

"—Meg!"

The old man's eyes suddenly widened with a look of astonishment on his face: "It's that one..."

"The great arbiter, Grandpa William."

Haina reminded from the side.

She showed a proud smile, obviously very much flattered by Aiwass.

Although she didn't know why Aiwass suddenly revealed this information when they met, she had been holding it back for a long time. Just waiting for an opportunity to show off and show off!

"Haina, your gryphon has arrived."

After glancing at Haina, Aiwass changed the subject and patted the young griffon who was close to Aiwass: "Her name is Liz, and she is a fifteen-year-old child. Treat her well."

"...Liz!"

Haina was so happy that she almost screamed!

My griffon, my griffin!

--finally come! She's finally here!

And it’s a noble white-feathered gryphon!

Haina suddenly couldn't care about anything else - she was so moved that she almost cried.

She cautiously approached, half-knelt on the ground, and gently stroked the feathers on Liz's body. Liz also came over and smelled Haina's scent, then sneezed and rubbed her neck with satisfaction.

"Hello Lizzie, hello...my good boy..."

Haina spoke softly and affectionately, reaching out to hug the gryphon: "My name is Haina. Haina Dayne, your partner you can always trust."

She never knew that she could still make such a gentle voice: "Are you hungry? Did you eat when you came here? Let me prepare some fresh meat for you? But beef may not be hard to find, but now in the village There should be fresh wild boar meat..."

Aiwass clasped his hands behind his back and coughed lightly but still did not interrupt Haina's intoxication and excitement.

The old supervisor also came over and chatted with Aiwass in a low voice: "I actually recognized the wrong person just now... Minister, you look very similar to an old friend of mine. By the way, this child..."

"——I'm Arthur."

Sherlock spoke and without hesitation borrowed his father's name as a pseudonym.

On the side, Aiwass smiled slightly when he heard this, and added with some evil humor: "His name is Arthur Conan Doyle... the apprentice and assistant of the famous detective Sherlock.

"Mr. Sherlock is a little busy, so he entrusted his assistant to help us investigate."

"……investigation?"

The old supervisor was a little confused: "Did something happen?"

"It's an old thing from more than ten years ago."

Aiwass bowed slightly and replied seriously: "I think you are probably right... because I am actually an orphan adopted by the Moriarty family.

"My real last name is Alexander. Aiwass Alexander - and my grandfather's name was Jacob Alexander. He lived here for the last few years of his life.

"I came for his death."

My sleep finally returned to seven and a half hours...I have recovered. I have recovered.

It’s the last day of the double event, remember to vote, brothers!