Pastor's Tantra

Although the entire Yingjia Village has been covered in "amber", it seems as if the stars in the sky have been petrified and solidified...

But in fact, time is still passing normally. It's like a roller that was originally smooth becomes jerky due to blockage. Because of this, Aiwass and the others were unable to sleep peacefully in a normal place. They could only wait quietly for the time to return to the morning and reset everything.

After Merlin left, the only uninvited guest left here was Yeats.

Aiwass was finally able to talk to Yeats about the past.

They sat on the edge of the swamp, Lily sitting next to them. Sherlock seemed to have something to tell Haina. In order to prevent Haina from forgetting accidentally, he took Haina to get the notebook.

The swamp that had been drained of the "water of the underworld" was now like a bottomless pit like a funnel.

If you fall from here, you may be able to go directly to the fairy country. However, neither Aiwass nor Yeats obviously had any fear of this.

Aiwass did not look back at the werewolf, but said calmly: "You are here to see me, Mr. Yeats."

This is not a question, but a statement.

"If my prediction is correct, Miss Vivian Mathers should be the Lake Fairy Vivian."

Aiwass was already suspicious of that unusually mature girl.

The way that the half-elf girl who was adopted by Bishop Mathers' sister was picked up was too careless. At that time, Aiwass thought that she might be the reincarnation of Vivian, the fairy in the lake, but there was no evidence yet.

But with Yeats as a lubrication of logic, it all makes sense.

As a werewolf, Yeats fell deeply in love with Vivian. According to the characteristics of the Path of Love, Vivian should be the witch who gave Yeats the wolf-turning technique. Vivian needs to collect different kinds of love, and Yeats should be the collecting element of "master-servant love".

Yeats knew Mathers and Jacob, and also joined a mysterious society called the "Golden Dawn". Although Aiwass had not heard the name of this society, it was enough to know that there was some connection between them. .

Bishop Mathers accepted Aiwass's father, Julio Alexander, as his disciple, apparently because he was a good friend of Julio's father, Jacob. And Mathers was able to obtain the exact information about the "holy entity", which was probably related to the Golden Dawn. Because this incident itself is directly related to Jacob.

Jacob and Vivian have maintained a long-term cooperative relationship. In this way, there is an explanation for Yeats's ability to hook up with Vivian.

It is obviously not a coincidence that Vivian specifically chose Bishop Mathers' sister as her adoptive mother to stay after reincarnation.

- It's all connected.

I was already in the game from the very beginning.

Facing the werewolf who didn't respond to him and just looked up at the dim yellow moon, Aiwass said softly: "But I think you should have some ideas of your own.

"...not as Vivian's tool or pet, but hoping to get a more active position. Even to reverse the master-servant relationship between them."

After hearing Aiwass's words, Yeats finally turned around.

He stared at Aiwass for a long time before finally speaking in a low voice: "Is there any flaw in me?"

"If anything," Aiwass got the answer he wanted, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "it's because I'm too genius."

"It's hard to say whether you are a genius or not...but you are indeed keen enough."

Yeats slowly turned around and looked down into the center of the bottomless pit.

The center of gravity of his body was slightly tilted forward, as if he was leaning down from a high place in a building, making a dangerous movement while staring at the goblin hole.

The werewolf made a low voice: "As sharp as him."

"who?"

"Your grandfather, Jacob."

Yeats replied: "As a 'fraudster,' I never succeeded in deceiving him."

"This is the first time I have seen a fraudster with sound limbs and a complete face."

Aiwass said sincerely: "A very rare profession."

"You know a lot." Yeats finally laughed.

"Manipulate illusions and illusions to induce others and confuse their minds. You can usually catch them in casinos," Aiwass said softly. "Once caught, they will break the limbs and treat them in the wrong way, causing the bones to twist and grow. Also It will put a mark on the face that is difficult to remove, telling people that this is a fraudster."

"But this approach didn't work."

Yeats said softly and calmly: "For a fraudster, it is extremely simple to make a human skin mask and pretend to be someone else."

Aiwass nodded: "I know. Those fools think this is useful just because the fraudsters all act like they care. The more painful and frightened they are, it seems that the more they care, the more people will care. The more they work harder. But they never thought that the person in front of them is a fraudster who is good at lying."

Having said this, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Yeats: "It's like... your love for Vivian.

"——As a fraudster, can you deceive your own heart?"

Hearing this, Yeats was silent for a long time.

"...Maybe it can, maybe it can't."

He responded vaguely and looked at Aiwass: "I thought you would ask me about Mathers."

"I can ask Bishop Mathers about that kind of thing. I think he would be willing to tell me everything he can say."

"Then what do you want?"

"I want your 'lie'."

Aiwass replied: "The son of the feaster will be drunk at the feast, no matter whether it is blood or wine in the cup. Deception is a law that adapts to the path, but the youngest Tiansi on the path of love also controls the honey brew and wine." Psychedelic Code.”

Hearing this, Yeats took a deep look at Aiwass.

"It can't be done."

He answered simply, generously revealing the nature of his profession: "You may be good at lying, but you don't understand the core of a deceiver. A transcendent on the path of love only sees himself, and even deception is to deceive himself."

"I really can't."

Aiwass looked at Lily: "What about her?"

"she?"

Yeats looked at Lily and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "My young compatriot...are you also a fraudster?"

"I'm a witch."

Lily looked up and replied.

Hearing this, Yeats was stunned: "Witch?"

He laughed immediately. First there was a low, breathless laugh, and then it gradually turned into a wild laugh. He even burst into tears from laughter.

"Well, witches...dog handlers also end up as hounds. How ironic."

Yeats wiped his eyes and said sarcastically: "But a witch cannot learn the skills of a trickster."

"Indeed."

Aiwass nodded: "But she is also the successor of Gray Tiansi."

“The ‘grey’ of adaptation…things that are neither black nor white, neither evil nor good.”

Yeats murmured: "That's the one."

He turned back and looked at Lily: "Then you might be able to learn my skills.

"It's you, Aiwass. I am half your elder, and I have to remind you... You are so relieved to put a woman who is good at hiding herself, has crazy qualifications, and is good at lying to yourself. Around you?"

The werewolf stood up, looked down at the two of them with hunched back, and issued a gentle warning: "The path of love is a cursed path. The deeper you go, the crazier it becomes... Look at me, boy. I was once too. A young man like you."

"Of course I'm relieved."

Aiwass said without hesitation: "I trust her - and she can't live without me."

"Hmph. A domesticated dog."

As early as Aiwass made this request, Yeats knew that he could only get such an answer. So he just sneered: "It's best this way."

He reached out his hand and touched Lily's forehead.

I don’t know when.

It seemed like it was just an illusion, and it seemed like a long time had passed.

When Yeats' hand touched Lily's forehead, it had turned into a ferocious wolf's claw. And Yeats also turned into an extremely terrifying and ferocious werewolf - not a gray wolf, but a giant wolf standing upright.

Its transformation has no special effects or sounds at all. It was as if he had been standing here from the beginning.

And its scarlet pupils exude well-controlled madness.

"Come on, girl."

The werewolf made a hoarse and low voice: "Let me see you in your most bloodthirsty and crazy posture.

"If you want to learn how to lie, you must first understand your heart. Only when you know what truth is, can you deceive your own heart."

Lily's body trembled, as if she was afraid of something.

But soon, she opened her eyes. Revealing those bloodthirsty vertical pupils.

Panting increasingly uncontrollably, she looked back at Aiwass's back. He stretched out his hand and gently put Aiwass's shoulder from behind.

Aiwass turned his head slightly, revealing his slender neck.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Won't you bite it off, Lily?"

Aiwass' gentle voice sounded.

His voice was clear and soft: "I allow it, child. Suck my blood."