Pastor's Tantra

"Then I will also give you a gift later!"

Nelim said seriously: "I remember, my human friend!"

"My name is Aiwass, don't call me human. Just like I wouldn't call you goblin, okay?"

Aiwass raised his palm and spoke to her seriously.

Nelim flew over, hugged Aiwass' nose, and kissed Aiwass - but Aiwass didn't feel it at all, and it even felt a bit like being bitten by a mosquito.

"Yeah! Aiwass!"

She said happily: "My friend, Aiwass!"

But Nelim reacted quickly: "Aiwass, what are you doing here?"

"——He came to see me, Miss Nelim."

A somewhat tired but still calm voice sounded from inside.

With his cane tapping the soft soil and his boots sweeping over the fallen leaves, Sherlock walked out slowly.

At that moment, Nilim exploded.

She disappeared from the spot in a flash, and then appeared behind Aiwass. Her wings flapped sharply, making obvious noises. She reached out and grabbed a lock of Aiwass's hair, and shouted loudly: "It's the bad guy! The bad guy Sherlock!"

Aiwass stretched out a finger subtly and tapped Nelim's head gently as a head rub. At the same time, he asked Sherlock: "What happened to you?"

Sherlock shook his head: "It's nothing, I said the wrong thing - we were actually having a good time chatting, but I was in a hurry and said the wrong thing."

Avas suddenly understood.

Sherlock must have forgotten the taboo about goblins and greeted him with just "goblin".

This kind of thing cannot be changed at all - because if "Happy Spirit" is defined as the scientific name of fairies, then the name that fairies hate is "Happy Spirit". They simply hate being defined or studied.

This is probably the fundamental contradiction between the path of wisdom and the path of beauty.

"Don't play with the bad guys, Aiwass! I don't want to play with the bad guys!"

Nelim held Aiwass's hair angrily, trying to pull him away as best she could. But she tried her best, but at most she could only make Aiwass feel a very slight pulling sensation - not even as strong as the blowing wind.

And Nelim pulled twice, and when Aivas didn't move, she also snorted, turning into flowing wind and getting into the gaps in Aivas' hair.

"Introduction, Aiwass."

Sherlock said, stepping aside a little to reveal the person behind him: "This is Mr. Yunus, my client. I am here to help him solve some problems - invite you here , because this matter may need to be resolved by a pastor.”

It was a man Aiwass had never seen before.

He has an extremely shiny and round bald head that looks like a braised egg, fair skin, slightly chubby cheeks that make him appear non-aggressive, and big, round, child-like black eyes, with a lively and cheerful look on his face. , a sense of carefree optimism. The most conspicuous mark on his face is a pair of black mustaches with upward curling edges like a cat's mouth.

He was a full head shorter than Sherlock and looked like a small potato.

The moment she saw him, Lily felt strong hesitation and shock.

She had previously known from Aiwass that the true identity of "Yunus" was Isabel's father, Prince Albert. But this man who looked so funny that he looked like he came out of the circus made it impossible for her to connect with the weak and beautiful Isabel.

But Aiwass didn't react at all.

Because he knew that this was actually the face of "Yunus".

Albert used illusions to hide his true face and turned himself into the image of his friend Yunus. He used this method to avoid fear and evade responsibility.

"Hahaha!"

Yunus laughed rhythmically, and his dark eyes looked sparkling. He stretched out his hand on the instrument and stroked it skillfully, and easily played cheerful and vibrant music.

"I am Yunus, happy Yunus; dear Bishop, Mr. Archbishop, I have heard your name a long time ago!"

Yunus' tone of voice was strange.

It didn't sound like a normal conversation, but it couldn't be called singing or reciting poetry. Although some of it doesn't follow the rhythm or rhymes, it somehow feels like an "original version of rap". It's like the narration of a musical, full of emotion.

"He is a good person who sings beautifully!"

Hearing his voice, Nelim immediately emerged from Aiwass's hair and a little head popped up: "I occasionally hear you singing from home! So I came here!"

"Hahaha!"

Upon hearing this, Yunus let out three rhythmic laughs: "It's such a ridiculous compliment, it makes me ashamed; thank you little miss for the compliment, I didn't expect that my singing could reach the land of joy."

"That's nice - and you should address me as Ms. Nelim, I'm almost an adult!"

Nelim argued, then began to sing.

It was a song as clear and beautiful as running water - if you sang hymns, it could cleanse your soul; if you sang folk songs, it would remind people of the carefree sunshine in the countryside.

Aiwas and the others suddenly became quiet and listened to her singing.

What is somewhat inconsistent with her timbre is... it is a rather melancholic and lonely wanderer's song, and it is completely inconsistent with the name of "Happy Yunus". The lyrics tell about a wanderer who has a home and cannot return. When he sees the moon in another place, he thinks of the moon in his hometown.

But Yunus did not dilute the smile on his face because of this. He just played the modified piano in his hand that was actually a "guitar" in cooperation, and a melancholy and quiet melody flowed from it.

I don’t know when the chestnut trees around me started to bloom. The strong fragrance of chestnut flowers is leached under the sun, and then the light gradually dissipates. The sky turned into a night sky, and the sun turned into cold moonlight.

Soon, Yunus also catered to Nelim's singing, playing the piano and making a low voice in response.

His lyrics are very simple, repeating every other line "I see the moon, just like the one at home." In the middle are the trivial life and what he saw and heard as a wanderer outside - they are all "I bought another pancake today, and the fillings are not as much as my mother filled it in"; "I dreamed of playing chess with my father, maybe it was He is a little lonely in the dream world"; "I walked in the wild for ten hours today and still couldn't find a place to stay" and so on.

It is full of sad but plain sentences, without any modification, even a little vulgar, but it sounds so exciting.

Even though Nelim and Yunus had never collaborated before, Nelim smoothly switched to harmony and handed over the lead vocals to Yunus.

Yunus quickly finished singing the whole song, and then happily bowed to everyone again.

Aiwass was the first to applaud, followed by the fairy Nilim who applauded excitedly. Then came Lily, and finally a somewhat reluctant Sherlock.

Aiwass knew that Sherlock did not appreciate this style of ballad. What he likes is the violin, elegant music that reminds people of moonlight, flowing water, lakes, and swans, or intense music that makes people feel the burning unyielding spirit.

At this time, the moon in the sky turned back into the sun again, and the night sky turned back into day. But the chestnut trees surrounding it, with a radius of about twenty meters, were already in bloom.

"Can I drink, Mr. Bishop?"

Yunus looked at Aiwass with shining eyes - or in other words, looking at the necklace hanging around Aiwass's neck, and issued a respectful and sincere invitation: "Although we met for the first time, I also feel that we It’s like meeting you in a previous life! I want to have dinner or lunch with you. Such a young Archbishop, I want to hear your story!”

"Of course, Mr. Yunus."

Aiwass bowed slightly and said hello: "My name is Aiwass Moriarty."

"So you are that Moriarty - I have heard your stories, and the stories of your battles with demons are also in the newspapers; but I have never heard the narrative of the person involved. Maybe I am lucky enough to write a song for you? "

Yunus approached Aiwass enthusiastically, bowed slightly, stretched out his hands and held Aiwass's hand.

Aivas also held Yunus's hand with his backhand, and replied gently and seriously: "You are a well-known righteous man, Mr. Yunus. I will tell you everything I know."

His reaction... he must have recognized the necklace Isabel gave me, right?

Aiwass trembled in his heart.