Pastor's Tantra

All in all the results are good.

With Grünewald's full support, the ziggurat's relocation encountered no difficulties.

With the help and command of their instructors, the students packed up their most precious belongings in an orderly manner. The documents, specimens, large undead and spliced ​​corpses could only be left here for the time being, and the ongoing experiments were suspended. The half-made undead and spliced ​​corpses were forced to be destroyed to prevent them from getting out of control.

The energy supply of the ziggurat was cut off layer by layer, and the lights were gradually extinguished - just like turning off all the power at home, locking the windows, and closing the pipe valves before going away.

The flow of "No. 1" to "No. 3" in the pipeline also stopped, all laboratory instruments were shut down, and the doors were sealed and locked from the outside.

One after another, the half-born undead, as well as the corpse materials that had not been used up, were also pushed into the turquoise pool, gradually dissolving amidst bursts of corrosion.

At this moment, Grunewald had returned to the top floor and packed up the things he planned to take away. The students also packed their luggage while chatting.

Aiwass originally wanted to find an acquaintance of his, but the vice principal Adolf still followed Aiwass and kept chatting.

"Did you go to find Master Chongbo later?"

Adolf asked curiously.

"This has all come back."

Aiwass sighed: "It was just yesterday - when Xing Antimony had an accident, we were holding a celebration banquet."

"Have you slept? Why don't you take a rest? I guess it will be four or five hours later when the students finish cleaning up...enough to get some sleep."

"Having a little sleep for half an hour is almost enough."

Aiwass declined: "But I'm a little thirsty... Is there anything I can drink somewhere?"

He was also slightly tired. It's not that I'm physically tired, but that I'm a little tired mentally.

"...It really does."

Adolf thought for a moment and took Aiwass to a higher level.

The water bar there is now empty, but judging from the dust, there are still many signs of use there, so many people must have been sitting here just last night. There were still some glasses on those tables that had not been taken away after drinking.

Adolf skillfully took out the concentrated juice from the counter that had been preserved for an unknown period of time.

He didn't ask Aiwass what he wanted to drink, and just made two glasses of iced orange juice on his own - the ice cubes were even condensed by him on the spot.

"To elaborate, I'll treat you to some juice. I don't know if His Majesty the Pope has any taboos, so I won't pour you any wine..."

Adolf pushed a glass of juice to Aiwass: "Is that really a relic of the Amber Age?"

"Really...it tastes pretty good."

Aiwass nodded, drank the perfectly chilled orange juice, and then introduced to Adolf the silent Cardinal Galatea beside him: "This is Cardinal Galatea - she accompanied me into that remains."

Ever since Aiwass said those words to Cardinal Galatea, she suddenly became silent as if her CPU burned out, and has remained silent until now. Even when facing the old lich, she didn't say a word... and the old lich didn't seem to see her and ignored her completely.

Fortunately, auto-follow seemed to be still on, so at least it would be no problem to follow Aiwass without falling behind.

"Your Majesty - it's a pleasure to meet you, holy Cardinal Galatea!"

After Adolf politely saluted Cardinal Galatea and saw no response from her, he shook his head and turned to Aiwass and asked: "What does Master Albrecht Dürer want to get from this?"

That is Master Chongpa's real name.

Aiwass replied: "A piece of amber of light - the insect amber master said that he must get a piece of amber of light no matter what. For this reason, he did not touch other things at all."

"Amber of Light...it turns out this thing really exists."

Adolf sighed: "Sure enough, it is easy to find good things in archeology."

"What is that for?"

Aiwass couldn't help but ask.

"A key that opens a 'copy of the world'. You can understand it as... it can 'copy' people who have no bones left, or save things that have been destroyed from an earlier timeline. I guess ——Just a guess——Master, he may want to copy someone. After all, he worked hard to develop the resurrection technique. There must be a motive for this, right?"

Adolf said with a smile.

After all, he has the same heritage as Master Insect Amber - Adolf really knows how to use the Amber of Light.

He added: "Well...please forgive me for using the word 'copy', because I think that is not a real resurrection. At most, it can only be regarded as the creation of an identical person."

When he first heard the word "copy", Aiwass was even startled - he thought he was about to make a copy. But halfway through, he realized that this was a "copy" in the true sense - like a transcript or rubbing of a book.

Literally speaking, if there is a "copy", there should be an "original". A copy is a copy of the original.

"…meaning, a copy of something or someone pulled directly from the old days?"

Aiwass was surprised by this: "Can the preservation technique even do this kind of thing?"

"That is the only ancient spell that has been completely preserved!"

Adolf was quite proud: "In ancient times, the spellcasters of the Tower of Babel could even reach the dream world and become gods through these miraculous spells! By the way, what period of history are the ruins you went to? Is it the known part?"

"It is the Tower of Babel."

Evans replied: "The only ruins of the Tower of Babel."

"-Oh, my God!"

Adolf's eyes widened and his words stopped abruptly.

"Oh, if I had known earlier... I would definitely go with you! Damn... How could it be such a coincidence..."

He immediately leaned forward, with a strong desire in his eyes, and even the dim yellow in his eyes was diluted a little.

He rubbed his hands like a fly, and said eagerly, even attentively: "Come on, tell me... No, great pope, please let me listen to the secret - what would you like to drink? Before becoming a necromancer, I was a bartender."

"Just orange juice."

Evans ordered first, and then told Adolf about the experience of this archaeological adventure in detail.

The middle-aged necromancer was also quite cooperative. His expression became colorful with Aiwas's narration, full of exaggerated emotions, providing a strong emotional value for the narrator.

Until he heard that the Tower of Babel collapsed under the attack of the Fallen Gods... that expression suddenly became unbelievable.

The frozen expression lasted for a long time, and he gradually fell silent.

That kind of emotion is like a fanatical believer who found that the holy land had been demolished and built into a business district when he was touring the holy land.

After anger, there is silence.

"...Ah."

Adolf sighed and collapsed on the chair: "I said, how could it be... such a coincidence. Sure enough, I have never been able to catch up with anything new and hot in my life. But it's okay... Alas..."

"Do you like the Tower of Babel very much?"

Suddenly, Cardinal Galatea, who had been silent for a long time, spoke softly.

That was the extent that Aiwass wanted to call it a medical miracle - but Adolf did not realize anything, just nodded seriously: "I think it is too romantic, it is the most romantic event in human history... No, in the history of intelligent life."

"...Romantic?"

As a contractor of the Twin Mirror, Cardinal Galatea obviously heard someone use such words to describe the Tower of Babel for the first time.

For her, it was just her "mission" and her "job". And after Galatea was reborn as a construct, that was the painful past that she could never touch.

Just like when people were afraid of the device in the Tower of Babel. That was Cardinal Galatea's understanding of human beings.

She opened her eyes wide, unable to believe that an intelligent life that had never touched the Tower of Babel would worship it so fanatically: "Which part do you mean?"

"--All."

Adolf's decadent words were now full of emotion: "People gather together to contribute their own light and heat for the miracle of Babel...Sure enough, this is the true meaning of 'power'. If 'wisdom' and 'power' can be perfectly integrated, all miracles can surely be achieved..."

"... Miracles, huh?"

Cardinal Galatea suddenly looked at Aiwass and thought of something.

--If the fire is not hot enough, then burn me first.

Aiwass's words rang in her heart.

Her previous job was to complete the miracle of Babel--it was not her career, nor was it a miracle she created.

The former "Galatea" was just a tiny part of this great creation. It was everything to her, but she lost everything she had, and also lost the meaning and value of her existence.

Now she is still alive, but what's the use?

Her only value is to show that "that era really existed".

——It's just a specimen.

It's a wreck that has been "preserved" until now.

Her time has long been stagnant.

And now...

... She may also have a chance to become part of the miracle of the new era.

It's as if the stagnant time has passed again, and she no longer needs to be silent and cold like a doll.

It's as if the scaly person "Galatea" in the past has come back to life again -

"The same is true for dusk and beauty."

Aiwass chuckled and said, "That's the miracle of the holy number of eleven. You are on the right path."

"The path - there is no so-called right. And according to your statement, it also includes dedication and transcendence."

Adolf smiled and drew inferences from one example: "I remember that Your Holiness, you seem to be on this path?"

"Yes."

Aiwass nodded and said seriously: "I call it the 'Miracle Road'. When the sum of the holy numbers is ten, two The path will enter an inert cycle and fall into nothingness; and when the sum of the holy numbers reaches eleven, it has the power to create miracles. "

"That's great... miracles..."

Adolf sighed and collapsed in his chair: "Will I still have a chance to witness miracles..."

"Yes," Aiwass comforted, "There is still a lot of time."

"...I'm afraid not so much."

Adolf shook his head slightly: "My time is almost up, I'm afraid I won't even be able to see the defeat of the Fallen Angels."

Hearing this, Aiwass opened his eyes slightly.

He realized something: "Aren't you planning to retire and travel?"

"In another way, it's the same. It's just buried somewhere. I don't want to be with these children. It would be too noisy and make me forget that I want to sleep peacefully. I'm afraid I won't always sleep well... It’s a good time now that it’s rare to find peace and quiet here.”

The vice-principal smiled, apparently without any intention of moving: "You go, I'll look after the house.

"You have to leave someone to guard the door, right? Otherwise it would be bad if those demons came in and made a mess in the house.

"Just leave me alone - just right, I also want to be the real tower master for a few days."

"...You originally wanted to go to the ruins of the Tower of Babel?"

Aiwass guessed what Adolf was thinking: "Do you want to die there?"

"Well," Adolf nodded, "I just thought so for a moment... It would be so romantic to die in the glory of collapse and be buried by the collapse of time. But I originally planned to stay here, but I didn't Difference.

"Oh, it actually shook my original thoughts... Is this the remnant of a miracle? Just a name can make me revive some of my solidified interests...

"...Speaking of which, Your Majesty the Pope. Do you know, my childhood dream... was that after death, a strong man would lift my body and throw it into the center of the sun. I was still because of such a 'dream' And being beaten by my parents..."

Adolf waved his hand and did not continue.

He was just a little sad, but smiled gently: "I am very happy to finally hear such a story.

"When you defeat the Fallen Sky Division and retake the Ziggurat... His Majesty the Pope, you must remember to come back.

"——When the time comes, I have a small gift for you."