Chapter 510 The Promise of February 16th

Aiwass always found Morgan's smile unsettling.

But intuitively, he didn't sense any ill will... and in the game, Morgan was considered a friendly NPC. Not only had she never entered the dungeon, she had even been a teammate in the Shadow Sky Division raid.

Just based on this point, Aiwass has a basic level of trust in her.

Moreover, as a nymph of the lake who is also on the path of love, Morgan's personality is obviously much more normal than Vivian's - at least Morgan would not be so ruthless as to kill someone she loves.

Vivian possesses a strong obsession as a seeker of truth. Her love is always wholehearted, yet also driven by a strong purpose. After falling in love with someone, she will kill or eliminate them again to eliminate her own distracting thoughts, allowing her to fully devote herself to the next person.

Morgan's obsession and desire for the Path of Love were not as strong as Vivian's. She was adaptable to other paths, and the Path of Love was simply the happiest and most suitable path for her.

She prefers a free and unrestrained lifestyle rather than upgrading.

Therefore, she always flirts with many people, but will not stay in the same place for too long... This is completely different from Vivian's seriousness in loving with all her heart - as long as she likes the other person, even if it is just the first meeting, she will pursue the other person eagerly and try to be the other person's lover wholeheartedly for a few nights; but before she truly falls in love with the other person, she will decisively leave and cut off all contact.

In short, catch and run.

Even the Silver Crown Dragon ran the same way.

Therefore, unlike Vivian, Morgan was very famous in the material world. Whether it was Vivian, Circe, Isis, or Medea, they were all extremely dangerous apostles... From a purely physical perspective, Morgan was the only fairy who was harmless to humans.

Morgan simply enjoys that kind of "short-lived, unforgettable love." Ideally, it would be the kind where the two of them never see each other again after one night—perhaps bumping into each other somewhere else decades later and spontaneously engaging in another flirtation. But she would never live a comfortable and peaceful life with anyone.

However, after being briefly loved by such a gentle, beautiful, mature, and perfect goddess, it was generally difficult for them to fall in love with mortals in the material world again. Many even went mad in their pursuit of Morgan... Legend has it that if one accepted Morgan's advances, their heart would be taken away. Later, this evil rumor spread and became a witch's infamy, spreading from "Morgan" to all witches.

But in a sense, this bad reputation is not too outrageous.

——Because the "love potion" that Aiwass had seized before was the magic potion invented by Morgan.

That was a magic potion that could make people fall in love with another person sincerely - when Morgan couldn't get what she wanted, she would decisively take the potion and would never waste her feelings and time.

And the "gift" she gave me with evil intentions...

Aiwass's expression was a little complicated.

He shook his head and returned to the Queen's study, where he saw Sherlock, who had returned to his youth.

"Hey, here you come."

Aiwass stood at the door, waved at Sherlock with a smile and said, "Long time no see, great detective. I'm glad you're not dead."

“—Puff.”

Isabel couldn't help laughing.

Seeing Aiwass's puzzled look, her laughter, like a silver bell, became even louder. She laughed so hard that she fell backwards and laughed non-stop.

Sherlock covered his forehead with his hands, looking helpless and silent.

——That’s why I didn’t recognize it at first!

I can only say that Isabel has truly grasped the essence of Aiwass...

Aiwass walked over, and with a bit of dissatisfaction, he reached out his hands from behind and hugged Isabel's face. As she whimpered, he pinched her soft cheeks and forced a smile: "What are you laughing at?"

"Your Majesty was just imitating you. I didn't recognize it at first."

Sherlock summarized it briefly: "Because that's what she said when we met."

Aiwass groaned twice, rubbed Isabel's face vigorously, and retreated behind Sherlock, who was sitting in the chair. He put his elbow on his shoulder and put his upper body weight on him. "Lulu, you are becoming more and more cheerful."

"Don't you like it?" Isabel asked.

"Of course I do."

Aiwass answered seriously: "You look better when you smile."

Some people like to see girls cry, but he likes to see them laugh more.

Isabel smiled and stretched out her index fingers, pulling a faint smile on her face: "Then I will smile more."

Sherlock nudged Aiwas' elbow expressionlessly, indicating that it was a bit too harsh.

Aiwass switched sides and pressed his other shoulder with his forearm.

This will make the shoulder pain more symmetrical.

"What's your ranking?"

Aiwass asked Sherlock, looking down at him.

Although the words were incoherent, Sherlock understood what Aiwass meant.

He smiled reservedly and said calmly and melodiously, "That's naturally the first... golden attribute."

"Not bad, as expected of you."

Aiwass praised: "It's a good thing we are not in the same field, otherwise it would be difficult for you to get first place."

“Tsk…”

This broken fox.

Sherlock smacked his lips, but did not refute what Aiwass said.

"Hey, I only took the purple one."

Isabel complained, "But fortunately, it's the most crucial [Cunning Spell]."

"【Cunning Spell】is more useful to you than many gold spells. It's worth it."

Aiwass consoled him, "In terms of expected value, the Cunning Spell can increase the spell's effect by nearly half. Most gold attributes rarely achieve this rate of improvement.

"Compared to that, what specialization did you choose?"

There is only one advanced class for the "jack of all trades": "artist." This is also the first and most core class on the path of beauty.

The extraordinary professions of other paths were essentially specialized from the very beginning. However, the Path of Beauty was different… The original profession of the Path of Beauty was "Artist," but considering the limits of individual energy and even more limited inspiration, it branched out into other professions.

Each time an artist advances, he or she can specialize in another field that is "adjacent to the field he or she has already mastered."

"I chose 'actor'."

Isabel answered simply, "Now when I imitate others, I can also imitate their Dao power. For example..."

As she spoke, she transformed into Aiwass.

Aiwass smiled cunningly and slowly crossed his legs. "If a fifth-level cardinal looked at me now, they would only think I was at the fourth level of dedication. If I become stronger, I can even imitate your extraordinary abilities."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and a flame ignited at the tip of his right middle finger.

But Aiwass knew that Isabelle did not have a mana pool of fire attribute.

Therefore this flame is also an illusion.

Aiwass walked over and slapped Aiwass' forehead. There was only a crisp snap. Aiwass cried out in pain and hugged his head, but he didn't turn back into Isabel.

He was a little surprised: "Even if I'm attacked now, the illusion won't be shattered?"

"Strong Illusion! My newly discovered ability. As long as I can hold on, the illusion can continue."

Isabel changed back and said with some dissatisfaction: "But it still hurts..."

It turns out that "Strong Illusion" can have this effect...

Only then did Aiwass truly realize that these entries were not entirely consistent with the in-game versions. The "Path Characteristics" themselves had the potential for further exploration, and there was more to it than just the textual representation.

"For my final field, I plan to choose either 'screenwriter' or 'singer.' Both are adjacent to 'actor,'" Isabel asked seriously. "Do you have any opinions?"

"random."

Aiwass smiled and said, "You can choose whatever you want."

"I'm asking you seriously!"

“I’m answering seriously.”

Aiwass restrained his smile and said seriously: "Now I can tell you -

"If it's faster, it might be a few months, and if it's slower, it might be a year at most. The upper limit of this world's energy level will be raised.

"By then, the world's upper limit will no longer be the Eternal Pope's sixth energy level, but the seventh energy level. The original fifth energy level will gradually advance to the sixth energy level, and the sixth energy level Eternal Pope will reach the seventh energy level.

"Soon, there will be changes in the Theocracy. Everyone's upgrade speed will increase dramatically, and then there will be the eighth and even ninth energy levels..."

"……really."

Sherlock murmured softly.

When he first became a Mithraic Worshiper, he sensed that Aiwass hadn't finished speaking. The sixth level wasn't the end of the Mithraic Worshiper's career path... At the sixth level, he was only middle-aged. He was still a long way from becoming an old man or even rejuvenated.

Sure enough, Aiwass knew this knowledge from the very beginning.

But these things shouldn't be known to anyone. Aiwass wasn't a prophet, and even a prophet couldn't see that far into the future—and if a higher being got involved, the future a prophet saw would be disturbed and unclear.

Aiwass knew it so clearly, it was like...

...He had experienced the same thing before.

Hearing this, Sherlock suddenly thought of the "God of Reincarnation" that Isabel had mentioned before.

He made a bold assumption.

——Is it possible that Aiwass was reborn from the future of another world line?

That's why he inexplicably knew so many secrets, and why his actions were so urgent and effective. That's why he didn't feel any joy after reaching the fourth level, and why he didn't feel any complacency or pride after becoming the Minister without a Ministry. Even though he had reached the pinnacle of the world at such a young age, it was as if something was still chasing him...

Sherlock looked up at Aiwass's jaw, throat, and pursed lips.

That strange, inexplicable pressure on Aiwass...was it coming from here?

What happened in the future?

That fever-like curiosity entangled Sherlock's heart.

After leaving the Temple of Silver and Tin, he locked himself in his study, consulted a large amount of information, and sorted out Aiwass's various behaviors, and began to speculate on the logic of his behavior, trying to deduce what would happen in the future.

——While asking directly might reveal the answer... no, it would definitely reveal the answer. Since Aiwass had already said this, there was no need to hide the rest.

But Shylock disdains it.

Anyway, even if Aiwass didn't say it, he could guess it himself.

Rather than solving the case, he felt a more obsessive and irresistible fascination with "unlocking the future." Simply asking for the answer would be too boring.

After Sherlock left, Aiwass sat directly in Isabel's seat and let her sit on his lap.

The two of them whispered to each other, and Isabel told Aiwass everything she had heard. And Aiwass told Isabel everything he had experienced.

Not just what you hear and do.

She even told him what she had thought before—telling how she had seen it and how he had believed it.

But both of them tacitly did not mention the previous agreement... the agreement on the night of February 16th.

——Because we didn’t wait until night.

Having just emerged from the promotion ceremony, the exhilaration and the shared recognition, trust, and emotion born of their "tacit understanding" seemed like a magical force, forming a strong bond. The two whispered their mutual trust, their embrace tightening. From back to back, they moved to sitting astride; from initial cuddling to hugging, and finally to a deep kiss.

When their lips parted, Isabel's cheeks flushed from the brief suffocation.

She was still very shy, and her body flushed all the way down to her neck and collarbone.

"I have a gift for you tonight."

Aiwass's voice, becoming somewhat hoarse and deep, rang in Isabel's ears: "That is the wine brewed by my soul..."

As he spoke, he bent down and kissed Isabel again.

"So, before that..."

Aiwass asked in a low voice.

Isabel didn't respond, but hugged Aiwass tightly, gently rubbing Aiwass's neck with her neck and earlobes.

Then Aiwass understood.

He picked up Isabel and, amid the astonishment, joy and "I knew it" looks of the maids and the Queen's guards, carried the feverish Isabel back to Her Majesty the Queen's bedroom.

It was only when Isabel was put on her bed by Aiwass that she seemed to wake up.

"Wait, we agreed to do it in the evening..."

She covered her face shyly, then hugged the pillow tightly to block her face, and said in a muffled voice: "It's still daytime..."

"Because I want to see more of you."

Aiwass said, moving his knees and kneeling before the Queen: "My honorable Queen..."

He leaned forward and firmly but gently removed the pillow that was covering Isabel's face.

As an artist who had reached the fourth level of energy and achieved the realm of "actor", Isabelle's body was no longer as fragile as before. However, her resistance was so weak, as if she were drunk, and her fingers became powerless.

"Sir Moriarty...you..."

Isabel's soft voice murmured like a dream: "We haven't had lunch yet... I also prepared some good wine..."

The midday sun shone on Isabelle, making her look as if she were glowing.

Aiwass took off his coat and put it aside. Then he slowly and methodically undressed Isabel bit by bit.

He said calmly and gently, “We can save it for drinking together in the evening.

"—We can also play until the evening."

The cat didn't eat lunch either. After thinking about it, I decided to finish writing it in one go (deep voice)

——Today's 7,000-word update is perfect! Give me some monthly tickets, brothers!

(End of this chapter)