Chapter 519 Have you two ever formed a band?

When Janice heard the voice and turned around, she saw Aiwas riding on a unicorn and being held in the arms of Her Highness the Saint.

Her expression suddenly became somewhat strange.

She bowed slightly, placed her right hand on her chest, and saluted Saint Grey on the unicorn. "Your Highness, it's been a long time since we last met. May the candle protect you."

"May Sizhu protect you as well. Long time no see, Janice."

Gray smiled and said softly, "Just call me Gray."

This is the real name of "Pure White" - theoretically, not many people know it.

"Then...Gray."

Janice adjusted her hat and pulled it down slightly in front, as if subconsciously trying to use it to cover her face. "Are you okay?"

"I am fine."

Gray looked at Janice and touched her chest with her right hand.

She lowered her voice and said seriously, "But I miss you so much."

Janice obviously realized something. She groaned meaninglessly and covered her forehead with her hand as if to pretend she had a headache, shielding her face with the back of her hand.

But her cheeks were a little red, even spreading to the tips of her ears.

Oh no.

It was the first time that Aiwas saw Janice, who was as free and easy as the wind, have such a reaction.

He raised his eyebrows and suddenly became energetic.

So they knew each other?

And it seems that this attitude... seems...

Aiwass thought silently for a moment, and came up with an exquisite description:

—It feels like you two were in a band when you were kids.

Originally, he looked at Janice standing there motionless, and for a moment he even imagined her as a sculpture.

Just now, Aiwas was a little worried that if Janice stayed here for too long, she would turn into amber... But now it seems that there is nothing to worry about.

Aiwass wasn't the only one who heard this.

Although the White Saint lowered her voice, she was at least five meters away from Janice. If Janice could hear it at this distance, then the three people around her could also hear it.

Sherlock and Lily beside them both looked over immediately.

Fortunately, there were no other elves around, and only these familiar people were nearby. Janice took a deep breath and adjusted herself.

She raised her head, reached out to smooth the hair that fell by her ear, and smiled her usual cheerful and carefree smile: "Indeed, Gray... We haven't seen each other for over two hundred years."

"One hundred and ninety-five years. It's less than two hundred years. You're remembering it wrong."

The White Saint replied, pointing to the sculpture: "In 1704, Master Betinatia Ningpo... you left the Church at that time."

Hearing this, Aiwas subconsciously looked at the sculpture in front of Janice.

It was an elf dressed as a painter. She looked not much older than Janice, perhaps in her early thirties.

Different from Janice's fashionable, casual and unrestrained style of clothing... the elf was wearing a short dress, with her hair piled high, revealing her slender neck.

Her face is beautiful and gentle, and her downcast eyes hold a concentration that slows time. If her right hand wasn't holding a paintbrush, you might even think she was holding a spoon, feeding a child.

Her transparent sculpture took on a beautiful yellow-green hue—like a pale yellow salt suddenly dropped from the sky into an emerald green lake. As it sank, it melted and decomposed. Finally, around her chest and abdomen, it melted completely, transforming into a flower that spread like tentacles.

"Like some kind of crystal dissolving in water... Is the amber related to the Tao?"

Sherlock's expression was serious as he murmured softly, "Two paths blending together...why did it turn into this color..."

Lily, who was standing by, patted his arm gently, signaling him not to say it out loud.

Aiwass looked at the sign below the sculpture.

Bettinatia Flourishing, 1388-1704, condensed into amber due to her painting skills pushing the limits, which lasted for five months

He realized... this place was equivalent to the cemetery of the elves who had amber condensation.

The essence of Ningpo is the transformation of Lingpo into amber. The so-called Lingpo refers to amber that contains life such as insects.

Once solidified, it means entering a state of neither life nor death.

The soul does not enter the dream world, nor does it reincarnate—the soul still exists in the body. Therefore, the "spirit" in Lingbo also refers to the solidified soul in their body.

Elves encased in amber are like entering a long, peaceful slumber. They retain a modicum of awareness of the outside world, though time feels immensely long, with even centuries passing in the blink of an eye. Because of this, killing or destroying them outright is inherently inhumane... The only option is to find a place to store them.

The thirteenth ring is just right.

…She’s not even four hundred years old yet.

How young! Aiwass sighed silently.

Even if Betinatia were still alive, she would not be much older than Janice.

——Jannis is now older than her teacher was when she was amber.

Is this considered a young genius of the elf race?

But from the first onset of amber fever to death, it was less than five months. This speed is considered relatively rapid even in cancer...

Thinking of this, Aiwas turned around and glanced at the Pure White Saint with some worry.

Although according to the game, Gray's condition seemed to stabilize in the end.

But the situation is different now, and it’s hard to say whether she can recover... and Aiwass has no idea why she became amber.

This is considered a heart disease - but for elves, heart disease can destroy their bodies.

At this time, Gray did not look down at Aiwass.

She just looked at Janice and said softly, "You must still remember the day when Master Betinatia condensed the amber. So why did you forget the time when we parted?

"Or, have you forgotten... that I came to see you off on the day you left?"

"Implied finger, Implied finger... Every day feels like a year..."

Janice was sweating profusely as she stammered, "Because I missed you, I subconsciously counted a few more years. This is... this is an exaggeration..."

"—You've returned to the Theocracy three times."

Gray interrupted Janice.

She rode on the unicorn and subconsciously grasped Aiwas's shoulders. She stared at Janice with an increasingly calm expression: "Why don't you come to see me?"

"I've actually seen you... from a distance... well, more than once. I've been following you for a long time..."

"—Do you think I'll forget you? Why don't you come find me?"

"I thought... uh, you might be busy..."

"One hundred and ninety-five years. In human terms, that's five generations. One hundred and ninety-five years ago, the Narcissus Principality and the Black Eagle Principality were both independent nations. One hundred and ninety-five years ago, Lloyd's was just founded. One hundred and ninety-five years ago, the goblins hadn't yet begun trading with trolls, and the Good Lords' Third Water War hadn't even broken out."

Gray interrupted again, saying calmly and seriously, "This is longer than the time we've been growing up together."

Janice wanted to explain, but after struggling for a moment, she sighed dejectedly and lowered her head, saying, "Yes... I'm sorry, Gray."

——It was the first time that Aiwas saw Master Janice in such a miserable state.

This camera guy was always incredibly handsome when he was in Avalon. He never went through the door, but basically just wandered in and out of the paintings, as if he knew all the secrets, always with an enigmatic smile on his face.

She was a truly reliable senior. Even in front of Queen Sofia, she always maintained a high profile.

When she left Avalon, she was so carefree and free. Her romantic and reliable temperament even touched Aiwass and Isabel.

How much I admired her back then, but now that the filter is broken, I feel how miserable she is now.

It turns out Janice and the White Saint were childhood sweethearts for over a hundred years... No wonder Isabel was able to contact her, and no wonder she was the one who came to find her when she was escaping in the game...

This was indeed knowledge that Aiwass did not know.

During the game, the two people did not communicate at all - or perhaps Janice was able to run better at that time, so she was not caught the entire time.

Now it seems that the Saint was not looking for Isabel at the time, but wanted to use Isabel as a clue to catch Janice who had disappeared somewhere...

As for Master Janice, if she is determined not to see anyone, it will be very difficult to catch her.

Before the Fallen Angels arrived, the cheapest and longest-distance teleportation ability was the "Master Artist's" reflection. This was also the only teleportation ability currently available. It was far superior to Shafiya's portal, which took a long time to reach a distance of thirty meters.

After Janice apologized honestly, the Pure White Saint did not say anything about it.

She didn't say accept or reject, she just looked at Janice quietly.

Janice panicked and immediately changed the subject: "Aivaz, why are you able to sit on a unicorn?"

"Why... I'm also looking for the answer."

Aiwass said quietly, "Do you think I might know? I just saw a unicorn for the first time today."

"I guess it has something to do with your ability to see reflections in the mirror."

Janice said this with a sultry smile, pushing her hat higher, and her body began to become a little illusory: "I have some things to do, so I'll leave first. I'll come to see you when I'm done..."

"Then why not go together?"

Gray suddenly spoke up, "It just so happens that Aiwass is about to be inaugurated as a bishop. For things like this, it's better to have more acquaintances."

"I really have something to do... Never mind, okay."

Janice muttered a few words, and her half-empty body solidified again.

Aiwass also took the opportunity to get off the unicorn and walked to Master Yannis.

He asked quietly, "Is there something wrong?"

"It's true—and it has something to do with you."

Janice also lowered her voice and glared at Aiwas: "You kid, you don't help me but just watch the fun..."

"Because I also think that abandoning a friend for two hundred years is a bit too much."

Aiwass said seriously: "So what's going on?"

While it felt like Janice was capable of such a thing—she was a free-spirited woman. It was impossible for her to stay in one place for too long. But leaving her friend alone for two hundred years seemed absurd.

Janice subconsciously glanced at Gray, shook her head repeatedly and said nothing.

"I'm telling you, you kid..."

Janice lowered her voice and said viciously, "It was your sister who invited me over. Any delay would only waste her time."

"...Freya?"

"Yes—how many sisters do you have?"

Hearing this, Aiwass looked at Gray hesitantly.

Gray looked at Janice calmly and said softly, "I've caught you, Janice. You can't escape. Come to the 21st floor in two days. I'll give you a day to listen to your explanation."

"……good."

Janice nodded, glared at Aiwass again, and then disappeared.

At this moment, Gray sighed.

She bowed to the air. "Excuse me, Cardinal Matilda."

"It's okay."

It was a voice as gentle as water: "I'm also very happy that you two can reconcile."

The air rippled slightly, and a young female elf with long blue hair, who looked to be in her twenties or thirties, appeared over there.

Before this, neither Aiwass, Lily nor Sherlock had noticed her presence.

But Aiwass recognized at a glance that she was wearing a cardinal's robe - the biggest difference between a cardinal and an archbishop is that their robes are custom-made, each one has a different style and color, rather than red or gold and red.

There will only be a black sinthorn pattern embroidered on the body, and the middle of the pattern must be hollowed out, revealing the skin or inlaid with gems.

Cardinal Matilda's robe is violet, with the Thorn of Sin in the center of the chest, a pattern of thorns. The most distinctive feature is the large cuffs, which are reminiscent of morning glories.

For some reason, Aiwass always felt as if he had seen her somewhere.

He thought about it and wondered if this person was one of the elves who had undergone the advancement ceremony with Pure White... But judging from their age and appearance, they didn't seem to match.

Matilda nodded slightly at Aiwass, placed her right hand on her chest, and introduced herself. "I am the Minister of Holy Orders, Matilda. I am responsible for the promotion of bishops and above."

"Cardinal Matilda."

Aiwass stretched out his hand and nodded three times, then said respectfully, "May the candlekeeper watch over your light."

Matilda nodded and turned to the others. "After this, the Holy Order is just ahead. Everyone else, please wait here... Aiwass, come with me and change your clothes."

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