Chapter 727 Astrologer Fenrir

Aleister's mind was full of distracting thoughts.

She was too busy thinking about these things to continue scaring Prince Szijjártó.

And Szijjártó didn't have any other reaction, just looking forward.

Soon, the driver took them to a manor outside the city.

Strictly speaking, this place is outside the scope of Leipzig, the city of knowledge.

"Your Highness, have you no lodging in Leipzig?"

Aleister leaned on the back of the front seat and grumbled in a low voice, "Your Highness Szijjártó, inviting two girls you've just met to such a remote place... isn't that a bit rude?"

But having said that, she didn't feel alert.

After all, neither Aleister nor Selene are weak women who can't even lift a finger.

Selene's current form is merely a disguise; she can instantly transform into a flesh-devouring demonic wolf... And Aleister, needless to say. Aside from her advanced divine arts, she possesses virtually all of Aiwas's combat abilities. Even the Red Phase wouldn't be able to confront her head-on. Even as a child of the moon, her racial attributes are undoubtedly far superior to those of ordinary humans.

If someone really had bad intentions towards her, then it would be that person who would be in trouble, not herself.

However, Prince Szijjártó just shook his head.

He didn't rush to get out of the car, but turned around and asked Aleister seriously, "Miss Aleister, are you still feeling unwell?"

"……What?"

Aleister was stunned for a moment, and several possibilities emerged in his mind.

But she didn't say anything, instead she asked calmly: "What do you mean by uncomfortable?"

"I mean, that feeling of having an extremely dry throat and wanting to tear something apart and swallow it."

Prince Szijjártó asked seriously, "Is there any left?"

Hearing this, Aleister immediately understood.

...Sure enough, the hunger she felt at the White Dove Opera House and the murderous thoughts she had on the road were not without reason.

"Huh? Someone dares to attack me?"

She felt a genuine joy, falling back in her seat, covering her face with her left hand, and couldn't help laughing. It was like running errands for so long that she finally encountered a monster-killing task.

Bayard's already deep and hoarse laughter now took on a tinge of madness. "Is it... the White Dove Opera House? Or those two bunny girls?"

"This isn't a conspiracy against you, but a problem facing the entire Leipzig community..."

Prince Szijjártó said this as he took off his tortoise-shell glasses and placed them in the box on his chest. He then replaced them with a pair of ordinary black-framed glasses.

He put the box of glasses in a small compartment in front of the passenger seat, then pushed the door open and went around to the back door to open it for Aleister.

He lowered his head and said to Aleister, "There are many people in Leipzig who share your doubts, and many of them are also suspicious of the White Dove Opera House. But after my inspection, I have ruled out any problems with the opera house itself."

"oh?"

Upon hearing this, Aleister looked at Prince Szijjártó with great interest: "Then why did you... bring me here? You don't even know my name."

“—It’s actually a prophecy.”

The middle-aged driver suddenly spoke up, "This is the prophecy I gave you—after Your Highness finishes his work today, bring back the man he was talking to Manager Val... You will be the key to our breakthrough."

He turned around and lifted up his mask, which was covered with lenses.

——I saw that there was no white in his eyes.

Those two emerald green eyes were filled with stars strung together by white lines.

"Astrologer?"

Aleister asked back: "No, if this characteristic...

"—Are you an astrologer?"

This is the advanced profession for astrologers when they reach the fourth level.

"Everything is predetermined, just as I saw you coming to Leipzig; just as I saw you talking to Manager Wahl..."

The driver, whom Prince Szijjártó called "Fenrir," said, "I just didn't expect His Highness to bring back another person..."

He put his mask back on with a click and said seriously, "This is not the place to talk. Let's talk inside."

Prince Szijjártó quickly took the two of them to his reception room.

When Fenrir went to get "convincing information and evidence", he first explained why he appeared at the White Dove Opera House.

Just this reason sounded a bit ridiculous to Aleister.

"...You said your job is to treat those blood servants on a daily basis?"

Aleister scoffed. "You should know what the White Dove Opera House does, Your Highness? The designated doctor for a 'disposable girl' in an entertainment club is His Royal Highness the Prince of this country... Isn't that a bit too high a standard?"

Although there are no similar clubs on Glass Island, there are many in other places in Avalon.

This kind of club really needs a healer who can maintain secrecy, endure the unsanitary conditions and the mental impact... and occasionally even get involved in the dark side of things like dismemberment and organ trafficking. After all, the girls who need treatment in such places could be suffering from gynecological diseases, physical disabilities, or mental disorders.

No matter how big the backstage of the White Dove Opera House is, it is impossible to find Prince Szijjártó to do such a thing.

"This wasn't something the White Dove Opera asked me to do, but something I volunteered to do."

Szijjártó said calmly, "Because my glasses are a treasure of Xingbi. They can see through many illusions..."

"As I can see, your true age... is much younger than you appear now. I'm going to dissuade you, and it's not entirely because of Mr. Fenrir's advice - in my opinion, you shouldn't come to a place like this."

Hearing this, Aleister looked at him in surprise.

Although it is only the outermost layer of my vest...but this illusion is a blessing from the Twin Mirror!

Aleister took out a small makeup mirror with great interest and replaced himself with the real "Aleister" in the mirror.

Prince Szijjártó did not react at all when he saw the mature lady with glasses suddenly turned into a young girl.

"Hey, kid," Aleister said with a smile, "You should know that I'm the Son of the Moon, right? Then you should also know... the apparent age of the Son of the Moon has nothing to do with his actual age, right?"

“I know,” Szijjártó nodded slightly, “I’m not actually trying to stop you.

"—What I mourn is the girl reflected in my pupils. She was so young...

"...Before she became you, she was still a minor, right?"

His Royal Highness the Prince's words revealed an undisguised hint of hostility towards the Son of the Moon!

Update completed!

I slept for more than ten hours today, and my mind feels fuzzy... Is this proof that my body is recovering from the brink of death?

Then I’ll offer you a new book that a friend of mine opened for me, “The Devil Comes to America”!

Recommendation: A demon cultivator who traveled through time and space to the body of a person walking on the line arrived at the sacred place of the demon path in his heart. However, he clearly led people to evil, but he gained a lot of merit from the heavenly way. He killed people and set fires, but his demonic energy did not increase, but he did increase a lot of incense. What went wrong in this process?

(End of this chapter)