Chapter 795 Count Leipzig: I have a bold idea

March 23rd.

It was not until around nine in the morning that Aleister slowly opened his eyes.

"...My head is still a little dizzy."

She stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, then closed her eyes and huddled back into Isabel's quilt.

This is not Star Antimony, not the dangerous and chaotic Leipzig. This is Avalon, the Glass Island, the Palace of Silver and Tin... This is Isabel's bedroom.

This is absolutely safe...home.

"Don't give up my dream, keep sleeping..."

Aleister muttered, curling up in a warm sleepy ball.

Half asleep and half awake, she felt someone quietly lift a crack in the quilt, and the cat sneaked in, then quietly hugged Aleister's slender waist.

Aleister didn't react at all, and even hugged the arm in return.

“Hey~”

Isabel's voice, like a whisper, rang in Aleister's ear, accompanied by warm breath and the tickling of falling hair: "How did you know it was me who came in?"

"...If it weren't you, your guards would have beaten you out."

Aleister turned around, put his arms around Isabel, snuggled in her arms and whispered softly.

Of course, there was another reason—she could smell Isabel.

Thanks to the Moon Child's keen sense of smell, Aleister had already smelled Isabel's scent as soon as she tiptoed closer.

Isabel caressed Aleister's head lovingly and said softly, "If you're tired, take a rest."

As far as Isabel could remember, Aiwass had never truly rested. Even when he seemed to have nothing else to do, he was always diligently studying or attending to government affairs. From the moment Isabel met Aiwass, he had never taken a single day off.

Even now, Aiwass had fallen into a true slumber, but he was still protecting the Eternal Theocracy in another way. At the same time, he had also adopted a different attitude and entered into an even busier and more dangerous task...

Isabel had already asked anyway—Aleister had plenty of time. Several days was enough for her to make the trip back and forth.

Now I can empty my mind and have a good rest... It can be said to be an extremely rare opportunity.

For this reason, Isabel pushed all the matters of the past two days to Mycroft Hermes, just to be able to spend more time with Aleister.

She patted Aleister's back gently and murmured the lullaby she had sung in her dream when they first met.

At that time, Aiwass was still trying to resist the sleepiness brought by her lullaby...but now, Aleister no longer had to resist.

She had already fallen into a peaceful and deep sleep.

Right now.

In the distance, the starry sky is the city of knowledge, Leipzig.

Count Leipzig was forced to wake up before sunrise.

It's not that there was any work to be done...but there was someone who brought work that he had to deal with.

In the swimming pool of the Leipzig estate, Pomponazzi casually walked up with a young girl in his arm. Water droplets dripped onto the ground as he walked, and he simply shook his head casually, shaking the water droplets off his hair like a dog.

He took a sip of iced lemon brandy from the butler who always served him with a tray.

The First Red Prime Minister chuckled and said leisurely, "Haven't you found Bayard yet?

"—and in your territory, you can't find a single person for hours. You disappoint me, Finn."

Pomponazzi rarely called out the name of Count Leipzig and slowly poured the remaining wine in his glass onto Count Leipzig's hair.

Leipzig was very particular about his hairstyle, and would normally glare at anyone who casually touched it. But at this moment, he dared not move, allowing the sticky, sugar-sweetened wine to flow down his hair and neck, onto his expensive dress.

He didn't bother to wipe the wine off, and was even a little dazed for a moment.

Finn... He hadn't heard this name for a long time.

After Ferdinand Heinrich was loved by the Queen, people respectfully addressed him as Prince Heinrich. After he was ordered to build the city of knowledge, Leipzig, as his fiefdom, people even more respectfully addressed him as Count Leipzig. Today, his friends usually just call him "Leipzig" or "Heinrich."

Today, I'm afraid not many people still remember his name.

...What did it mean when my father suddenly called out my name? Was it a sign of disapproval? Or a gesture of affection? Or was it a form of control... or a warning? Was he saying I was still a child in front of him, or was he expressing some dissatisfaction with my control of Leipzig?

Count Leipzig thought quickly, but still couldn't discern Pomponazzi's intentions. He could only say respectfully, "At least we already know that Ms. Bayard has been staying with Prince Szijjártó for some time..."

"She likes that type? Then give it to her."

Pomponazzi said casually, "I'll go back and remove little Szijjártó from Valentine's family. If she wants, she can take him away directly."

"Yes, we've already heard that she went to the Ziggurat with a monster..."

"……monster?"

Peng Bonazi raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "Is it the Shadow Demon?"

Count Leipzig shook his head. "No, it's a monster of flesh and blood. It looks... a bit like a young dragon."

"Maybe it's her pet."

Pomponazzi didn't take it seriously and commented with a smile, "It could be her lover, or even her child. Who knows?"

After hearing this information, he looked at Count Leipzig again and nodded slightly with satisfaction: "Not bad, I haven't been too disappointed."

“This is all your fault…”

The Count of Leipzig was interrupted before he could finish his flattering words.

"—but it's not enough."

Pomponazzi casually handed the empty wine glass to Count Leipzig and gently patted the back of his hand: "Don't make me wait too long... When can you find Bayard? Give me a precise number."

"If all goes well..."

"I don't want to hear those perfunctory 'ifs'."

Peng Bonazi's eyes were deep. "I want to see her before dark tonight. Don't we have clues? Let's go find her."

Count Leipzig replied: "Yes..."

"Oh, by the way. Remember to be polite and don't cause me any trouble."

"……yes."

Count Leipzig was silent for a while, then nodded his head and responded.

The blond, red-eyed young man emphasized this, his eyes filled with boredom. He was fed up with the various enemies his "children" always brought upon him—even though Pomponazzi's personality was extremely volatile, extravagant, and decadent, he didn't have many enemies of his own.

After all, Pomponazzi is a believer in the banquet host and believes that "everyone who comes and goes is a guest."

His attitude towards guests was much better than towards his own children. Rather than resorting to threats or coercion, he would often take them out for fun, making friends through endless joy. However, once we got to know him better, his attitude gradually deteriorated, revealing his irritability and volatility.

On the contrary, his children—the Moon Children he had converted—acted much more brashly and loudly than he did. They were never afraid of causing trouble; the worst that could happen was they would come back and give Peng Bo Na Qi a beating. After Peng Bo Na Qi had vented his anger, he would always clean up after them.

The most famous of them is the "succubus" Emma.

But in the past twenty years or so... Count Leipzig had clearly sensed that Pomponazzi had become increasingly irritable and violent. He used to just laugh it off, or even laugh out loud, when the children did something foolish, but now he was getting angry more and more often...

His desires weren't as strong before, as if he needed to vent them at every moment. Back then, he preferred to hold banquets and drink blood or wine with his friends. He listened to music, watched performances, and chatted day after day about gossip and scandal, criticizing the foolishness and failures of the king and other factions. His desires for flesh and blood accounted for less than one-tenth of his time.

The fact that he has left so few biological descendants over the years is evidence of this.

——It seemed to be an anxious feeling.

It could also be the aging of the mind.

Count Leipzig, while chatting with his friends in the Ziggurat, had also learned that longevity on the Path of Love did not mean immortality. It was a kind of "extremely powerful vitality," but the spirit was not of the immortal kind.

This is proof that the lives of the Moon Children are closer to those of humans than those of the truly long-lived elves, who therefore live at a very slow pace.

This also means that the Moon Children possess another kind of "lifespan." This is their spiritual lifespan—even the Moon Children are material beings with multiple paths. As long as they are material beings, they will lose control due to the overflow of their paths. Therefore, the Moon Children will become increasingly extreme as their lifespan increases. However, the Moon Children themselves lack a so-called "original heart," so there is no such thing as "losing their original heart."

——It is obvious that Pomponazzi’s sanity has reached its limit.

If he cannot embark on the path of perfection and advance to the sixth energy level... when his path of love is completely distorted and begins to cover the path of transcendence, he will probably never be able to advance again.

But perhaps there is another way...

An extremely transcendent idea suddenly popped up in Count Leipzig's mind.

Even at the moment when that thought came into being, he felt that his path to transcendence, which had not moved for many years, began to activate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Father...I suddenly had an idea..."

He hesitated and stammered - because the idea was too presumptuous.

And Pomponazzi glanced at him.

Originally, he should have been furious and started scolding or even beating the other person for such nagging, cowardly and unspoken behavior.

But seeing the purple halo clearly visible in Count Leipzig's eyes, Pomponazzi took the towel from the girl beside him with great interest. He simply put it on his shoulder, then crossed his arms and waited patiently for Count Leipzig to finish his words.

Because the girl next to Pomponazzi was also an insider - her father was also a participant in the Ring of Tail and even almost became a sacrifice, so the Count of Leipzig did not hide it:

"...Father, the [Tail Ring] ritual obtained from the tablet of the Tail Tantra actually doesn't restrict its use to those who have reached the Transcendental Path."

"Yeah, I know."

"The Rosicrucian summoned fifth-level transcendents from around the world and gathered them together... intending to use the Tail Ring ritual to steal the power of the Fallen Angels. To achieve this goal, they need more transcendents to draw down enough power during the ritual..."

Count Leipzig hesitated and said slowly, "Then can we, the Sons of the Moon... also use the [Tail Ring]?"

(End of this chapter)