Chapter 1014 The Incarnation of Rumors
"Here we are, gentlemen—"
The light had just faded away when Yuelu's sharp and crazy voice was heard.
As energetic, passionate and spirited as a announcer.
It seems to love its "job" very much and does not feel tired at all.
Yasen, who was still immersed in pain, was slightly stunned when he looked up. He hadn't even realized that they had just set off - let alone arrived.
"Is this...the Hall of Mirrors?"
Yasen looked closely - what appeared before him and Aiwass was a dazzling and magnificent palace.
This was the Hall of Mirrors. However, Yassen intuitively felt that its more correct name should be "Jade Palace."
It is made entirely of jade and occupies an area at least twenty times that of the Silver and Tin Palaces - it is a veritable palace complex, or it can be called a giant fortress.
Whether dark green, light green, red, yellow, icy blue, or creamy white—the colors of the exterior walls here are not uniform, but rather distributed randomly and naturally. However, this does not make them look abrupt or ugly... because each exterior wall is painted with a unique yet extremely natural painting.
Some are oil paintings, some are ink paintings, and some are reliefs.
These scroll scenes blend perfectly with the jade background on the wall.
It does not belong to any one art style, yet it integrates all art styles.
“All the ‘beauty’ recognized in the material world will be gathered here.”
Aiwass answered, "This is the Hall of Mirrors."
"...So, where's the mirror?"
"Of course the mirror is inside."
Aiwass smiled and patted the moon deer beneath him: "We will come out again later. Can you wait for a moment?"
"That's not necessary, respected Candle Master. If you need me, just have the Night Demon above you call my name. After all, she is also a Phantom Demon of the Path of Love."
Moon Deer laughed a sharp laugh that suggested "evil": "My name is Arnold Eddie McDonald Lyman Gavin Blue Morgan Mel Holmes..."
It recited a name in forty-four verses, a name long enough to make a song and make one dizzy.
However, with Aiwas's enhanced memory, he was able to remember it easily.
"Your real name is too long, so I'll just call you Arnold."
Aiwass touched Yuelu's head and spoke softly.
"As you please, respected Candle Master! I look forward to your call!"
After saying that, Yuelu let out a sharp, crazy, hysterical, and passionate laugh. If it was like a circus clown just now, now it has become the clown of Gotham City: "I look forward to your story too! Looking forward to it!!!"
It laughed loudly, jumped high again, and then turned into a ray of light and disappeared in an instant.
"Moon deer...what a magical creature."
Yasen sighed, "It picks people up back and forth, just to 'hear stories'?"
"Because the Moon Deer is actually the dream world embodiment of the concept of 'gossip.' That's why its voice is so sharp, excited, and unpleasant.
"It's like some people in the material world, after hearing someone else's dark history, unspoken secrets, or painful memories, even if they swear with all their heart, 'Don't worry, I won't tell anyone,' they'll likely embellish the story and spread it to others. At most, they'll add, 'Don't tell anyone,' and that'll put their mind at ease."
Aiwass replied, "The distance between two hearts might be only a few rooms or streets in the material world. But in the dream world, it might be from the Land of Shadows to the Hall of Mirrors. The speed of the Moon Deer is like 'a thought', transmitting information from one end to the other."
"And if you want to 'spread rumors,' you first need information that can be spread. So it can't be painful enough, dirty enough, or fun enough—"
The more people enjoy hearing and eating gossip, the more people the Moon Deer can carry and the greater the distance it can teleport. Just like the more amusing but unkind a story is, the faster and wider it spreads. And for the same kind of funny news, the kind that stirs emotions will undoubtedly spread more easily than pure jokes and memes.
The most favorable episode for Journalism and Communication.
"……gossip?"
Hearing this, Yasen's expression suddenly changed: "Then what I said to it, won't spread out?"
"Arnold doesn't even know who you are or what your name is, how can you spread the word?"
Aiwass smiled. "It's just a manifestation of a concept. Death itself cannot die, and sleep itself cannot sleep. Therefore, the concept of 'spreading rumors' itself cannot spread rumors.
"There are quite a few phantom demons like the Moon Deer, which are pure incarnations of concepts, in the Dream World. After all, the Dream World is a projection of concepts from the material world. If you're interested, I'll take you to see the Incarnation of Death or the Incarnation of Fertility next time."
“…No, that’s not necessary.”
Yasen smiled awkwardly and rejected Aiwass's proposal without hesitation: "I think Yuelu is pretty good."
"In that case..."
Aiwass smiled and patted Yasen on the shoulder. "Then I'll probably have to trouble you to prepare the return fare - I guess it will be for three people."
“…Huh? Me?”
"I can't do it myself."
Aiwass shrugged: "I dare to say it, but do you dare to listen?"
Of course he wouldn't dare to do that—
Yasen curled his lips and offered a constructive suggestion: "What about Sherlock? Since we're here to rescue him, let him at least pay for the fare. You should also be expecting Sherlock to have some shady past."
“…That’s fine.”
Aiwass's heart moved and he nodded in agreement.
He and Arsene are both good friends of Sherlock, true brothers.
When their brother is in danger, they are both the most anxious; and when their brother is safe, they can also become the most dangerous.
But then, Aiwass hesitated again. "But I feel that given that guy's personality... he might not have any unforgettable past. Even if it's fun, if it doesn't stir strong emotions, Yuelu won't be satisfied."
"He has."
Yasin said confidently, "I even vaguely know. But rather than hearing the rumors I've heard, I'd rather hear him say it himself... It would also help him let go of those things more easily. After talking about those things, although I feel more regretful and sad... but also inexplicably a sense of relief."
Iris and aster are fundamentally different.
They lacked the inheritance of the Path of Balance, and therefore, the knowledge of alchemy. Although Arsène possessed the rank of the Path of Balance, possessed the qualifications to become an alchemist, and was now a renowned Phantom Thief in Iris, he remained unaware of the consequences of his actions.
This is what is meant by "different professions are like different mountains".
Now, he finally fully understood the scale of the losses he had caused and the extent of the mess he had made. When his conscience had been bothering him, he had donated all the stolen money to find relief and balance his moral composure... but in reality, the money he had donated could never compensate for the sins he had committed.
Yasen himself actually vaguely knew this.
He knew that the amount of money he received would definitely be less - and because the amount he received was less than normal, the amount of "sins" he "atoned" after donating it would also be less.
Now, decades later, it's this worry that keeps him from forgetting the incident. It's also this remembrance of his past sins that keeps him steadfast in his role as a thief, reminding himself not to commit the sin of greed and always giving away the money he stole to the poor.
All of this is because of that "vague premonition" and "unspeakable past".
Now he told everyone everything he had concealed, and even learned his true sins through Aiwass's analysis...but Yasen relaxed instead.
There is an inexplicable sense of relief.
This is indeed like the previous step of "spreading rumors" - sharing the secrets accumulated in one's heart with others in exchange for one's own mental recovery.
"It seems that you have gradually come to understand Yuelu."
Aiwass smiled meaningfully.
Some stories feel completely different when told by the person involved and when told by a third party. Even if the story is about the same event, or even the content is the same, the feeling it gives can be completely different. And what Yuelu savors is that sense of reality.
"...But if that's the case..."
After a moment's thought, Yasen, instinctively searching for loopholes, lowered his voice and asked, "What if what I told Yuelu was a rumor... or a half-truth, a self-embellished story?"
"That's fine, but the distance you can travel will definitely decrease. After all, once you embellish it, you won't feel so much regret and pain. And if you go even further with your fiction, you'll actually be approaching the realm of the Gray Sky Division or the Drama Sky Division..."
The two of them chatted as they gradually approached the Hall of Mirrors.
(End of this chapter)
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