Chapter 1034 Argance de Vendôme
Aiwass looked at the old duke silently.
——Regardless of whether the "Anne Alexandre" who gave birth to him or the "Anne de Vendôme" who is still alive is the real person and which is the copy... one thing is self-evident.
That is... the old Duke of the Vendôme family is Aiwass's real grandfather.
It was not until this moment that Aiwass realized so truly...
It turns out that I still have a real, direct relative who is connected to me by blood living in this world.
The family love that I once sought from the old queen has now been obtained without any need to look for it.
And the old Duke also stared at Aiwass.
His pupils, which should have been emerald green, were now covered with a layer of cloud, showing a grayish color. Even so, he did not need glasses to see Aiwass's face clearly.
“…They really look alike.”
The old duke stared at Aiwass without blinking, muttering to himself.
Aiwass sat quietly on the sofa opposite, and Anne sat beside him, facing Sherlock. Arsene, who followed behind, hesitated for a moment, then took off his coat and sat down on the largest sofa on the other side.
"With...you?"
Aiwass asked softly, "And you looked like when you were young."
Looking at this old man who, despite being so old, still vaguely resembled himself, Aiwass became much more obedient.
"Hehe...I guess so."
The old duke was evasive.
His voice was low, and the laughter rolled in the back of his throat, like the roar of a tiger or a lion.
He stared at Aiwass and suddenly uttered a name: "Argon."
"What?"
"My name... is Argance de Vendôme."
Old Argon drummed his fingers on the armrest of the sofa, his tone soft and calm.
The old man's voice was so gentle to his grandson who had suddenly appeared, as if any louder voice would scare him away.
"I'll remember that."
Aiwass nodded seriously.
Silence fell upon the table again, but Sherlock, who was sipping his tea, raised the corner of his mouth ever so slightly. He pretended not to notice anything, sipping his tea intently and saying nothing.
He didn't speak first, but told Aiwass directly what he had encountered.
According to Aiwass's understanding of Sherlock, this means that Sherlock has found the clue but has not yet completed it - he always likes to keep it mysterious like this.
When he had no idea about a case, he always liked to discuss it with others to get inspiration. But once he got the inspiration and grasped the direction, he would suddenly shut up and remain silent. During this stage, he especially liked to act alone to verify his guess.
Because that is Shylock's pride and reserve.
He didn't want to make a wrong guess, as that would mean failure and mislead others. This was an unacceptable failure for Sherlock - he could not see the truth clearly because of his own reasons, but he could not forgive himself for telling a wrong truth.
Once he's sure of everything, he'll spill the beans. You can't help but listen; at this stage, Sherlock has an incredibly strong desire to talk... If he knows you're busy, he'll continue the conversation the next time you see him.
——It’s like a special effects guy or a card player who catches his girlfriend talking excitedly.
Seeing that Sherlock was immersed in the second stage, Aiwass knew that there was nothing much to say to Sherlock in the Riddler stage, so he turned his head and looked at the old Duke.
He hesitated for a moment, then asked directly, "Your Excellency the Duke...are you not feeling well?"
Seeing that old Argon was so afraid of the cold to such an abnormal degree, he was really worried.
It's May now.
Even with the fireplace on and thick fur pajamas on, he was still shivering from the cold... If it weren't for Aiwass's strong fire resistance, he would have felt dizzy from the heat after sitting for a while. Even though Yasen had long been accustomed to heavy clothing due to the influence of the tantra, he still had to take off his coat to sit down.
"I'm currently one of the top three healers in this material world. If you have any health problems, it might be more helpful to consult me rather than taking medicine or asking other bishops to treat you."
When Aiwass said he was ranked in the top three, he was even being modest.
Even the current Pope may not be as good as Aiwas in the form of the Sin Beast in terms of healing.
Old Argon didn't refuse, but just looked at Aiwass with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work."
A golden light flashed in Aiwas's eyes, and then a crimson glow symbolizing the path of synchronized dedication lit up.
Without words or movement, the "Regeneration Blessing," which slowly restored the body, was already affixed to him. Immediately following, a free "Glory" was showered upon Old Argon.
The old duke's body revived in the blink of an eye. His purple skin instantly returned to normal, full of life. Even his gray pupils regained their emerald green. His entire body seemed to have been inflated, instantly returning from a shriveled appearance to a plump, instantly appearing twenty years younger.
Even Argon himself was surprised: "Is this... the healing power of the former Pope? It's actually..."
Upon hearing this, Aiwass was secretly concerned.
He obviously didn't expect Aiwass's healing ability to be so strong.
The reason why I asked Aiwas to treat him before was probably just to avoid spoiling his fun.
But from another perspective...
Neither illumination nor radiance can prolong life. Restoring the aging body to its youthful state is the domain of fire worship… a "company benefit" provided by Candlestick to these priests who burn their lives to illuminate others.
All that illumination can do is "repair the damage".
—In other words, the situation in Argonne is not natural...it's man-made.
Only curses or damage caused by others can be restored when receiving illumination magic.
To use the words in the game... Only the empty health bar can be healed back. If the maximum health value is reduced, no amount of healing will be of any use.
"...Why do you think treatment is useless?"
Aiwass asked seriously, "You received the Bishop's illumination technique, but it didn't work?"
"right……"
Argon felt the heat immediately.
He ordered someone to turn off the stove and took off his pajamas. Anne obviously felt the cold, she shrank her neck but said nothing.
Argon realized this.
He didn't answer Aiwass's question immediately. Instead, he looked at Aiwass and asked on behalf of his daughter, "Can you use the same healing technique on Annie as before?"
"certainly."
Aiwass didn't think twice.
As a pastor, let alone someone who was his mother's equivalent... even if a passerby asked him for something, he would definitely accept it. It didn't matter what the reward was—this was the consciousness of a devotee.
As a dedicated person, if you have the ability to help others at your fingertips, but you cannot help others, it would be as painful as a person who is extremely gluttonous but has to fast, or a person who is extremely thirsty but is forced to abstain from sex.
After Anne received treatment, she accidentally touched her heart.
“…It’s definitely not cold anymore.”
"What on earth is going on?"
Aiwass asked seriously, "Is it some kind of curse?"
"Perhaps... but I can't be sure, is it a curse or a blessing? I've also searched for many ways to break the curse... Whether it's the bishop's treatment or the witch's spell, nothing works. The ancestors were the same... I didn't expect..."
Argon breathed a sigh of relief, and the tense feeling in his whole body also relaxed.
His expression was extremely complicated. Even though he was saved, he didn't show any obvious excitement, but instead a sense of annoyance and regret.
Anne spoke softly, "Among the past Vendôme... an ancestor broke a taboo. Since then, every generation of Vendôme has suffered from a strange disease."
"At any random point in my life, I would suddenly become ill. From then on, my body would feel cold every night. The closer it got to midnight, the more severe the cold would be, and when the sun rose, it would return to normal.
"The longer you have the disease, the more severe the chills become. My brother Berardo became ill when he was six or seven years old and died at twenty. The doctor said he froze to death, as if he had been lying in a winter blizzard all night."
(End of this chapter)
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