Chapter 1056 Magic Bullet Aiwass
When the carriage crossed the entire Les Eygents and arrived at the Count's Palace of Orleans, it was already dawn.
It was not yet five in the morning, but there were already a few sparse figures on the road.
"...That young lady hasn't come back yet."
Yasen was a little worried: "Is there anything wrong?"
Aiwass couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "Don't worry, she won't be in any trouble even if something happens to us..."
Even in her traveling form, Aleister was a peak-level Moon Child of the fifth power level, clad in a nun's divine suit. Her strength was superior to that of the Red Phase. As a Blood Angel, she also lacked the common weaknesses of Moon Children—when Aiwass tried to trick them into opening the door, he was actually opening it for himself, not Aleister.
And if Aleister fully activates his descending posture, grows blood wings and reaches the sixth energy level... then he will be able to completely crush the child of the moon. Not to mention, Aleister himself has a very high level of special attack against the child of the moon.
If the "perfect man" is based on Hengwo's original plan, and the transcendent posture based on Hengwo and the son of the Lord of the Banquet, Blood Angel, as a template... then the "Blood Angel" is a combination of Hengwo, Feast Angel, and Mist Angel through the power of the Fallen Angel.
That is to say, on the basis of the perfect man, the purifying power of Wu Tiansi was added, thus achieving a new balance.
"In that case..."
Aiwass fell into deep thought.
Aleister was so furious that he hadn't returned yet. Aiwass couldn't just switch to the Sin Beast - pushing it out would push Aleister out and make him disappear.
That's not good.
Now that we've started, we have to kill them all. It would be bad if they were left half-dead and crying.
"Wait at the door?"
Sherlock asked, looking up.
"No need," Aiwass shook his head, his eyes deep, "I am at least level five - let's go in."
"I'm still here, what are you afraid of?"
Yasen gripped the warm dagger at his waist - it gave Yasen more confidence.
At this time, the servants outside the carriage had been waiting for a long time.
The guest hadn't opened the curtains, and they didn't dare to approach and disturb him. They could only wait respectfully outside the carriage, while some had already gone back inside to report.
Although I don’t know why the Duke’s men would visit the Earl’s Mansion in the early morning...but since they are already here, what else can I do?
After all, everyone recognizes Duke Bingxin's carriage... Now that the King of Iris is gone, the three Grand Dukes still exist, and even the people of the duchy live better than those outside. Even if they publicly declare themselves dukes, the parliament won't dare to say a word... This is the value of the Duke of Military Power.
At that moment, the carriage door opened. Sherlock and Arsène stepped out, followed by Aiwass, dressed in a white robe as the Son of the Moon.
"grown ups……"
Immediately, a blood servant came forward and performed a complex and classical etiquette to the three people - especially Yasen: "We have reported it, and someone will be here to greet you soon..."
He didn't dare ask Aiwass what they were doing here. Of course, he didn't have the right to ask.
He didn't know who Aiwass and Sherlock were, but at least he knew Arsène de Vendôme.
He was once the most famous thief in Iris, a common idol of the lower class in Iris, and was once used by Hawkeye to recruit new "stars".
At his peak, he had the Iris police in a state of panic for three consecutive months. At one point, even twelve fourth-level police officers plus one fifth-level police officer couldn't catch him, and he even managed to steal something. He was in the newspapers twice a week, and every time, it was the front page headline.
Whether it was the merchants of the Goblin Chamber of Commerce, the elven bishops of the Theocracy, the great nobles of Star Antimony, the white gloves of Avalon, or the private guards of the ancient kingdom of Parthia, they had all experienced Yasen's mysterious appearances and disappearances. Even these high-ranking figures were helpless against him.
Whether it was the ragged pickpockets in the back alleys or the rich girls in the Duke's mansion, they all liked him.
He is also known for his amorous nature... When looking for a lover, he never considers the other person's background or wealth, but only pursues beauty and romantic encounters.
——Such a guy who was famous for "resisting the big guys" was invited by the Duke to marry into his family, and suddenly became a big guy "with the word 'virtue' in his name".
If it were someone else, people would probably turn against him instantly and attack him strongly.
However, that wasn't the case with Yasin... because he truly didn't keep any money for himself. All the money he stole was distributed among the people. He had visited nearly every orphanage in Iris, secretly delivering bags of money. Occasionally, during festivals, he'd even give gifts—it was said that no matter how well the doors and windows were locked, he'd still deliver them directly to the desks of the good children.
Some parents also give gifts to their children in this name... In almost any street of Iris, there is at least one person who has received his kindness. For such a righteous person, people can only wish him happiness.
Now the Son of the Moon will not attack him, and Hawkeye is also on good terms with him; many parliamentarians have a good relationship with him, he is familiar to the three grand dukes, and his reputation among the people is the highest - although his strength is not very strong, regardless of whether he has an appointment or not, he can open most doors with just this face.
Even though it wasn't the Duke's carriage, the servants didn't dare to neglect Yasen.
They respectfully opened the door for Yasen. They were always escorted by four or more servants, and behind them were six servants standing in a row—to protect them from bullets.
Some important figures would be assassinated by Hawkeye's men with throwing knives when they got off their carriages. Therefore, the servants had to block the path from the carriage to the interior, making it look as crowded as a fan meeting... Without a doubt, this was a special etiquette that only existed at Iris.
They were escorted to the door, and finally a man dressed as an aristocrat hurried over.
He was a young man who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old.
His appearance has a kind of androgynous beauty, and his black shoulder-length hair makes him look more like a cool girl.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Gaston d'Orléans."
The young man smiled, his voice clear, his eyes clear of any fatigue: "Dear guests, why are you visiting at this time... We haven't prepared a meal for you yet! Please come in quickly--"
As he spoke, he bowed gracefully and stepped aside to lead the way.
It felt more like an opera rehearsal than a guest reception, with a strange yet harmonious sense of grandiosity.
If it weren't for the blood remaining on his lips, he would look like a young man who had just woken up and started singing.
Yasen's eyes suddenly lit up with joy, and he smiled the same smile as Gaston.
He had completely forgotten why he came, and he took off his hat and said in return: "Good morning, Master Gaston! May the blood and energy cover the moonlit night..."
Gaston's eyes deepened for a moment, and he smiled and nodded to Yasen.
He led the three into the Earl's Mansion and turned back on the way to ask, "Sir Yasen, may I ask who these two are..."
"I'm Sherlock Hermes, a detective... from Avalon."
Sherlock had also, at some point, put on a gentle smile, as had Aiwass. The smiles on the four faces were identical, as if they had been copied and pasted.
Aiwass's introduction startled Gaston: "I am Aiwass Moriarty. Former Eternal Pope."
Hearing this, Gaston paused.
——What are you?
He turned back to look at Aiwass in astonishment, and even the fake smile on his face couldn't be maintained for a moment: "Aiwass... Your Excellency..."
At this moment, he suddenly realized that Aiwass's eyes were also staring at him deeply.
--not good!
Gaston's heart suddenly tightened, and his pupils, which were originally dark red, instantly became bright red.
He suddenly turned into a group of bats and flew away without looking back.
"What happened to him?"
Yasen was a little confused.
Sherlock also frowned and looked at Aiwass.
But at this moment, Aiwass suddenly raised his left hand. Blood was drawn from his fingertips and condensed into a small blood ball.
Then, it turned into a magic bullet—
Just like the magic bullet in the opera "Der Freiburg", it flew zigzagly in the air, gracefully streaking across red light and piercing all the bats one by one.
It wrote lines of prayers in the air in beautiful Elven script:
I respectfully invite the Heavenly Master of Mist, the Heavenly Master without eyes and words, the Heavenly Master without sun and moon.
Please give me white mist to block the morning sun and condense the night dew.
(End of this chapter)
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