Chapter 1064: Crying and Laughing
Now, the culprit who used the Box of Nothingness to disturb the dream world and manipulate the coup was assassinated by them directly.
Not to mention how much of a shock this would cause...
And the Empty Box is still here.
"Of course, I'll go look for Mr. Box in the basement."
Aiwass smiled and said, "If we're lucky, we might not have to fight."
"You want to send it into the dream world?"
Sherlock guessed what Aiwass was thinking in an instant.
Now they have the means to enter the dream world - and the Swan King actually already has the qualifications to become a god, but now the ritual has not been completed and is stuck at this stage and sealed.
The so-called butterfly emerges from the cocoon.
The Swan King was artificially pulled out by the Count of Orleans during the process of "breaking out of his cocoon." He was then kept alive, preventing him from completely dying. It's like having all of a person's internal organs replaced with machines while they're still brain dead, and then keeping them in a coma, without them actually dying.
Killing the Swan King would send him into the Dream World. The problem was that he had lost his conscious will and was acting entirely subconsciously...so he might resist out of his survival instinct.
A god rebelling in his sleep—Sylock couldn't imagine how great a disaster that would be.
But if we send it directly into the dream world, wouldn't that be circumventing this point?
However, Aiwass did not respond to Sherlock's words. He just smiled, patted Sherlock's hand holding the wand, and signaled him to go and get busy first.
Sherlock sighed: "Perhaps the Hermes family is destined to work hard..."
He wasn't particularly interested in fighting... but since the minister had given the order, he might as well end it as quickly as possible.
In a few days, Minister Aiwass will become Prince Aiwass.
Moreover, the Moon Children he had met before also destroyed the last bit of hesitation in his heart - he would never hesitate to kill these monsters.
After Sherlock left, Aiwass did not move.
"Then...what about me?"
Yasen was still a little unresponsive: "Do I... have something to do too?"
As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at the fragments of Count Orleans on the ground.
His eyes were extremely complex: anger, shock, sarcasm, sadness...
It was like knocking over a paint cabinet, mixing all the colors together and ultimately turning them into a muddy and dirty black.
That was a fifth-level transcendent, the pinnacle of this world! He was his nightmare enemy, his destined nemesis...
The entire Iris community held the Count of Orleans in both respect and fear. While he maintained a gentle demeanor to the outside world, Yassen knew how evil and tyrannical he truly was in private… Rumors of this continued to circulate in the underworld, but until Yassen was caught, he believed them to be mere rumors.
Now that Yassen has become the Duke's son-in-law, he dares not seek revenge.
Perhaps he was frightened at the time, or perhaps he did not want to drag the Vendôme family into this troublesome quagmire.
He didn't care what happened to him, but the other blood slaves who had followed him to escape prison were all caught and brutally executed. This became Yassen's biggest regret, and it was also the key event that made him mature... from a handsome and mysterious teenager to a calm and somewhat decadent middle-aged man.
He could only try to forget the painful memory...
Since then, he has basically given up his work as a phantom thief.
But now, the opportunity is rare.
He finally had the chance to face the nightmare of his past.
Knowing that Aiwass was going to cause trouble for the Count of Orleans, his father had lent him the Vendôme family sword. The Vendôme family was not in a position to wage war against the entire Moonchild clan, but they were willing to lend Aiwass their personal aid. It was precisely because of this warm family love that Yassen was unwilling to cause trouble for his family, and chose to endure it silently.
When he left the house today, he had already made up his mind to die with him - he kissed his sleeping wife and hugged his child for the last time.
Even if we cannot defeat the Count of Orleans, we must at least try our best.
If I miss this opportunity, I'm afraid I will never have such an opportunity again.
...He never expected that the result would be different from what he had determined.
The Count of Orleans was killed so easily: he was instantly frozen into an ice cube and then easily cut in half.
——It’s as easy as kicking a stray dog to death on the side of the road.
Now Yasen even felt that this world was a little unreal, as if he was dreaming...
His great wish had come true, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.
"Shouldn't you be laughing?"
Aiwass glanced at him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Arrogant laughter, ecstatic laughter, joyful laughter, hysterical laughter...crying and laughing at the same time.
“Don’t stop laughing until the things you want to forget become as light as cotton and you can straighten your back again.”
After saying that, Aiwass waved his hand and turned to leave.
He also said, "If you must do something... go and see those blood slaves.
"See if they still have a chance to be saved, if they still have a chance to survive.
“—Maybe you didn’t have the chance before, but at least this time, you can really let them escape.
"Then tell me again. Those things you once said."
After saying that, Aiwass left without looking back.
Yasen stared at Aiwas's back in a daze.
For a moment, he felt his eyes moisten.
Although he no longer could cry, and although he no longer could sleep... at this moment, an impossible fantasy still emerged in his mind.
...If only Aiwass had appeared earlier.
That way, not only myself but others can be saved...
But at least, there won't be anyone like me anymore...
Thinking of this, Yasen followed the direction he remembered and walked towards the prison where the untamed blood slaves were imprisoned.
Sherlock didn't touch upon the Count of Orleans's hallucination, and Aiwass didn't tell him what Yassen had experienced... Although with Sherlock's wisdom, he should have guessed most of it. But for Yassen's privacy, Aiwass still chose to keep it secret.
In short…
The Count of Orleans is bisexual. Like the other Moon Children of Iris, he possesses a strong sadistic streak. Compared to the Moon Children of Narcissus and Star Antimony, the Moon Children of Iris dislike the idea of blood slaves experiencing pleasure.
Because of the price paid for blood magic, they can barely feel pleasure, and therefore they envy those who can.
In the flashing hallucinations, he saw the Count of Orleans's past memories, and Aiwass frowned in disgust, wanting to erase those dirty memories from his mind. Even as good-tempered as Aiwass was, a trace of anger rose in his heart - but perhaps it was not just "a trace".
——Sure enough, it would be better to destroy the Son of the Moon and the Blood Sky Master.
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