Chapter 1072: The Son of Mithra Who Reverses Time
When Aiwass was talking about Isabel just now, Sherlock didn't dare to interrupt at all; when it came to the method of controlling the Tiansi fragments, he was even more afraid to speak -
How could he be qualified to distribute spoils of this magnitude? To personally decide the birth of a new god?
And now, Sherlock finally dared to say a few words. This made Sherlock feel a little lonely... The few friends he recognized had now reached a level that he could hardly touch.
The main reason was that not long ago in the dream world, he learned that Hermes' ancestor and Hypatia were once close friends in a team.
This made Sherlock's attitude towards Ms. Haibasha somewhat subtle.
——What kind of relationship do they have?
Stepmother? Great-grandmother? Or aunt?
This made Sherlock even more curious about the truth about the "Hermes Family".
"Should I go there..."
Aleister glanced at the sky—as the Earl's Mansion had been "imagined" into nothingness, the environment they were in now had become open air.
She calculated and replied, "No problem, I can probably deliver it by noon. But is there enough time? What do you want to do? A ring?"
"Well, I was thinking of the ring as well."
Aiwass nodded. "Or a necklace would be fine—but I'm not familiar with that either, so you should discuss it with Haibasha. Ideally, something portable. With her crafting skills... it's just a matter of changing the form or carrier of the Tiansi fragment, and it doesn't require any special features. It should be ready in a day."
"Consider this as an advance payment for resurrecting her daughter—I can't really expect her daughter to be a pet by my side, right? I don't intend to adopt a daughter.
"Of course, if she doesn't make it in time, I'll give her the gift I prepared in advance. You don't have to feel too stressed."
"...If you don't understand, how can I understand?"
Aleister said helplessly: "Look, you don't expect me to understand things that only girls understand, right? I don't know what Isabel would like.
"At least you know Isabel's size. I can't spend all day and all night with an unmarried woman before marriage, even if she's my ring designer. And as long as I choose it myself, she should be happy. And your taste aligns with mine. Only you can do this. No one else can... not even other great beasts."
Aiwass said soothingly, "Okay, please, other me."
"...Since you've called me that, what else can I do?"
Aleister sighed and stretched. Her flexible waist made it almost bent at the waist. She bent her waist and stood up straight, shaking her head, and her messy black hair, smooth as silk, automatically straightened.
"Master, I, Old Sun, will be back soon—"
Aleister pinched his throat and let out a strange cry, then his whole body turned into a streak of blood and rushed into the sky.
After Aleister left, Sherlock finally spoke slowly, "I feel like two Aiwasses are talking to themselves."
"In fact, it's pretty much the same."
Aiwass smiled and said, "What do you think?"
"Not bad," Sherlock nodded in praise. "At least when talking to Miss Aleister, there are not so many taboos. Lately, when I chat with other ladies, I am always worried about whether I will offend them... just like I often said the wrong thing and offended Miss Haena before."
He used to speak without restraint, regarding the truth as everything. This led him to completely disregard other people's opinions, and he didn't care how his words might hurt or anger them. This often led to disputes, even though he was speaking the truth.
Now, Sherlock has gradually understood... The truth is important, but it is equally important to make others understand and accept the truth.
"It seems you are almost becoming a Mithraic Messenger."
Aiwass looked at Sherlock with some anticipation.
Sherlock's unique career system is different from other careers in the Path of Wisdom - other careers in the Path of Wisdom are basically dedicated to the pursuit of "truth". Pursuing knowledge and truth amidst the torment of the soul over the body, ultimately completely transcending the constraints of the flesh on the soul.
The Mithraic system is different.
The power condensed by "the memory of one", "the promise of three" and "the words of five" now seems to have even vaguely touched the essence of the Tao - to integrate the power of the source river back again.
"For those who have never officially received the name of Mithra, the journey to the realm of Mithra-worshipper is merely a test of your wisdom. That's why it was so easy for you to reach the fourth level."
Aiwass said, "But if you want to move forward, you must acquire a heart of devotion. Only then can you reach the fifth level and become a Mithraic Messenger, becoming a mature and steady thirty-year-old man, possessing the power of the sun."
"...I remember you said something similar."
Sherlock paused, recalling what Aiwass had said only once: "Then comes... the path of authority?"
"Indeed, the sixth level is the father of Mithras, a middle-aged man in his forties. As the imaginary sun god, you naturally possess the power of kingship—it tests one's heart for strength, just as the midday sun is at its most intense and the midsummer sun is its harshest. You must possess the arrogance and generosity of being the father of the sun, believing yourself to be the greatest being in the world."
"That……"
Sherlock paused, then suddenly asked, "What about the seventh energy level?"
Upon hearing this, Aiwass looked at Sherlock with interest: "Have you realized it?"
"Since the sixth energy level isn't the limit, that means the seventh and even eighth energy levels also exist—you've said something similar before, right?"
Sherlock said softly.
"But you didn't finally understand until now."
Aiwass nodded and said directly, "The seventh energy level tests your heart at dusk. You must understand that even the most blazing sun will eventually set. At this energy level, you will become a fading old man—from the arrogant title of 'Father of Mithra' to 'Shadow of Mithra.'"
"Dusk... is that the limit, right?"
Sherlock looked at Aiwass: "Or..."
"Of course, there's more to come. At the eighth level, one must simultaneously master the power of beauty and transcendence through the principle of balance—transcending the limitations of time to rejuvenate oneself and return to youth. Just as the setting sun will eventually rise again... If one can pass this trial, one will become a 'Son of Mithra' and fully master Mithra's power."
Aiwass paused for a moment, then said, "But if you fail to transcend time, you will die of old age."
When he said this just now, he felt vaguely touched in his heart.
It was like I felt something crucial, but that inspiration was fleeting.
"It turned out to be the father first and the son later... I see, is this the power of reincarnation?"
Sherlock paused and looked at Aiwass.
He had previously suspected whether Aiwass had mastered the power of reincarnation and returned from the future to the present.
But since Aiwass hadn't said anything, he didn't want to speculate about his friend's secrets. He now saw that as a form of prying—but it was also a form of self-confidence. He was confident that if he simply thought about it, he would find the truth. Therefore, perhaps his own thinking was itself unkind, a willful act of intrusion and destruction of another's privacy.
But... the eighth energy level...
Sherlock originally thought that his fourth energy level had reached its limit.
So it’s still far away...
After a slight period of loneliness, he actually became a little more competitive - if that's the case, then I can't be too much of a drag.
Perhaps it was just as Aiwass had said... because he now understood how to care for others and be considerate of them, the path to advancement that had always blocked him was now completely smooth. Sherlock now felt he had reached his limit and only needed to wait for the next advancement ceremony before he could attempt to advance to the fifth level.
"Are we going back to Avalon now?"
Sherlock asked Aiwass, "Or... should we go back to the Vendôme family and rest for a while?"
"You'd better go back with us."
Yasen said quickly, "We can send a boat over here. It won't delay the wedding."
He didn't dare to think about how his father would glare at him if he went out with the distinguished guest Aiwass and ended up strolling back alone...
"Don't leave either," Aiwass grabbed Yasen without hesitation, "You come with us."
In his heart, Aiwas wanted Anne to go back with him.
But he felt a bit awkward… If he asked, Aiwass would be surprised to find himself with a "theoretical mother" out of nowhere. But if he didn't ask, the Duke of Vendôme might ask Anne to stay and not cause trouble for Aiwass. It would be better to just capture Arsène as well, so that almost the entire Vendôme family would have to come.
"It's just right. I can also ask the Vendôme family to issue a notice on my behalf—"
Aiwass thought for a moment and said, "Just say it—I was the one who destroyed these Moon Children families. Just say my name... If you don't dare, you can also say Aleister's name."
It's almost the same anyway.
Now, in the public opinion of the extraordinary world, Aleister is almost becoming Aiwass's mistress...
"Tell everyone about the Empty Box and the Mad King's Skull. Now that the Mad King's Skull no longer exists and no longer has the power to interfere with the stars, a simple divination will reveal the truth. There's no need to hide it.
"The key is to make people aware...that the reason the Fleur-de-Lys has seen so many rebellions is because of the Count of Orleans. As long as people believe they aren't the primary culprit, they'll frantically shift the blame. This will make it nearly impossible for the Fleur-de-Lys to revolt again. Anyone who dares to speak out at this point would be tantamount to claiming to be in cahoots with the Count of Orleans—and no one would be willing to take the brunt of the blame at this time."
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wu Tiansi and her fog monsters will take action and prepare to convert the Sons of the Moon into fog monsters in batches.
At this point, these Moon Sons who firmly believed in the Blood Sky Division had no other options. They had lost the advantage of extraordinary strength, the advantage of social accumulation, and even the advantage of time, race, and money...
They only have one way to turn the situation around.
——That is to let the Blood Sky Master come in person through the Tail Ring Ceremony.
But Xue Tiansi will not tolerate them.
Although the Moon Children couldn't enter the Dream World after death, as phantom demons in the material world, they could actually enter the Dream World in their physical bodies. But after so much time, had the Blood Sky Master ever guided even one of the Moon Children to ascend?
These children of the moon had no choice from the very beginning.
Because Aiwass only left them this last way.
That is destruction.
Updated! My sleep schedule is getting increasingly chaotic, and I haven't slept yet...
Going back to Avalon to get married tomorrow!
(End of this chapter)
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