Chapter 1202: Pillar God's Stillborn
Fortunately, Aiwass had been on edge, so the moment he sensed the crisis, he suddenly threw a card.
"—Don Quixote!"
He shouted without hesitation.
A brilliant and brilliant pure white knight condensed in front of Aiwass.
But Aiwass didn't expect that Lily's action would be even faster than others -
She jumped out from the shadows in an instant and landed on the ground silently.
Lily looked down at the boy, who was about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a straw hat and holding a clay pot, with anger burning in her eyes.
The young man, like every other passerby, was kneeling and kowtowed. But at that very moment, he suddenly raised the ceramic pitcher beside him, intending to smash it. This was the source of the sense of danger Aiwass felt.
Obviously, as an adapter, Lily sensed the life-and-death crisis earlier.
Lily appeared silently and snatched the clay pot full of water!
The young man was startled and looked up at Lily in astonishment.
He was obviously just a mortal and didn't even know how strong Lily was.
However, it was precisely because he was a mortal without the power of Taoism that he was not discovered by people.
But the boy quickly realized that he had been discovered!
So he gritted his teeth and wanted to smash the clay pot with one punch!
"Tied his hands and feet."
"Disturbing his mind."
"Cut off his tongue."
"Destroy their ears and eyes."
But at this moment, the four snake priests immediately raised the human head lanterns at their waists and cursed at the same time.
Inside the lantern were a finger and a toe, a heart and a liver, a tongue, an ear and an eye.
All of these ingredients are fresh to the point of being bloody.
In just a moment, these non-fatal curses were instantly piled upon the young man.
—— Broken hands, broken feet, mental retardation, frenzy, silence, blindness, tinnitus...
In an instant, he lost all his ability to move amidst a shrill scream, and he even lost the ability to commit suicide or attack Lily.
"stop."
Adil ordered softly.
As he finished speaking, everyone stopped kowtowing and praising.
There wasn't even a hint of noise, and the synchronicity was as if it were from a horror movie.
Everyone kept their hands on the ground and looked up at Aiwass.
"My Lord!"
Don Quixote, who appeared beside Aiwas, was furious. He didn't care about the gazes or opinions of others. He just gripped the sword tightly in his hand and shouted loudly with righteousness: "What a cruel rule!"
Aiwass just glanced at Adil and continued with Don Quixote's words: "We are not of the same kind, Adil.
"To answer your previous question—I am Aiwass, Aiwass of Hope. The new Good Lord of Dawn City."
Adil hadn't reacted when he heard the previous names, but when he heard Dawn City, his eyes widened and he inexplicably became friendlier.
"That's all right, Aiwass."
Adil smiled, his temperament as profound and gentle as a Greek philosopher: "You have your way, and I have mine.
"There's no such thing as the 'right path,' the 'correct path,' or the 'only path.' Even if we're not on the same path, as disciples of the same pastor, at least we're not strangers."
Shepherd...
Aiwass frowned slightly and looked at Adil.
"I suppose," he said calmly, "that the Shepherd does not wish his power to be used on mortals."
"How do you know he doesn't want to?"
Adil asked in reply, "He was harmed by those fools and tyrants back then, and even his title was taken away by the King of Parthia."
These... fools?
Aiwass was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized what Adil meant.
“…A shepherd is a person of rest?”
He had always thought that the shepherd was a Hercules, because Lancelot seemed to have seen the shepherd.
"Pastors account for one-third of the victims of 'white punishment'."
Adil said sarcastically, "To the point where we don't even know the name."
Only then did Aiwass sense a genuine emotion in him—a kind of contempt and resentment, like a fanatic who felt unfairly treated by his idol.
——White punishment.
That was the knowledge described in the book that Aiwas read when he was studying in Avalon. It was the most severe punishment in the ancient Parthia Empire.
Only the Parthian king could authorize this supreme punishment.
For the Parthians, that was a punishment more cruel than imprisonment and torture of the soul - completely erasing all traces of this person's existence.
Every record in the book will be rewritten, his name erased and rewritten, leaving no single copy. Everything he did...good or bad, will be attributed to someone else. All his descendants and students will be killed, severing the lineage and legacy. And everyone who knew him, including his family, friends, siblings, and even his wife, will have their memories wiped, their existence erased, or be brainwashed and replaced with someone else.
In the end no one will remember this person.
And through the effect of the ritual...even the soul that enters the source river of dreams will forget its own name.
"Come to my palace, my brother. Good Lord of the Law of the Circle... I will show you the only evidence that the Shepherd ever existed. You deserve, and have the right to know, all about the Shepherd. This is why I created Heaven."
Adil invited enthusiastically, glancing at Lily who was holding the pitcher. "By the way, seal that thing—you can come and help too."
"What is that?"
Aiwass glanced back at the pitcher.
Somehow, it no longer felt that deadly danger.
"That's an amber egg, a very dangerous thing. It must be kept sealed in seawater to paralyze it, otherwise it will wake up."
Adil replied casually, "I actually just followed its trail to find it. My prophet told me it was here. I lost it some time ago. Someone must have wanted to use it to assassinate me."
He downplayed the assassination attempt and didn't even ask Aiwass to return his things first.
But Aiwass noticed another detail.
"...Amber Egg??"
"Yes, it's the egg of the Pillar God Amber. You understand its value, right?"
Adil nodded, quite proud of his collection. "Of course, it's just a stillborn fetus. Decades ago, a cardinal wanted to buy it from me and offered an exorbitant price, but I didn't sell it to her."
Cardinal...
Aiwass remembered that there were only three cardinals in the Congregation for the Restoration of Antiquities—Matilda, Galatea, and Aquinas. The only one who could be called her was either Matilda or Galatea. Judging by the date, it was probably Matilda.
"She just...left like this?"
Aiwass felt a little unreal.
That's something related to the Pillar God. Shouldn't the Theocracy get it at all costs?
He couldn't help but look back at the small pitcher, suddenly feeling an indescribable attraction within. Yet, a huge, inexplicable fear made him afraid to look at the contents of the pitcher... or even approach it.
"They couldn't possibly take in the stillborn Pillar God in the first place. They're the Old Ones, cursed by the twilight, and yet they dare to make such a request. How audacious!"
Adil sneered and said slowly, "The cardinal just wanted to use it to prove that Amber is not the god of the unborn... Humph, what's the point of that?
"—We of the Ring have long known that amber is never a fetus in an egg."
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