Chapter 355: Reunion
Aiwass made the Flame Butterfly return to its traveling state and went back in the direction it came from.
Because the power of the death energy was too strong - although it didn't seem to have any killing intent, it only solidified everything. But Aiwass was still very worried about whether Sherlock would be in trouble.
Fortunately, Aiwass found Sherlock quickly.
In a special way—
Just near the giant prince's body, there was an unnatural pit that looked like a trap.
Above it is a cross grid, and below it is a U-shaped pit similar to a toilet drain pipe or Pasteur's gooseneck flask experiment.
This was clearly a makeshift shelter Sherlock had constructed upon seeing the death aura. His reaction was remarkable, immediately creating a layer based on the specific effects of the death aura. Its unique structure could keep the dusk wind out without trapping him inside to death. Even the topmost grid was now covered in a thin layer of amber crystals, rendering it incredibly solid.
"Sherlock?"
Aiwass squatted above the grid and knocked.
He tentatively called inside, "Are you still alive?"
“Alive!”
Little Sherlock said in a bad mood. His voice was so weak and distant that he had to raise his voice to make it clearly heard: "Help me open this lid!"
"I'm afraid not," Aiwass said regretfully, "We just tried. We probably won't be able to open it with brute force—Hayana's fourth-level fist isn't as strong as this one."
"Then use rituals or prayers, whatever you want! You still have the Holy Sword, right? Try it and get me out first!"
Sherlock was furious: "It seems like the ground is blocked by something. I can't get out from below!"
"Forget it, I won't tease you anymore. I'll give it a try."
Aiwas planned to chop it with the holy sword first, and then pray to the Amber God... but unexpectedly, it opened directly in the first step.
The dim amber crystals softened instantly upon contact with the red-handled sword in Aiwass's hand. Or perhaps it was the sword that absorbed some of their power. Aiwass slashed through the grid with just two strikes.
Seeing Sherlock climbing up in a mess, Haina kindly helped and pulled him up.
"……strangeness."
Aiwass looked at the holy sword and fell into deep thought.
What effect of the holy sword allowed it to be so able to restrain this abnormal "solidification"?
Is it a ward off evil? It doesn't seem to be... sharp is even more impossible.
"…Is it a curse?"
The red-handled sword has the negative effect of making its holder "vulnerable to curses." The specific principle is that it is more susceptible to the power of curses. If it absorbs the curse from this crystal, it will naturally become mortal.
However, the curse was absorbed by Aiwass, but he didn't feel anything.
Sherlock replied breathlessly, "It is indeed a curse..."
It was very difficult for him to climb out of the pit. He had to be very careful to barely stand on the ground that had become as slippery as ice, and he had to stand up carefully to prevent himself from accidentally slipping back into the pit.
While concentrating on fighting the ground, he casually said, "But this isn't the Amber God's curse. This is some kind of large-scale ritual."
"are you sure?"
"I can analyze it," Sherlock pointed at his eyes, which were shining with azure light. "Although the scale is terrifying... this should only be a fifth-level extraordinary power. It's simply a large enough amount."
I see……
After hearing this, Aiwass understood.
This wasn't because they had triggered Amber's divine punishment, nor was it because the seal had been lifted. Rather, it was related to their grandfather, Jacob.
A large-scale ritual of the fifth energy level, a twilight curse covering the entire village...
——Am I the key to opening this ceremony?
Aiwass hesitated for a moment before making up his mind.
"Let's go and take a look."
He replied in a deep voice.
The other side.
After listening to the secret told by Yeats, Merlin shook his head slightly.
He finally understood everything roughly.
"So that's how it is... Now everything goes smoothly."
Merlin murmured softly, "The Ring of the Tail, the ritual that can bring down the Celestial Master... the Rosicrucian, the Golden Dawn..."
He was thinking about something and then fell into deep thought.
After a moment's silence, he waved his hand, and the band of light wrapped around the giant wolf suddenly dissipated and collapsed.
Before Yeats could say anything, it suddenly heard a sound and looked back.
The giant wolf suddenly transformed into a slightly hunched man with black hair that tangled like wet seaweed. He wore a dark green double-breasted trench coat and a brown scarf. He adjusted his coat slightly to look more dignified.
Not long after, Aiwas and his four companions appeared in front of the two men.
First, when they saw the giant tied up by Merlin, they were all shocked.
The next moment, several people immediately looked at different things——
Sherlock looked at Merlin, Lily and Haina looked at Yeats, and Aiwass looked at the hole left after the swamp disappeared.
Yes, the swamp disappeared - just like when they did the experiment before, there seemed to be an earth-attributed spell triggered around the swamp, turning it into a fairy cave again.
"Sir Merlin?"
Sherlock recognized the apostle whom he had just met.
"Hello, Mr. Hermes."
Merlin was not arrogant. Instead, he smiled and waved to Sherlock.
Haina's face was serious: "You are the one on the train..."
"——Yeats."
The noble man, who looked like a wild elf, bowed slightly and touched his chest with his hand. "A poet. We meet again, Miss Haena."
Then he looked at Lily.
Yeats said without hesitation: "At the same time... I am also a werewolf."
——No need to transform to confirm.
Just by getting this close, Yezhi and Lily could smell the werewolf scent on each other.
Lily suppressed the wildness that suddenly surged in her heart and nodded slightly.
She didn't introduce herself, but took a half step back and stood behind Aiwass.
Aiwass stared blankly at the swamp emitting a strange purple glow - for some reason, he always felt that there seemed to be some kind of familiarity and closeness in it.
Seeing Lily retreat behind him, he turned around and looked at Yeats.
"Yates... or rather, Mr. Cloud. Right."
Aiwass's voice was calm and polite, gentle and generous, without any trace of the contempt and arrogance he usually used to bully Sherlock and Haina. "I remember that the reason you came to Avalon was political asylum."
"Yes, Minister Moriarty."
Yeats nodded slightly.
His voice was low and hoarse, and his extremely tall frame, though slightly hunched, gave off a sense of oppression. "This was approved by the Arbitration Chamber."
"Yeah."
Aiwass said calmly: "Then what are you doing here?"
"I am a local, Minister Moriarty."
"A person from Eagle Point Village?"
"I'm from Bagpipes. I grew up by the lake and loved fishing around Sapphire Lake when I was little. I only went to Iris in recent years," Yeats answered fluently.
"Yeah."
Aiwass remained noncommittal.
He stared at Yeats intently and suddenly said, "I heard Bishop Mathers mention you."
Hearing this, Ye Zhi's expression changed slightly. But Merlin beside him just smiled.
At that moment, Aiwass knew that he had guessed right.
He really didn't know Yeats, and he had never heard Bishop Mathers mention him. This was just a trick.
But he remembered that when Mathers became the cursed paladin named "Samuel, the Guardian of the Holy Sword"... there was a friendly NPC who needed protection. He was an elf werewolf with hair that looked like he had just taken a shower and hadn't blow-dried it!
——Although Aiwass completely forgot the other person’s name, he still remembered his distinctive hairstyle!
(End of this chapter)
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