Chapter 364 Shepherding Bayard
In the early morning, Eagle Point Village returned to normal.
The sun still rises as usual, the emerald green forest exudes the direction of nature. The busy streets are filled with the fragrance of moist earth, and people chat and laugh as usual, repeating their daily lives.
It seemed as if the strange changes at dusk last night were just an illusion.
Haina walked on the forest path with the griffin, Sherlock and Aiwass.
—She clearly has the griffin she's been dreaming of, but she doesn't ride it. Instead, she carefully caress and leads it around. It makes one wonder what she's raising this griffin for.
If Griffin Liz hadn't taken the initiative to carry the luggage, even Aiwas's luggage would have to be carried by Haina.
"What did you do last night?"
Haina looked at Lily with some suspicion, then at Aiwass.
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that Aiwass's face had become a little pale, while Lily exuded vitality.
She had some speculations that were not convenient for her to express.
But considering that the werewolf seemed to be with Aiwass and the others last night, he felt that his speculation seemed a little too outrageous.
"Just stayed up all night."
Aiwass replied calmly, "We are all third-level transcendents. It's no problem for us to not sleep for a few days."
"It also depends on the specific path."
Little Sherlock added, "I still get a headache if I stay up too late, but maybe a priest won't have that problem."
They were now planning to send Aiwass and Lily away from Eagle Point Village.
Yes, only for Aiwass and Lily.
Because Sherlock planned to stay for another month - he planned to ask Haena's father, the Magnetic Hammer Master, to customize a staff for him. After that, Haena would bring Sherlock back, and her griffin would have no problem carrying another Sherlock.
Although it sounds a bit like a joke to ask a blacksmith to make a staff, this is why Sherlock must stay in person.
He needs to assist the magnetic hammer to complete the spell engraving of the magic circle and complete the mana infusion.
The core of a qualified staff must be made of special materials to improve the energy conduction efficiency of certain special attribute spells - that is, to increase the casting speed of the corresponding attribute.
It should also have a magic circle carved somewhere inside, outside, or in a corner, so that some simple spells can be stored in it, and then directly activated and released at a specific time without consuming mana or chanting.
If that were all, Sherlock could just buy one. Although staffs were expensive and rare, they were still available on the black market.
But Haina said that Sherlock's requirements were too complicated - the staff that met his requirements could only be customized from the Magnetic Hammer Master and could not be bought anywhere else.
Aiwass was also curious about Sherlock's requirements for the staff, but the more he listened, the more subtle his expression became.
Sherlock took into account the possibility that his current and future body shape might change, so he requested that the staff be retractable so that it would be easier to hold.
——So far, this part is still a relatively reasonable request.
But Sherlock also carefully considered the need for concealment - the staff is a weapon after all, and if the shape is too exaggerated, it will easily make people nervous when walking on the street. It will also make people wary and targeted.
Therefore, Sherlock also required that this staff should not be recognizable to the naked eye. In addition, Sherlock occasionally needs to go outdoors, so he needs this staff to be able to be used as a walking stick.
He was also good at swordsmanship and staff fighting, so he needed it to be at least easy to whip others with, so it had to be strong enough. If possible, it would be best to put a pocket pistol in it as a substitute when it was inconvenient to cast spells - even if it only had one bullet.
"...You're asking for too much." Aiwass complained.
——What a devilish Party A.
Aiwass was almost sweating for Master Magnet Hammer. "Don't you realize that many of your requests are conflicting? You're using your staff as a baton. Aren't you afraid of breaking the core?"
Sherlock disagreed. "If it's really inconvenient to meet the requirements, then let Master Magnetic Hammer remove the unreasonable demands. As the orderer, it would be better for me to clearly state all my requirements—it's better than doing half of it and then adding requirements at the last minute."
"That's true."
Haina, standing nearby, agreed, "Father's already thinking of a plan. When we left, I saw him taking a glass of wine to his workbench—he usually doesn't drink while drawing, but drinking means he's thinking of something special."
That's fine, it seems Party B doesn't have any objections. As an outsider, I won't say anything.
Haina and Sherlock took Aiwass to the train station and helped Aiwass and Lily get on the train.
Aiwass had bought a first-class ticket. They had a separate room, offering privacy, complete with two single beds, a long sofa, and two single sofas. Aiwass lazily lay on the bed while Lily sat beside him, peeling an apple for him.
Lily's shadow trembled slightly, and then flowed into Aiwass's shadow.
"my dear."
Miss Assassin's honey-like voice echoed resentfully from the depths of Aiwass's heart: "Are you just going to waste your blood like this?"
“Is this a waste?”
Aiwass chuckled and played with the necklace hanging on his chest: "And remember to call me master. My loyal hound."
That was the life-saving item, Isolde's Tears, that Isabel had lent to Aiwass. She was worried that Aiwass might encounter danger on this journey, so she specifically lent it to him.
Of course, it was said to be a loan... but Aiwass always felt that Isabel wanted to take the opportunity to give it to him.
On the one hand, it was the creature that protected Isabel through those long, dark nights, through those days filled with fear and uncertainty, when death could come at any moment. But now that Aiwass had helped her break the curse, she no longer needed it. Instead, looking at it each day brought back memories of her bleak childhood.
On the other hand, she also wanted to give Aiwass this necklace that carried the weight of her past. With Aiwass's help, she had overcome her past self and become stronger, and this necklace was proof - so when she gave it to Aiwass, she might as well have been showing off, like "handing in an assignment."
Should I return it to her? Or should I give her a better gift in return?
Aiwass thought to himself.
"This is what you promised me, my dear master."
The Shadow Demon's dissatisfaction was about to overflow: "Now that you can use the pastoral method again, every drop of blood is so precious. Why feed it to the werewolf? She is not a phantom demon, and she will not become stronger."
"Don't worry, it's just blood."
Aiwass said lightly, "It doesn't contain any magical power... If you want it, I'll give it to you now."
He said, patting Lily on the back.
Lily understood and moved away from the bed.
She struck a match and lit the new large candle at the head of the bed - the first-class cabin had even considered the possibility that the priest might want to worship the candlelighter, and had prepared ritual items in various places to facilitate the worship.
Aiwass stretched out his left hand and gently grasped the candle flame as if playing with a jewel. The flame was pinched by Aiwass, and the vitality flowed out from it like a broken grape, pouring into Aiwass's body.
"—or perhaps you'd like something warm to drink?"
Aiwass chuckled: "I just performed the Fire Sacrifice, and my blood is boiling."
"If I can order something, I'd like something cold to drink."
The shadow demon transformed into a slender black snake, coiling up along Aiwass's waist, and the snake's head stopped at Aiwass's neck, licking Aiwass's neck and whispering.
But Aiwass pushed it away and reached out to press the snake's head back into the shadow pool cast by Lily's body.
Soon, the black snake swam back again and was pushed back by Aiwass.
"no."
Like training a dog, Aiwass issued a firm refusal: "If I don't give it to you, you can't have it. What I give you is yours."
Looking at the chaotic ball of shadow demons rolling around in his hands, Aiwass finally couldn't hold back and smiled: "But I can still fulfill this small request of yours."
He got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom.
When she came back, she had become number 14.
The shadow beneath Lily transformed into a black, salivating hound, circling around Number 14.
"I know you want to drink this."
Number 14 chuckled, that small, childish smile holding a certain magical aura: "Become Bayard first, my pet."
Soon, the black hound turned into the appearance of Miss Bayard.
She couldn't wait to hug No. 14 from behind and knelt on the ground, as if begging for something.
Lily handed over a silver ceremonial knife from the side.
But the girl rejected it.
Number 14 leaned close to Bayard's ear and whispered, "I'll give you something fresh this time."
As she spoke, she bit her wrist, her fangs piercing a hole in it. Blood dripped down her fingertips.
She kissed Bayard gently, letting him lick the blood from her mouth. But there was no shepherding light, only sweet blood.
Just as Shadow Fiend was anxiously looking at the blood on Aiwass's fingertips, No. 14 chuckled and said, "Turn back into a dog."
She spread out her right hand, blood pooling in her palm like a small pool. It shone with a bright red yet sacred glow, attracting the shadow demon's gaze like an enchanting pool of magic.
She put her hand forward and let the dark and loyal shadow hound lick her palm.
She murmured softly, her young face radiating the radiance of a Madonna: "Enjoy it, puppy. This is my flesh and blood, my life.
“This is the mercy I bestow upon you.”
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