Chapter 509 Morgan's Gift
February 16th.
At eight o'clock in the morning, Sherlock hurried to the Temple of Silver and Tin.
When the great detective, who had been missing for several months, reappeared, he immediately attracted people's attention. Before he even set foot on the steps of the Temple of Silver and Tin, the news had already reached the steps of the newspaper office.
When he walked into the Queen's study, he saw Aiwass sitting leisurely in the Queen's seat.
He crossed his legs, leaned back in his chair, and hummed an opera tune happily.
"Hey, here you come."
Aiwass said with a smile: "Long time no see, great detective."
"I knew it was you who called me."
Sherlock said unhappily, "What do you want from me, Honourable Minister Moriarty?"
"It's nothing serious, it's just to see if you're dead or alive. Now it seems like everything is going well. That's really great."
Aiwass raised the corners of his mouth in a sly smile.
——It’s hard, my fist is hard.
Sherlock gritted his teeth.
However, he still heard the concern of this stinky fox for him, so he didn't say anything and sat down gracefully and silently in the seat opposite.
When he didn't see Aiwass and Isabel during the promotion ceremony, his heart sank.
Not that I'm worried about myself.
With Sherlock's pride, even with his fragile childlike body, he wouldn't retreat in such a place. His main concern was Isabel... Although Her Majesty had grown up, the promotion ceremony from Level 3 to Level 4 was far too dangerous. If she died here, she would likely die in real life as well.
If something really happened to Her Majesty the Queen, Avalon would be in trouble.
Even during the Full Moon Ceremony, the Transcendents were not necessarily in love with each other. Not to mention that there were at least three failures, each Transcendent had a different identity and stance, and they also had to find a way to eliminate their own path of rejection.
Otherwise, you may lose points for unconsciously helping others complete the task.
"Now you see, I'm healthy. Can I leave now? I still have a backlog of cases.
"By the way, is Chief Kent from the same department as you? I heard he failed his promotion today. He suffered four fatal wounds and was hacked to pieces, leaving him covered in blood. Three bishops were dispatched, and they worked non-stop for two hours before they finally managed to keep him alive. I'm guessing he'll need at least a year or two to recuperate."
At this point, Sherlock suddenly sneered and said, "Oh, that's not right. I guess there must be more than just this... Since you, a stinky fox, specially called me over, there must be some trouble."
"Maybe... not?"
Aiwass smiled, obviously in a very happy mood: "Just a chat - is that not okay?"
Sherlock paused slightly, his expression subtle: "Just say what you want to say."
"Do you know anything about... Huantiansi?" Aiwas asked.
“I’ve heard a little bit about it.”
Sherlock nodded. "Son of the Serpent Father. Ouroboros, Infinite... The ritual of Lady Ligeia's reincarnation must have been powered by the Ring of Heaven. What's the matter?"
"I got new information from this promotion ceremony."
Aiwass crossed his fingers in front of him, lowered his legs, leaned forward slightly, and asked seriously, "I heard that Huan Tiansi had another name in the past, called Lunhui Tiansi.
"Before the Cicada Shedding Incident, Ouroboros was the Celestial Preceptor of Self-Destruction and Rebirth, belonging to the Path of Balance. Later, after the Cicada Shedding Incident, he obtained the Endless Knot and became the Celestial Preceptor of the Path of Transcendence."
“…I’ve definitely never heard of that.”
Sherlock pondered, searching his memory carefully. "Indeed, not."
"Have you ever heard of the saying 'history is divided'?"
"—"Multiple Histories"?"
Sherlock asked back.
"That's right," Aiwass nodded. "It's said that after the [Cicada Shedding] occurred, history was torn apart, and there's no going back to before [Cicada Shedding]. We're only in one part of history, and many more histories are divergent."
“That’s the theory of multiple histories.”
Sherlock nodded and explained, "This is one of two explanations scholars have given for why past and future events appear in the dream world. Among them, scholars of the theory of multiple histories believe that history is not unique. We are not at the beginning, nor at the end.
"Multiple histories diverge. Through the Ascension Ritual, the Enneads continuously deduce a 'best past,' solidifying the past into a single line. I believe the Ascension Ritual is more about deducing the future than anchoring the past... But from what you're saying, it seems like there's something else going on."
"Yes," Aiwass nodded. "Based on the intelligence I've received, it seems that both the future and the past are uncertain. Neither statement is entirely correct, but both are true."
“…That would be interesting.”
Sherlock thought for a moment.
He suddenly said, "You ask me this, I think you want to ask me... Can I tell Aiwass this?
"—My answer is, I think it's okay. He knows more secrets than any of us, so don't hide it from him. Even if this could be a trap... dying with a clear mind is better than living in confusion."
After hearing what Sherlock said, Aiwass's expression became a little strange.
She was silent for a moment, then her whole body shattered like a bubble and turned back into Isabel.
“…When did you find out?”
Isabel was a little confused: "Did you see through the [Cunning Spell]?"
"No, I have not seen through your illusion at all, Your Majesty."
Sherlock said calmly, "But I know that stinky fox won't drag me into a heart-to-heart talk. He always speaks his mind directly and never says anything vague."
“…He clearly said something similar to me.”
Isabel said with some regret: "I was hoping that when he came in, he would see another Aiwass in the room."
Sherlock hesitated to speak.
He had something to say, but he didn't dare to say it.
"...Anyway, don't hide anything from him."
Sherlock added, "It's better for him to know than not to know—you can't treat smart people the same way as stupid people. If Aiwass were a fool, I would definitely support not letting him have any wild thoughts. But he's smart. Even if this may be a trap, we have to believe that Aiwass can get out of it on his own."
"Yeah, I understand."
Isabel expressed her sincere gratitude, "Thank you, Sir Hermes."
"My pleasure, Your Majesty."
Sherlock replied, bowing his head respectfully.
Elsewhere, Aiwass was in the courtyard of the Temple of Silver and Tin.
He was feeling the warm sunshine of a spring morning, half-kneeling on the ground facing the sun.
Aiwass clasped his fingers together, closed his eyes, and prayed, muttering softly—a warm golden glow emanated from him, illuminating the entire grassland. Through the veil of light, a transparent ring of thorns could be vaguely seen behind Aiwass, slowly rotating. It had an intricate crown-like pattern, looming in and out of view.
That was the thorn of sin that was entangled in Sizhu's body.
The griffin and the white horse lay lazily on the ground, feeling the heat surging in their bodies.
When Aiwass finished praying, they came up to him enthusiastically and rubbed against him.
Aiwass smiled faintly and touched the chin and face of the white horse he was going to take away, then suddenly looked towards the lake.
"Excuse me...is there anything I can help you with?"
The next moment, a beautiful goddess holding a silver-white staff walked out of the lake wetly.
She had waist-length, damp, silver-blue hair, long, elven ears, and eyes as clear as sapphires. She looked about thirty years old, roughly the same age as Shafiya. Her clothes were soaked to the point of being translucent, and lake water dripped onto her bare feet.
"…Ms. Morgan?"
Aiwass raised his eyebrows and asked.
Morgan was about to introduce himself, but when he heard Aiwass's words, he was a little surprised: "You know me?"
"I've heard a little bit about you... After all, you're the mother of Knight Mordred."
Aiwass said with a smile.
"That child..."
Hearing this, Morgan's mouth corners slightly raised, and he chuckled with some nostalgia.
When she looked at Aiwass again, her eyes suddenly became much friendlier.
"Someone asked me to find you...Guess who it is?"
"Lancelot...I?"
"How clever. I like you more and more now."
Morgan smiled and said, "He told me he was a handsome priest. I was thinking...it wouldn't be easy to find. But I didn't expect that almost everyone on the entire Glass Island knew you...I haven't been back for a few years, but I didn't expect Avalon to produce such an outstanding young man.
"Lancelot asked me to bring you a gift... What do you think of me?"
“…I have a girlfriend.”
Aiwass took a half step back and said with some caution.
As a phantom demon of the Path of Love and an apostle of Shadow Sky, he was not surprised by any behavior of Morgan.
Sure enough, she laughed even more happily after hearing this: "Isn't that more exciting?"
Seeing Aiwass's more wary expression, she waved her hand. "How cute... Oh, I was just kidding. Don't be so scared. I'm half your ancestor after all."
I don't think so, Aiwass thought.
For the phantom demon on the path of love, that insignificant ethical relationship might actually be considered a delicious seasoning.
"Don't be afraid. I'm not here on my own behalf. I still have to report to Lancelot when I get back."
Morgan said with a smile, raised his staff and shook it at Aiwass: "Okay, my gift is here... I hope you like it.
"See you later, handsome young priest. Oh, and let me tell you something—Lancelot said he likes you very much and hopes to meet you again in the future."
……Um?
Aiwass was stunned for a moment.
What did you give?
There was no radiance of the path, nor did he feel eroded or changed by the power.
There wasn't even any notification from the system... Did you really give it to me? Are you kidding me?
"You'll find out soon enough."
Morgan smiled, stretched out a finger to his lips, and showed a meaningful smile: "It won't be long."
But in the brief moment that Aiwas was puzzled, Morgan retreated back into the lake and disappeared like snow.
Chapter 2 Around six o'clock~
(End of this chapter)
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