Chapter 515 Aiwass: You will contact
Aiwass didn't bring much luggage with him... After all, if Avalon sells something, the Theocracy will definitely sell it too.
The Theocracy had no regulations governing supernatural beings, so both ritual materials and alchemical potions were much easier to buy than in Avalon. No matter what you needed, it was the same whether you bought it there or not.
As for Sherlock... following Aiwass's advice, he only brought a change of clothes. However, he also brought a number of books and notebooks, clearly intending to continue studying and researching while traveling in the Theocracy.
They entrusted their esoteric books to Bishop Mathers and his family, while Iwass handed Julia over to the care of Isabel and Shafia. Although Ligeia was the strongest in Avalon, her personality was clearly not compatible with the quiet Julia.
Now Aiwass only had a small suitcase the size of a medicine box, which was held steadily by Lily behind him.
There is only one thing that is the most numerous and takes up the most space.
——That’s money.
Seventy percent of the box was filled with money, all in banknotes.
There were a total of 20,000 White Crown coins, 10,000 of which were of a face value of ten White Crowns and 10,000 of which were of a face value of twenty White Crowns—twenty being the largest denomination of a White Crown coin.
The total amount here is 300,000 White Crown coins... which is equivalent to twenty times the gift that the genius Albert received from Prince Heinrich, Count of Leipzig.
Now Haina has been promoted to a full-time employee and transferred to the Arbitration Chamber. However, her annual salary is only 3,000 white coins... which is 25 times that of an ordinary company employee.
She would need to go without food and drink for a hundred years to earn as much as the box of money that Aiwass had.
Although it is not on the same scale as the sky-high loan of "six million star antimony gold coins" provided by Grandet, this is already the most liquidity that Aiwas can withdraw in a short period of time without affecting the Moriarty family business.
The reason why Aiwass brought so much money is very simple.
——That’s shopping!
As the true center of the world, one can even see fifth-level powerhouses from all over the world in the Theocracy.
When Aiwas got off the boat, he already felt the bizarre atmosphere.
The most obvious thing is that the races have become more diverse.
"The most comprehensive guidebook, detailing every level of the Theocracy's travel advice, rules, and specialties! A must-have for first-time visitors to the Theocracy, and only costs five gold coins or eight white crowns!"
"Authentic handmade elven clothing! Available in all sizes and reasonably priced, suitable for everyone from trolls to goblins! You must wear it when you come to the Theocracy, and buy a new set when you leave! Perfect gifts for visiting relatives and friends!"
"Seasickness medicine, anyone want high-quality seasickness medicine? Made by Living Silver Workshop, works instantly!"
Before Aiwas left the port, he heard the shrill cries of the goblins.
The noisy and chaotic sounds made it impossible to imagine that this was the Eternal Kingdom, famous for its silence and slow pace of life.
The goblins’ hawking is still as clever as ever—they can always sell the most suitable things to customers at the most suitable time and place.
Aiwass reached out to take the suitcase and whispered to Lily, "Go buy two sets of clothes."
"What about mine?"
Upon hearing this, Sherlock came forward.
Although he was reserved and aloof with outsiders, he was becoming even more shameless towards Aiwass. Perhaps this was what it meant to be familiar with him.
"Just for you two."
Aiwass said calmly: "I am wearing a priest's robe, no need to change."
As he spoke, he opened the suitcase, took out two 20-yuan white coins and handed them to Lily.
This scene was obviously seen by passers-by.
Three trolls saw this from a distance and began to whisper.
Sherlock's expression suddenly tightened. His face instantly became sharp and cold, and his right hand holding the cane suddenly tightened a little.
"—Don't you have any change?"
He lowered his voice and spoke to Aiwass.
“No need.”
Aiwass said coldly, glancing at the three trolls from a distance.
One of the trolls suddenly noticed something, reached out and quickly grabbed the shoulders of the other two trolls whose skin color was different from his, and nervously said something in their ears.
They were immediately filled with fear, bowed in awe to Aiwass, and fled.
The smallest of the trolls—perhaps only two meters twenty-three inches tall, with barely a hint of flabby fat on his belly—appeared to be anything but his emerald green skin. He looked like a sturdy, fanged human. But he was the most terrified of Aiwass. If his friends hadn't stopped him, he would have immediately knelt and kowtowed to him.
“…What’s going on?”
Sherlock frowned slightly, thinking of something: "Is it because you have surpassed the level of the Tao?"
"That's right. These ignorant and uncivilized trolls are in awe of the Great Wizard... The Great Elder of a large tribe is usually a Great Wizard."
Aiwass nodded.
Trolls are naturally sensitive to herbs, rituals, and curses. While they've lost compatibility with most paths, they've become much more compatible with the paths of transcendence, love, and adaptation... And in the troll culture's hierarchy of contempt, ritualists are usually superior to hunters, and cursers are often superior.
Aiwass pointed at them and whispered to Sherlock, "Look, that green-skinned troll is a hunter, because they often apply a kind of green grass juice on their skin. This makes them invisible in the jungle and leaves no scent. The other one should be a pharmacist or a curse caster... His skin is red and fragile, which is evidence of long-term application of cursed blood."
"Cursed blood?" Sherlock was a little confused.
"...Ah, just think of it as some addictive shit."
Aiwass didn't want to talk about it, so he simply summarized, "Trolls don't have many materials to use, and curse casters can only use simple materials. Slightly more expensive materials have been sold to the goblins by the elders... Therefore, the most common general materials are blood, feces, and urine.
"So I don't recommend you buy any medication from trolls. No matter how good the price is, you will regret it."
"...I already understand, no need to say more."
Sherlock's expression suddenly turned ugly.
Seeing his expression, Aiwass was a little surprised: "Wait...you bought it?"
"... Tell me about the other one."
Sherlock coughed twice and forcibly changed the subject: "That's the ritualist, right? His skin is brown and black... This should be the original mark without any paint."
"Yes, at most they applied some oil. Palm oil, coconut oil, shea butter—they used oil instead of water to cleanse their bodies. The highest-ranking wizards would use baby blood mixed with olive oil to ensure the purity of their souls."
Aiwass calmly watched their backs. "This must be the child of a great wizard, coming to the Theocracy with two guards... otherwise, with their troll identities, it would be impossible for them to reach the Theocracy."
Whether as human beings or as commodities—the Theocracy does not allow the trafficking of trolls.
"Better be careful with them."
Sherlock lowered his voice and said softly, "After all, they are in a position where they can see how much money is in your box... maybe they will report you to others."
"...To be honest, this amount of money is nothing in the Theocracy."
Aiwass said in a normal voice, "And someone local will come to pick us up—Lulu told me she's already contacted someone."
When they built the Crescent Moon Manor, Bayard had already lent them more than this amount.
This amount of money might be considered a large sum in Avalon, but compared to these people... Avalon is just a rural area.
While they were talking, Lily had returned with two packages.
Sherlock noticed that the two bags containing clothes were very exquisite, even the gift wrapping on the outside was very delicate - intricate and exquisite patterns, like the hand-woven scarves with irises that have been popular in recent years.
"This bag can be opened and made into a scarf. It's called the 'Elf Pocket,' and the Iris Man has a scarf pattern that's modeled after it."
As if he had guessed what Sherlock was thinking, Aiwass explained.
"...You've never been to the Theocracy, have you?"
Sherlock looked suspicious: "How do you know so much?"
"I'm a pastor."
Aiwass said with a smile, without giving a direct answer.
Just then.
A burst of exclamations, accompanied by a sudden silence, came from the most turbulent part of the crowd.
It felt like a head teacher had silently crept in from the back door of a chaotic classroom. Without anyone communicating, the noisy sounds in the classroom suddenly died down.
They were a group of seven elves with beautiful faces and tall figures.
Even if you don't recognize their clothes, you can still identify them just by looking at their mounts.
The six wore silver elven armor that only covered about half their bodies, long white cloaks, and rode white-winged Pegasus. They were of different genders, but all wore silver-white metal eye patches—symbolizing the core principle of the Pope's Guard: "Never See."
The leader was dressed in flawless pure white, without any other colors, and his entire body was sparkling in the sunlight.
She wore white stockings and white silk gloves. A white ribbon adorned her eyes, and a silver netting hung behind her white hair. Her long white robe resembled a wedding gown... and her ears were the longest and pointiest of any elf Aiwas had ever seen. A noticeably sharper chin and paler skin, typical of pureblood elves, were also characteristic of humans with round or square faces.
She rode a unicorn, a symbol of the highest authority of the Theocracy. The status of the unicorn in the Theocracy was equivalent to that of a full-body knight armor in Avalon, or even higher.
She was already over two meters tall, and with the tall unicorn, the silent girl looked as majestic as a white sculpture.
...Oh no, why is she here?
Aiwass' heart skipped a beat.
Isabel, how did you contact her?
He didn't know many people in the Theocracy. After all, the cardinals in the game were almost all painted with exaggerated facial expressions, and the lower-ranked bishops were basically all the same model... But he did know this person. Or rather, no player would not know her.
Not only is he extremely popular in the forum, but he is also very popular in the notebook.
This was the Eternal Saint, "Pure White," who would later cause unrest in the Theocracy. The "Pure White" he had seen before during the ascension ceremony must be her.
Thinking of this, Aiwas took two steps forward, bowed his head, touched his chest, and half-knelt in salute before this beautiful, noble, yet quiet and silent elf.
"—May the candlelight illuminate your path, Your Highness. It's been a long time since we last met."
Hearing this, the Saint tilted her head in confusion.
But she responded: "Long time no see."
(End of this chapter)
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