Chapter 521 Is Aiwass delicious?
Aiwass, holding the Sun Scepter in his hand, followed Matilda into the depths of the Holy Order.
He walked on the crimson carpet and for a moment felt like a star walking on the red carpet.
Onlookers slowly entered from both sides of the red carpet. They were mostly elves, and despite the large crowd, they remained politely quiet, resulting in no noise at all. It was a while before Aiwass spotted Sherlock, Lily, and Pure White standing at the front.
When the crowd stopped entering, Matilda just happened to reach the end with Aiwass.
There was a mural of uneven, dark golden metal, reflecting the light from the flames. It looked like copper, or perhaps gold. The lines within were raised, giving it a very three-dimensional appearance.
The graphics are simple and easy to understand.
Two women and one man, three clearly elves, knelt before the candlestick priest. The crimson stag, covered in sinthorns, was all too easy to spot—its enormous antlers pointed skyward, each branch like a candle, illuminating the darkness.
And the whole picture is irregular... or rather, the picture reflected by the mural is just a small area illuminated by the light of the stag.
Aiwas's eyes inevitably turned to the mural.
And Matilda raised her hands as if praising the sun.
She solemnly praised the mural, "We invite the candlelight master!"
The next moment, all the candles in the room were extinguished instantly, and then all lit at the same time.
It was no longer the red candle flame that was as still and quiet as a sticker as before.
But it was an extremely delicate, pure white radiance—
These candle flames are extremely thin, like vertical pupils.
The room, which was originally a little dim, suddenly became as bright as day.
"I solemnly call upon you, noble fire thief!
"The god whose holy number is three, the god who binds the body with thorns of sin, the god who burns himself to chase away darkness—the Stag of the Candle!"
The next moment, the candlelight that Aiwas was looking at, and the entire world in front of him, were like a speeding dump truck, crashing towards him from a distance!
In an instant, Aiwass's vision was engulfed by the rapidly expanding pure white flames.
The surroundings suddenly became extremely quiet, and Aiwass appeared in a pure white space in a trance.
After just a brief hesitation, Aiwass suddenly reacted.
Yes, he's been here.
When he first learned the art of fire worship in the Chapel of Sainte-Guinevere, he saw the candlestick in the fire by visualizing the flames.
So, if nothing unexpected happens...
In that pure white and bright world, a majestic and beautiful stag walked slowly.
His entire body was pure red, while his antlers were a deeper red. At the tip of each antler, a ball of white flame burned. Even though the surrounding space was white, the color and shape of the flames could still be seen—a light within light, a white within white.
His body was entwined with black thorns of sin. Those thorns pierced his skin, causing him to bleed fiery red blood. As he walked, blood dripped from his hooves onto the ground, creating a perpetually extinguished red footprint in the pure white space.
When he was promoted for the first time, Aiwas couldn't see Sizhu's appearance at all.
Now, for just a moment, Aiwass was struck by the breathtaking beauty and sacredness.
He lost the ability to speak and move, and was frozen in place.
Si Zhu walked over slowly and lowered his head to lick Aiwas's arm.
Aiwas looked down and found that the crystal snake scales on his forearm were slowly disappearing.
That was the discomfort Aiwass experienced when he was imbued with the power of Huan Tiansi. Even after Aiwass's ascension, it didn't dissipate... because Aiwass's soul itself had been deformed, just like a cancer in the body.
Now, under Sizhu's licking, the influence from Huantiansi has completely disappeared.
When it completely vanished, Aiwass suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion—a feeling like he had just finished the college entrance examination, as if something that had been weighing him down had vanished. He felt a sense of relief, and even the heavy bag behind him seemed less burdensome.
You will burn out and turn into ashes
A gentle and low voice sounded in Aiwas's ears.
Or spread your wings and fly high, illuminating the world.
Sizhu's voice was warm and bright, sounding strangely moving and reassuring.
He gave people the feeling of a gentle father, a reliable brother, or a dignified yet friendly teacher. Although Aiwass could no longer remember what his father's voice sounded like, he just felt that way.
"I will...burn?"
Aiwass murmured.
This is the paradox of illumination: while light reveals, it also blinds. Those with intact eyes cannot see the light, except the light itself. Will you burn?
Sizhu replied.
——I didn’t understand.
Aiwass thought bitterly.
Aiwass didn't dare to interpret what these riddlers were trying to say. If he misunderstood, it would be better not to understand at all.
However, it seemed that he knew Aiwass didn't understand. So Sizhu further explained:
There are only two ways to pursue light: Become fire yourself, or be blind to the light.
[You have chosen the latter, now is the time to close the window]
Aiwass understood.
Because between the two advanced classes, Torch Burner or Illuminator, Aiwass chose the latter. Now it was time to transform his body.
The Illuminator need not burn his life and become a torch. As the Illuminator, he cannot gaze at the light for too long.
If Aiwass understood correctly, he needed to sacrifice at least one eye. Otherwise, he would not be able to advance.
"I choose... the right eye."
Aiwass replied.
If you don't care about the convenience of daily life, sacrificing two eyes will definitely gain you a powerful buff. The path of sacrifice is like this: the more you give up, the more you gain.
Sizhu gently licked Aiwas's right eye.
There was no pain—just a feeling of warmth, and then Aiwass felt the vision in his right eye disappear.
The next moment, Aiwass felt a wet touch.
He reached out to touch it, but was suddenly pricked.
Aiwass hissed softly and felt his right eye bleeding. He reached out and pulled it out, only to find it was a black sinthorn.
——The beans he had eaten before really turned into sinthorns.
After being ripped off by Aiwass, the black sinthorn quickly withered. As it withered, it condensed into small red fruits. Finally, the black sinthorn turned to ash, leaving only a small handful of about thirty small red fruits the size of pomegranate seeds in Aiwass's palm.
"Is this... a sour jujube?"
Aiwass was stunned.
The thorns will bear dates, and this Aiwass knew.
...But he can also grow dates now?
He instinctively felt that the thorns growing out of his eyes during his dream would probably not be removed in the short term. This meant that he would grow a handful of these small sour dates in a while.
So, is this edible? Is it delicious? How do you eat it?
As Aiwas held the sour dates in his hand, this thought popped into his mind.
He subconsciously opened his eyes, but found that his right eye was not completely blind - his right eye clearly saw the dates shining with red devotion and a faint black gas.
It seems to be a kind of real vision.
As Aiwass thought so, the white space around him quickly retreated.
In a trance, he appeared at the coronation ceremony again.
The ceremony was now drawing to a close. The Sun Scepter in his hand had left his hand and was now in the hands of Cardinal Matilda, and now he clasped his hands together, holding a handful of red fruit.
A stream of blood slowly flowed from his right eye, and his originally azure pupil turned into a dim amber color.
I saw Cardinal Matilda solemnly placing the candle on the episcopal throne and lighting it.
One large candle and two smaller ones. The same size as Bishop Mathers's. These candles were made from giant trees, capable of burning long and emitting a steady glow.
Then, Cardinal Matilda placed the miter on Aiwas's head and gently touched it with the Sun Scepter in her hand.
The golden light ripples through the space.
Aiwass's two heterochromatic eyes simultaneously ignited a bright scarlet glow.
His golden surplice moved without a breeze, and the inscriptions on the golden scarf-like shoulder straps lit up one by one, gleaming brilliantly. Even the "Offering Wings of Freedom" on Aiwass's back was activated and ignited with brilliance.
As the flame of the mitre above Aiwass's head ignited and extinguished, the light on Aiwass's body gradually dissipated.
Authentication completed.
All the spectators around saluted Aiwas respectfully, and then dispersed in twos and threes.
They had witnessed the promotion of the new Archbishop with their own eyes and were clearly very satisfied with it. Pure White nodded to Aiwass, and Sherlock and Lily both clapped their hands happily.
"Archbishop Moriarty, congratulations."
Cardinal Matilda smiled and nodded to Aiwass. "The ceremony is over. I will take you to your room in a moment. We will meet again in a while when the study of advanced divine arts officially begins."
She looked at the fruit that suddenly appeared in Aiwass's hand with some curiosity, and asked politely with some curiosity: "By the way...what is this?"
"These should be dates," Aiwass replied.
The dates growing on my body - it looks like you may not have this.
Isn't it strange?
Aiwass said in his heart.
"That's a bit presumptuous... Can I have a taste?"
Cardinal Matilda was a little curious: "Of course, it doesn't matter if it doesn't work. I can help you find a container to store it."
It was the first time she saw a bishop holding a handful of dates after being promoted.
Generally speaking, the body would burn directly, leaving a few scars. The holy oil applied beforehand was to prevent the flames from causing too much damage to the body, and also to protect the clothes - so that they would not be burned to ashes in public.
As a result, Aiwass did not catch fire at all. Instead, he lost one eye and had a handful of dates in his hand.
...Is this Sizhu's gift or compensation?
"—Please."
Aiwass handed over the dates in his hands without hesitation.
It just so happened that he wanted to find someone to try out the effect.
Matilda is a fifth-level cardinal. What if this thing isn't edible? Those on the path of devotion have thick skin and strong resistance, so they probably can't be killed by the poison.
"You're welcome to try it."
Aiwass said enthusiastically.
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