Chapter 547 You are much better than your father
Listening to the conversation between Rabbih and Sherlock, Aiwass realized another thing.
If the Beast Song Tribe is considered in the top three or top five...
Aiwass fell into deep thought.
There is no doubt that although old Rabbi is shrewd and cunning, he is definitely not at the fifth level.
And although Bram stole the power of the Wildfire Giant, which is comparable to the fifth level... he himself is only at the fourth level.
Even the current tribal leader, with his own father captured, wouldn't dare to provoke Bram. Clearly, he wasn't even at the fifth level. A tribe like this would probably be considered among the top three in the southern continent.
...That means, the total number of fifth energy levels in the entire southern continent is less than three?
No wonder the Iris people and goblins are running rampant there...
And according to what little Rabbi said, in fact, except for the Avalon people, whether it is the Iris people or the Star Antimony people... even the Parthians east of the desert, they already have their own forces in the southern continent.
This is normal, after all, many materials for rituals, potions, and poisons come from the southern continent.
Avalon previously restricted the development of other paths, so it doesn't care about these resources.
However, Xingtan, who possessed transcendence, balance, and love; Iris, who possessed adaptability and love; and the ancient Parthian Empire, which also possessed transcendence and adaptability, were all very short of these materials.
I'll mention this to Isabel the next time I see her. It's not urgent, but businessmen are slow to act. It'll take at least a few professional research reports to convince people...
While Aiwass was thinking, several people in the house came out.
Bram and Rabbih had triangular light shackles on their necks and hands that were very familiar to Aiwass - that was the restraint spell of the Path of Authority, which they implemented through divine magic.
Unlike Rabbih, Bram's spirit had clearly withered, and he was biting a pillar of light in his mouth, which made him unable to speak. His mouth was sunken inward, a symbol of his toothlessness.
Asking a person to bite a pillar with no teeth... It seems that the elves are not as kind and weak as Aiwass thought.
Seeing this, little Rabbih walked over nervously and asked in fluent Elvish, "Excuse me, what's going on? Why are they taking my grandfather away with them?"
"He also committed a crime."
Pure White replied, "He cursed Zumaidi."
"...Didn't Zumaidi forgive him?"
Hearing this, little Rabbih frowned slightly and looked at the red-skinned Zumaidi.
Only at this moment could it be seen that he was indeed the young heir to the tribe.
Zumaidi shook his head, bowed, and waved his hands in fear. His face was covered in sweat and he made gibberish sounds.
But the old Rabbih stopped his explanation with just one simple sentence and made the young Rabbih look at him.
The old troll murmured a few words of admonition.
Then he lowered his head and looked at Aiwas and the others, and said in fluent and standard Avalonian: "Of course Zumaidi forgave me. I just went to hide away to avoid the limelight."
"To avoid the limelight?"
Aiwass was stunned for a moment.
Bram has been arrested, so why should he hide from the limelight?
But this old troll was no simple man, and Aiwass did not dare to completely ignore his words. He could only keep them in mind.
The last person who made Aiwass feel this kind of pressure was his adoptive father, Professor Moriarty.
"Don't worry about the damage to the building here. The bishop will come to repair it later. If you're interested, you can take a look. If not, you can ignore it for now..."
Pure White whispered to Aiwass, "I'll go see Janice tomorrow... If you want to come, you can. It's just right for me to be a notary."
After eating Aiwass's dates, she now obviously values Aiwass very much. Even when it comes to such a private conversation, she is willing to take Aiwass with her.
However, as "a" notary... this actually implies that Sherlock and Lily cannot go with them.
"Okay, I'll definitely come."
Aiwass nodded without hesitation and responded happily.
He never misses an opportunity to see something exciting.
Then the team arresting the criminals left in front of Aiwas.
But just as they passed each other, the old troll suddenly spoke and whispered in Avalon: "You are much stronger than your father."
"……What?"
Aiwass was stunned for a moment.
He glanced at Sherlock to confirm that old Rabbi was talking to him.
He suddenly turned around and looked at the old troll's back.
my father?
Which father of mine do you know?
Is he referring to the priest Julio, or... Professor Moriarty?
If it was the former, how could he possibly know old Rabbih?
And if it was the latter... Aiwass really didn't feel that he deserved the evaluation of being "much better than Professor Moriarty".
But old Rabbih didn't explain. He left with his back hunched, following the Saint and the Papal Guards. Young Rabbih waved to Aiwass and followed his grandfather out.
"Did he mean Professor Moriarty?"
After he left, Sherlock whispered, "Professor, have you been to the Southern Continent?"
"...I actually suspect," Aiwass stared at the old troll's back, "that the Controlled Fire Movement is related to him."
——A brief death, or a solidified life.
Through fierce but meaningless resistance, he resisted the fate of Ningpo itself.
As long as the once calm lake turns yellow and turbid... the water within will naturally surge and flow. This is a fire that forces everyone to leave their positions... but it is also a controlled fire.
Aiwass was thinking, while Sherlock beside him also lowered his head to think.
After a moment, Aiwass put his arm around Sherlock's shoulders and said, "Alright, forget it. Let's go get something to eat first... It seems like Her Highness the Saint has left the three of us here."
"She's probably anxious to ask about the troll. This is serious business."
Sherlock said casually, "Where are we going after dinner? To find Miss Freya, or... that man?"
"Let's go find my sister first. Master Janice should be there too."
Aiwass replied, "If Her Highness Pure White doesn't handle this well, we might not see Master Janice again after tomorrow. Let's meet her once before she reacts."
"good."
Sherlock nodded as well.
Although the flow of people in the fifth ring is very sparse compared to the first ring.
There were plenty of restaurants around, and they soon found a curry shop owned by a lizardman. Lily had never tasted this kind of food before, but Sherlock had eaten it when he traveled to Iris, so he skillfully ordered the mild spicy version.
And Aiwass ordered the spicy version without hesitation.
It had to be said that the Theocracy was far superior to Avalon in terms of cuisine. After all the years he had lived in Avalon, Iris cuisine was still his favorite. He had never quite understood Ligeia's gusto for fried chicken and fish... Even iris dishes, he found bland.
Of course, there was also a reason for this, which was that the price of spices in Avalon was relatively high. After all, Avalon could only buy spices from the Star Antimony and Iris people, and could not buy them directly from the goblins.
However, as Avalon opens up trade routes in the southern continent, this phenomenon may change.
...There will be some changes. Probably.
Aiwass wasn't so sure either.
They didn't know Freya's exact location, but Aiwass, as the Archbishop, had considerable influence in the Theocracy. They simply asked a few elves who looked like they might know her, and they easily found a clue.
The helpful elves were very willing to help Aiwas, so they took turns relaying and changing four groups of people to escort them to their destination.
But it was obvious that when these elves were chatting on the road, their comments about Freya seemed a little strange:
"Ah, that weirdo... Actually, I don't communicate with her that much."
"Archbishop, are you going to treat Miss Freya?"
"Freya might not be awake at this hour. If she is, you can come to my research institute, which is right next door."
They soon arrived at Freya's research institute.
It is called a research institute, but from the outside it looks like a huge wooden villa.
After politely declining the enthusiastic elf lady's invitation, Aiwass still accepted a bag of fruit that she fed him.
It was a soft, purple-red fruit that looked like a nectarine or a pear. It seemed to be a new variety they had researched.
It smelled quite pleasant, but Aiwass had just seen a similar red sphere in the glass of wine that Bram had drunk from, and now thinking about it, he felt a little nauseous.
After bidding farewell to the elf researcher in white robes, Sherlock, who had remained silent, finally complained:
"...It's past twelve o'clock and you're still not awake?"
"It's really a bit outrageous..."
Aiwass nodded, his expression a little strange: What kind of summer vacation schedule is this?
He became interested in his "sister" whom he had never met.
And... does she have any old illness or injury that requires the Archbishop's treatment?
Even the passing elves thought she needed the Archbishop's personal treatment...
Thinking of this, Aiwass knocked on the door of the villa.
Two chapters in a row, 6,000 words!
The cat went out to look for food, to find lunch...
(End of this chapter)
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