Chapter 702: Farewell Sherlock
March 6, morning. Fifth Ring.
Sherlock opened his suitcase and checked his carry-on luggage again.
He turned around and looked at Aiwass who was eating breakfast. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards, and it was unclear whether it was respect or sarcasm. "Our honorable Pope... You are sure that I am no longer needed, right?"
He also has a headache now.
He had come here to do basically nothing. Aiwass could solve the problem, as if he had just come here to get a tantra book... This made him feel a little overwhelmed.
Fortunately, I have finished reading the "Secret Sutra of Foolish Songs", so at least I didn't waste too much time.
However, the roommate who originally accompanied him on the business trip suddenly went out, and when he came back he became the Eternal Pope - this development was still a little confusing.
It was Aiwass who had to explain to him that he was just a tool to help the Eternal Saint Grey take a place -
The mechanism of the Holy Crown is that it will begin to grow in reverse after being worn, but in fact it needs double the burning lifespan to maintain the normal operation of the theocracy.
Although theoretically, it wouldn't be a big problem for the current Pope to continue wearing the Holy Trinity. The other cardinals wouldn't reject this proposal... After all, Aiwass was essentially just a waiting man, filling the queue.
But allowing Aiwass to serve as Pope for half a year would only cost him a year of life. But for the current Eternal Pope, who could completely transform into a tree at any time, she only had less than a year of free time left.
Normally, after leaving office, the Eternal Pope becomes a "saint," then travels the world, happily embarking on his final pilgrimage. However, Pope Joan suffers from a condition called tree-like disease, which means she is destined to be unable to travel far on her own.
In the original timeline, by around this time next year, Ruoan's actions would become difficult.
In other words, after she burned more than 300 years of her life and retired gloriously, she only had less than a year left to live.
Of course, Aiwass didn't want to continue depriving her of the little time she had left.
"Although in my opinion, this matter has little to do with you..."
Sherlock complained, "But since you want to be kind, I won't stop you. You devotees are all like that anyway."
"...But if you need anything, remember to contact me. Mr. LeBlanc's address is here—if you need me, just write and start with 'Hard-working Mr. Hermes'. I'll know it's you."
As he spoke, he poked a piece of paper covered in fluent cursive writing on the table.
"——Those who are capable should do more work."
Aiwass casually said, "I can just cut myself off for a few months, so six months on the golden toilet won't bother me much. I'll just think of it as a retreat to level up... It's really hard to make further progress at a high level on the Path of Devotion. It's just a matter of mutual benefit."
Although the level of extraordinary skills is mainly increased by reading, and advancement is achieved by completing dungeons, the degree of compatibility with the Tao determines the upper limit of this path and the speed of Tao level increase.
After reaching a high level, the path of transcendence is the easiest to upgrade - because the desire to "upgrade" itself belongs to the path of transcendence.
But the path of dedication is difficult.
The more you give, the more you want to give... Unless you are born a saint, it is difficult to cultivate such a mentality.
Practicing the Dao through ordinary acts of devotion takes a long time to achieve. Only by performing a major act of devotion... such as imprisoning oneself for the Church or burning one's lifespan, can one level up relatively quickly.
"But... although I don't know how you're diligent, I still remember this sentence."
Before Selene could eat the note, Lily quickly snatched it away and handed it to Aiwass.
Aiwass glanced at the note. "Morris LeBlanc... I've got it. By the way, what are you doing going to Iris? Is it dangerous?"
"perhaps."
"……perhaps?"
Aiwass had originally only asked politely, but now he was taken aback: "With your strength, could there be any problem?"
Sherlock was now a genuine fourth-level transcendent. In this world, he was undoubtedly considered a high-level transcendent.
With this strength...as long as you don't confront certain forces head-on, at least you won't be murdered.
"How about I ask Ms. Honey Badger to write you a letter of introduction so that the Hawkeye Organization can connect with you?"
"That's not necessary. The one who might be causing trouble for my friend is Hawkeye's people."
Sherlock declined.
"What's your friend's name?"
"Arsene. Arsene de Vendôme."
"...someone from the Duke of Vendôme's family?"
Aiwass was a little surprised when he heard the name: "You know such a big shot?"
Iris now has three dukes, one of whom is Vendôme. What they have in common is that they all command a regiment and are generals or marshals at the same time as dukes.
"He's a son-in-law. That guy is a son-in-law."
Sherlock smiled. "His former name was Arsene Lupin. He was quite famous in Iris... He was a friend I met when I went to the opera there."
It seems a little familiar.
Aiwass thought about it, but still couldn't remember where he heard it from - but he was sure that he had never seen such an NPC or BOSS in the game.
That should be considered a small person.
"Well, be careful. If you're in danger... it's probably useless to contact me. But you can contact Isabel directly. She can contact me."
As Aiwass said this, he suddenly thought of something: "Oh yes, you can go find Edward! Brother is at the Iris Embassy now."
"Of course I do."
Sherlock smiled. "Don't bother telling me about this sort of thing—you're so much younger than me, yet you act like an adult."
He rarely put away his usual sarcastic tone and said softly, "See you later, Aiwass."
"Wait a minute—how long will you be gone this time?"
"At the fastest, it will take a month, at the slowest, it will take half a year. Don't worry, I will be there for your wedding with Her Majesty the Queen."
Sherlock picked up his wide-brimmed hat and bowed gracefully to Aiwass. "Farewell, Your Holiness the Pope—it's time for you to go to the 22nd Circle. It's not right to stay in a place like the 5th Circle all the time."
"Goodbye, Sherlock."
Aiwas nodded solemnly. "May the candle protect you, and may Heng love you. May the Lord of Scales and Feathers grant you a hidden blessing, allowing you to fly into the conspiracy without a single scale or feather being harmed."
"Thank you for your blessing, Your Holiness."
Sherlock smiled and left with his suitcase.
Aiwass looked at Sherlock's back from the window and suddenly felt a little melancholy.
But when Sherlock didn't even turn around, he just waved his hand, signaling Aiwass not to look anymore... Aiwass laughed again: "Why should I worry about such a smart guy..."
It's time to prepare for the ceremony.
A ritual of self-division!
(End of this chapter)
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