Chapter 89 Isabel is a little happy
After class, the group walked on the road.
They were all classmates who had grown close to Aiwass in recent days, and they were all excited to attend the ceremony, hoping Aiwass could take them to see the excitement and see the world.
And Aiwass also agreed generously.
"Honestly, Aiwass. I'm actually a little skeptical..."
Aiden, who was walking in front, turned around and complained, "Did the Supervisory Bureau shut down the White Dance Shoes Club because they wanted to use it for free as a venue for the commendation ceremony?"
"Who knows."
Angela beside him said with a smile: "After all, it's the end of the year, and the funds of the Supervisory Bureau have been quite tight recently.
"My mom told me that the funds approved by the Supervisory Bureau each year must be used up, but not too much more. So at the end of each year, we're either trying to spend money or save money... Anyway, last year's budget is definitely not accurate."
What she said is quite valuable.
Because of this girl with long dark blue hair and always smiling, her mother works in the Metropolitan District's Supervision Bureau 2.
The Metropolis District is located northwest of the Red Queen District, mirroring Lloyd's District, southeast of the White Queen District. It's further inland than Lloyd's District, which is adjacent to the port. Continuing northwest from the Metropolis District, you'll exit Glass Island and reach Garden City.
It was the largest district on Glass Island, also boasting the largest population and the busiest scene. Three supervisory bureaus were even established to ensure basic coverage. Unlike the rather unsafe Lloyd District, the Metropolitan District enjoyed excellent public security, abundant supplies, stable prices, and comprehensive amenities. Furthermore, its proximity to Garden City provided a pleasant environment.
In a sense, this is the main production and living area for ordinary citizens of Avalon living in the royal capital - it is not as chaotic and busy as the port area, nor is it as quiet and solemn as the Red and White Queen District near the island within the island.
A public horse-drawn carriage had recently opened there, and each carriage could carry nearly 30 people, making travel much more convenient.
Occasionally, some students would go to the metropolitan area to play - of course, it was definitely not as exciting as going to Lloyd's, the prices were much higher than in Lloyd's, and there were fewer frivolous things. But there were always timid students who were afraid of the stranglers in Lloyd's.
"This year, the Inspectorate's funding has been essentially transferred to the Lloyd's District. Inspectors willing to transfer to the Lloyd's District will receive an 80% salary increase, with a guaranteed 30% increase within a year."
Angela sighed, "Although Lloyd's Quarter is still quite dangerous, they gave too much."
"It's probably because the Stranglers in Lloyd's have been getting more and more crazy lately."
Another male student from the seminary sighed, "I heard they've started attacking the inspectors now, but I don't know if it's true."
“It’s probably true.”
Angela shook her head. "To be precise, they found the body of an Overseer who had been strangled. All his clothes had been stripped off, and all his belongings had been taken away. Even his eyes and tongue had been taken away."
At this point, the blue-haired girl's cheeks flushed slightly. "And the body found this time is quite impressive...his lower body was even cut off alive."
She turned to look at Aiwass behind her: "What do you think, Mr. Aiwass?"
"This shows that the Pelican Bar isn't the only place where ritual materials are sold."
Aiwas's calm voice came from not far behind them, explaining in a relatively polite manner: "This is a superior substitute for ritual materials. Generally speaking, male goats should be used, especially black male goats. Some demonologists will smoke and dry them with dried sage, and consume them to restore their vitality and dark mana. Using extraordinary people as materials can restore more mana..."
Although Aiwass tried to be tactful, everyone present was silent for a moment.
After a while, Aiden hissed softly, as if he were experiencing some kind of phantom pain.
"Where did you see that, Aiwass?"
Angela blushed slightly and asked curiously, "Did you see it when you went to the library?"
"—This is the knowledge from 'Common Ritual Studies', students."
An extremely familiar voice was heard, causing them to subconsciously shrink their necks and look in the direction of the voice.
The person who suddenly spoke from the front was none other than Ms. Meiya, who had just left the classroom after class. Compared to her previous attire, she only wore a silver mitre with three small candles on her head and put down the small bag that held her lesson plans and textbooks.
After class, Aiwass did not go to the White Dance Shoes Club immediately, but returned to the dormitory first and took the "Key Holy Sword" that Bishop Mathers lent him.
The assassin hadn't been killed. By adapting to Daotu's vitality, she should be able to recover by today.
In the crowd, Aiwass couldn't use the power of the shadow demon. If she came to seek revenge, it would be troublesome.
So Ives took the key.
He was now able to spend 33 Fire Mana to use the Holy Sword Technique that he used once a month. At least his life should be safe - anyone attending the commendation ceremony must be a big shot, right?
This is the Holy Sword Medal!
Among all the medals in Avalon, it ranks among the top three. It's even rarer in peacetime. Not to mention Aiwass's last name is Moriarty... A few old knights of the Round Table must be here, right?
In that case, as long as Aiwass can hold on, someone will come to rescue him.
It was precisely because Aiwass took a short detour that Ms. Maya, who also went back to get something, was able to get ahead of them.
"——Ms. Meiya."
The students greeted the kind and gentle lecturer politely and respectfully.
Meiya smiled casually, stretched out her right hand, and scratched the air. It was more like a cat's paw than a wave.
"If it's a transcendental being and the length is sufficient, you don't need to air-dry it. The fresh version is quite good and can be used as a medium to summon demons. However, in that case, the quantity required is quite large - at least one or two sticks are not enough. At least they need to be arranged in a circle, and there must be space in the circle to place offerings and write spells. Conservatively speaking, the length must be close to one meter to be sufficient."
Unlike the teenage girls, who were only eighteen or nineteen years old, Ms. Meiya, whose true age was unknown, was clearly not shy about the topic and even had a tendency to act like a hooligan. "This course is an elective, and you can start taking it as early as next semester. Not just you, I think students who are interested in becoming Overseers should also take this class. It will help them identify demonologists hiding in the crowd."
"At that time, you will have to repeatedly touch and confirm all kinds of ritual materials. There will be male and female special parts, as well as organs like the heart, brain, and liver. What are specimens, what are just organs, what are ritual materials - and what are human and what are animal. All of this will be tested.
"Oh, don't be shy... It's just like being a doctor. After touching the black box more often, you'll know what animals various materials come from just by touching them. Clergy is a profession with a wide range of knowledge and fields. Sooner or later, you will understand this."
"Did Ms. Maya also learn it back then?" Aiden asked curiously.
"Of course," Ms. Maya smiled and walked into the crowd. "I also graduated from here. My father, mother, and grandfather are all pastors. My parents met because of Master Candle, and they have a happy love. So they decided that we should all follow this path."
"What if the teacher has children in the future?" Angela suddenly asked.
"I have a child now, cutie."
Ms. Meiya, who looked to be in her early twenties, ruffled her hair and said something surprisingly natural: "She is already eight years old and attends elementary school in Red Queen District."
"Oh, I know that!"
Aiden was a little happy when the topic was mentioned: "Ms. Meiya came to my antique shop before. At that time, she was holding a little girl."
"Her name is Vivian. If I have the chance, I will take you to see her."
When this topic was mentioned, a gentle look appeared on Ms. Meiya's face, as if it was shining.
Aiwass was among the crowd, watching the scene silently.
...For some reason, Isabel suddenly popped into his mind.
He no longer remembers what his biological mother, Anne Alexander, was like. When he thinks of her now, the first thing that comes to mind is the version played by Lulu. That's the clearest memory he has.
He didn't know what kind of transcendent Anne was, or if she wasn't a transcendent at all. But she did sacrifice her life so that Aiwass could survive, and that's how she led the Hook Demon away.
Aiwass was grateful to her. That was a mother's sincere, resolute, and selfless love for her child.
They soon arrived at the White Dancing Shoes Club.
The place was still closed, with a security guard at the gate. From time to time, adults in suits and ties could be seen walking in from outside, heading straight for the White Dance Shoes Club.
Today, the club only allowed in prominent figures, along with media reporters and foreign guests. However, Aiwass quietly explained to the guard who approached him that he had brought these people with him, considering them his relatives and friends... and planned to welcome them all in.
"...Wait, Aiwass! Wait for me!"
As Aiwas' wheelchair was moving down the ramp and about to enter the door.
Isabel's voice suddenly sounded aggrieved from behind him: "And me!"
Lily stopped pushing the wheelchair and turned Aiwass slightly halfway.
Aiwass raised his eyebrows and saw Isabel, who had not been seen for two days, jogging towards him with her skirt lifted up.
She wasn't wearing her school uniform today, but a white dress. While not as formal as she had been the day she attended the banquet at Aiwass, she had also tried to wear as many accessories as possible, taking into account her mobility. Around her neck was her favorite pearl necklace with a citrine-carved rose.
She came anxiously, her waist-length light golden hair shining in the setting sun.
Aiwass's mouth curled up, and he looked sideways at Isabel, unable to help but chuckle. "I say...for such a small occasion, Her Royal Highness the Princess should be able to come in casually without my invitation, right?"
Isabel choked.
Her trot slowed down, and she finally stopped right in front of Aiwass.
“…Because I want to sit with them.”
As if she had finally thought of an excuse, Isabel’s eyes lit up: “I am also your friend, just like them—so I am friends with them too!
"I want to sit with my friends. I don't want to sit in the front row!"
"Come on, Isabel."
Aiwass chuckled, and Lily deftly turned the wheelchair back. She had become so adept at it that she understood his intentions without even needing Aiwass's instructions or orders.
Isabel hurried to catch up, just in time to hear the next sentence: "Today you are no longer Her Royal Highness the Princess of Avalon. You are merely a personal friend whom I have invited here. I leave you the seat closest to me... If you encounter any danger again this time, I will protect you."
...What about me?
Aiden's eyes widened.
—Wasn’t it agreed to be mine? I want to get a shot!
But he looked at Aiwass, then at Isabel, and wisely chose to remain silent.
Aiwass tilted his head slightly and whispered to Isabel beside him, a voice only they could hear: "Look, our original agreement was finally fulfilled. We entered the closed White Shoes Club again, and I helped you find friends who also love music and dance.
"Compared to those unknown and mixed people in the club, these aspiring pastors should be more reassuring friends, right?"
Hearing this, Isabel beside her suddenly blinked and tilted her head slightly to look at Aiwass.
What he meant by this...could it be that he doesn't want me to become friends with strangers?
Or did I understand it wrong?
For some reason, Isabel, who always longed for friends before, now felt inexplicably happy.
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This month, I will continue to work hard to update, let’s see how long this continuous update time can last!
Then thanks to the leader for feeding with the Morning Breeze Bell!
Thanks to Mafa Liao for feeding the Silver Alliance! ! Thank you very much, the cat kowtows, bang bang bang bang!
(End of this chapter)
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