Chapter 1174: Cold, Wet, and Slippery
Aiwas closed his eyes and gently touched the black lines on the back of his right hand with the tentacles of his soul, savoring the power that came from the contract.
As a priest with advanced divine powers, Aiwass was very familiar with the fact that "the power and will of others entered his body."
If the power of the Candlestick is a flame accompanied by spices, smoke and warmth, and the power of the Lord of Scales and Feathers is a sticky, sweet, syrupy darkness... then the power of the Abyss Sky Master reminds people of a giant octopus.
It's cold, wet, and slippery, with a faint fishy smell, and there are tiny suction cups where it touches the soul.
If the contact lasts too long, there will be a feeling of being entangled by tentacles. And the longer the contact, the stronger the feeling of tightness and moisture.
When Aiwass withdrew his spiritual sense, the illusion quickly dissipated. It was like waking from a dream and everything in the dream quickly dissipated.
This proves that Yuan Tiansi was not actually paying attention to Aiwass, nor did he notice that his contract had changed.
As Aiwass closed his eyes to reflect, Sherlock and Ligeia approached. Following them obediently and silently were three ritualists transformed into demons.
Sherlock and the others saw from afar the other people who were still petrified and laughing, as well as the fat benefactor who had died with a distorted expression.
A look of terror crossed his face, his entire body twisted and struggling, his hands clenched tightly. His neck arched back, his face bruised and his expression distorted. His pupils, like those of a dead fish, were bulging and cloudy, dotted with blood. His mouth, gaping like a fish drowned in the wind, overflowed with a little pink foam.
"What an easy death, this bastard."
Ligeia said fiercely, "I want to torture him even more."
Hearing this, Aiwass raised an eyebrow: "He just died. How about I revive him and you kill him again?"
"That's not necessary..."
"Strange," Sherlock examined the body and frowned slightly, "Why is he..."
"What's wrong?"
Aiwass turned around.
Shylock said bluntly: "He drowned—in that position, silently, in the sand, among the rocks. Did you do it?"
"Of course not. But he just terminated his contract with Yuan Tiansi, so maybe that has something to do with it."
Aiwass said, showing Sherlock the black lines on the back of his right hand, and chuckled softly, "Although I don't have the level of the Twilight Path...but now I can be considered a good master."
"How does it feel?"
Ligeia asked curiously, "Can you squirt?"
"No—signing a contract with Yuan Tiansi is like being crawled upon by an octopus," Aiwass said bluntly, "It's a bit disgusting."
"That would be a nice experience for people in the desert."
Sherlock commented, "At least it's not too dry."
For those who have lived in the desert since birth, they probably have no idea what an octopus or the ocean is. The sudden feeling of being enveloped by a cold, damp air may be a gift from the gods.
"but……"
Sherlock frowned. "Why would you... touch this power?"
Ligeia also listened quietly.
It is obvious that both Shylock and Ligeia...the two people born in Avalon, feel resistance and discomfort with the power of the Good Lord.
And Aiwas simply told the two of them what he had learned from Afshin.
Sherlock immediately understood why the man looked so dead.
"...I see. No wonder, even though the Benevolent Lordship is hereditary, there aren't two generations of Benevolent Lords in a city at the same time."
Sherlock understood. "No wonder the Good Master is so good at all the rituals, but his level of Twilight Path isn't very high... It turns out this profession requires one-on-one inheritance."
"But I think..."
Ligeia was not happy with Aiwass's choice.
As a former Grand Arbiter, she offered another idea, more in line with "order" and "rules": "Wouldn't it be better to hand this job over to the common people of this city? You've already received this mark, so it's hard to withdraw. But if you leave, how will the people here get water?"
"—No, I don't think so!"
Shylock spoke rapidly, "Based on my observations and analysis of the Parthians, if they truly grasped the power of the Good Lord—I mean, regardless of whether the recipients of this power were commoners or slaves—they would ultimately become entirely new Good Lords, and nothing would change. This is because they don't want to erase the Good Lord or abolish slavery. They've never seen freedom; they simply want to become slave owners themselves. So, if we were to hand this power over to him, Lady Ligeia—"
“…We would become accomplices.”
Ligeia reacted.
"We can indeed become benevolent rulers temporarily and manage this city."
She looked at Aiwass: "But, if we leave...what are you going to do, Aiwass?"
"It's very simple," Aiwass looked up at the dim yellow sky and said softly, "Just pull Yuan Tiansi down."
As long as we get the authority of Yuantiansi, we can truly change all this.
And that was what he was supposed to do.
"...The Tail Ring Ritual? Are you going to initiate it yourself?"
"There's no need for me to initiate this. 'Water' is the only hard currency in the desert, and slaves are essentially secondary currency used to exchange for water. And each benefactor has limited access to water, which is the fundamental reason why their influence cannot expand indefinitely."
Aiwass said slowly, "Someone will definitely activate the Tail-Bearing Ring, and it will definitely be Yuan Tiansi. The Water War has begun... The Good Lord wants more water, and the rebels also want enough water. As long as the knowledge of the Tail-Bearing Ring ritual is introduced, someone will definitely perform the ritual - this is also the reason we are here, isn't it?
"Although the arrival of the Abyssal God will cause the desert to turn into an ocean, resulting in the deaths of millions or even tens of millions of people, on the other hand, if it is well guided and protected, this water can actually change everyone's life."
"Give them unlimited water..."
Sherlock pondered, "That's a good idea. It sounds like some kind of economic war, causing the country's money to depreciate massively, thus turning the rich into paupers. Simply by causing the money to depreciate at a hundred or a thousand times the rate, wealth will evaporate at a hundred or a thousand times the rate."
"If everyone becomes a pauper, then there will be no difference between the rich and the poor. But in Anxi, it is 'everyone gets water', which means everyone becomes rich..."
interesting.
Sherlock's eyes lit up.
He looked at Aiwass and said firmly, "I'll help you - what do you want to do?"
(End of this chapter)
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