Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 1050: If you can resist licking this, you are a god

When Aiwass summoned Aleister, Sherlock already understood his determination.

——That is the determination to never let someone go, even if it means killing someone by mistake.

Sherlock knew Aiwass well.

Aiwass is not a reckless and violent person...and if Aiwass made such a decision, it means that there may be some more pressing secrets behind this matter than the part he has already said.

Sherlock was curious about what it could be. But he wasn't going to waste precious time at this point.

To put it bluntly...it's just the Child of the Moon anyway.

They were originally monsters that preyed on humans, and they relied on usurping power to hide their identities and live in the Iris Kingdom. Moreover, as the Moon Children who believed in the Blood Sky Master, this group of Moon Children was even the most aggressive and aggressive of the Moon Children.

Not to mention the Earl of a few months' son - even if they were all killed, what would happen?

So Sherlock sorted out the information a little, wrote down the reasoning process and key data on paper, and then got on the carriage with Aiwas and Aleister.

He even glanced at the time before going out.

It is now 2:10 in the morning.

——The second batch of summary intelligence had not yet arrived, but Aiwass and Sherlock had already set off quietly.

They got on the carriage with the Duke's emblem and sped along the quiet and deserted streets. Even though the Moon Children were used to hunting at night, they did not dare to attack the carriage in the Duke's mansion.

It is a monster that claims to be a "perfect human embryo", believes itself to be more noble than humans, and lives by preying on humans... but now it is fleeing in panic under the threat of secular power. This is as ridiculous as the Moon Child being able to command other humans through secular power.

They are too integrated into society - with new strengths and new weaknesses.

In the dead of night, apart from some frightened Moon Children who turned into bats and flew away, there was hardly anyone to be seen. The empty streets seemed to be swallowed by darkness, and the carriages passed by at high speed like shadows.

The curtains outside were tightly drawn to prevent people from outside from seeing who was inside the carriage. And the carriage was definitely not completely dark - the nobles of Iris did not like to use new civilian electrical appliances such as electric lights, and the light source in the carriage was a relatively expensive alchemical light source. It was the leftovers of the failed "artificial sun" technology.

Sherlock looked at Aleister with a subtle expression.

This black-haired little girl, who was only twelve or thirteen years old, had an unruly smirk on her face that gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

It's like I've seen it somewhere before...

Her limbs were slender, white and fragile, and she wore a white robe in the style of a priestess of the Herasil Empire. Her long hair was spread out like silk, and her scarlet pupils gave people a feeling of being drunk.

"What's happening here?"

He calmly complained: "Have you finally crossed the taboo and started to turn living people into summons?"

Sherlock had seen Aiwass seal the earthbound spirit into a card before. It was a mysterious skill that he had never heard of, and it felt like the ability of the Path of Beauty, but Aiwass was an extraordinary person who was dedicated to and transcended the Path at that time.

At that time, Sherlock suspected that Aiwass would seal people into the Tarot cards sooner or later.

"What are you talking about?" Aiwass patted Aleister on the head and said calmly, "It's not like you haven't seen it before."

“…I have seen it before?”

"This is Aleister, my half."

Aiwass looked at Sherlock and said calmly: "You can think of her as another me..."

Aleister, who was curling his long hair with his fingers, smiled and said, "You can also think of me as another him - how about it, great detective?"

Listening to the familiar teasing tone of the "great detective"... Sherlock was finally able to determine what this thing was. In the past, Aiwass would always tease him like this.

"...What a lunatic."

Sherlock shook his head repeatedly: "Split off another self and make it your own summon... This sounds like..."

He stopped talking here.

What would this be like?

Hengwo? Mianzhu? Weizhe? ... Realizing that the big guys above him had also done this, Sherlock suddenly didn't dare to speak.

At this moment, Aleister suddenly noticed something and looked at the ceiling of the carriage. Then Aiwass also noticed it and cast his eyes upwards. At this time, Sherlock still didn't feel anything wrong... but through their sight, he caught the subtle curve above the carriage.

——There’s someone up there.

Realizing this, Sherlock suddenly became nervous.

He held his cane tightly - it was the cane sword he had made in Eagle Point Village, and it was his most reliable weapon until now. It was put away after Sherlock was placed under house arrest in the Duke's Mansion... and before Aiwass arrived, the Duke returned it to Sherlock.

But Aiwass and Aleister were not nervous.

Aiwass even reached out to lift the curtain and called out to the outside: "Do you really have to hang outside?"

"If there's thunder outside, you might act as a lightning rod."

Aleister added with a smile.

"…Are you saying that I'm prone to being struck by lightning?"

Yasen's helpless voice came from outside.

He turned around and got into the carriage from the top with great agility. He sat down next to Sherlock in the damp and cold night air, which made Sherlock show a disgusted expression on his face and move his butt to the corner.

"How did you come?"

Sherlock asked.

"Shouldn't I come?"

Yassen asked back.

"You shouldn't have done that," Sherlock said ruthlessly, "You're just holding us back."

"Hi..."

Yasen said with a bitter face: "Please be considerate of me. Dad told me to come here to help and not to embarrass the family... For this, he gave me this."

As he spoke, Yasen lifted up his coat and showed the blue-gray dagger on his waist to the others.

"Oh……"

The three people present exclaimed in unison, obviously recognizing it.

"The Sword of Vendôme."

Sherlock murmured, "Can I even give you something like this?"

"Angelique is more or less the head of the family today."

Yasen said dissatisfiedly: "What's wrong with me taking it?"

And Aleister couldn't help but say: "Sarastro - that's the name of the sword, right?"

"...That's right."

Yasen looked up in surprise: "You actually knew that?"

When he was lying on the car before, he had already heard the conversation in the car, so he also knew the true identity of this little girl - the incarnation of Pope Aiwass.

This made Arsen, who knew a little about theological stories, stand in awe.

According to his understanding of mythology, those who can do such things are the biggest of the big guys!

This shows what?
This means that Aiwass must be the future god!

If you can please the gods, you might even be able to get a position as an apostle! The soul doesn't have to be "recycled" but can live forever after death...

Anyone who sees this and doesn’t lick it must be a god!
(End of this chapter)