Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 1056 Magic Bullet Aiwass

By the time the carriage crossed Les Eygents and arrived at the Count's Palace of Orleans, the sky was already gradually brightening.

It was not yet five in the morning, but a few scattered figures could be seen on the road.

"…That young lady hasn't come back yet."

Yasen was a little worried: "Nothing will happen, right?"

Aiwass couldn't help laughing when he heard that: "Don't worry, she won't be in any trouble even if we get into trouble..."

Even in her traveling form, Aleister was a fifth-level peak Moon Child wearing a nun's suit. Her strength was higher than that of the Red Phase. As a Blood Angel, she also lost the common weakness of the Moon Child - when Aiwass tried to trick them into opening the door, he was actually opening the door for himself, not for Aleister.

And if Aleister fully activates his descending posture, grows blood wings and reaches the sixth energy level... then he will be able to completely crush the Moon Child. Not to mention, Aleister himself has a very high level of special attack against the Moon Child.

If the "perfect man" is based on Hengwo's original plan, and the transcendent posture based on Hengwo and the Blood Angel, the son of the Lord of the Banquet, as a template... then the "Blood Angel" is a combination of Hengwo, Banquet Angel, and Mist Angel through the power of the Fallen Angel.

That is to say, on the basis of the perfect man, the purification power of the Mist God was added, thus achieving a new balance.

"In this case……"

Aiwass fell into thought.

Aleister was so angry that he hadn't returned yet. Aiwass couldn't just switch to the beast of sin - if he pushed the position, Aleister outside would be squeezed out and disappear.

That's not good.

Now that we have started, we have to kill them all. It would be bad if they were left half alive and crying.

"Wait at the door?"

Sherlock asked, looking up.

"No need," Aiwass shook his head, his eyes deep, "I am more or less at the fifth level - let's go in."

"I'm still here, what are you afraid of!"

Yasen grasped the warm dagger at his waist - it gave Yasen more confidence.

At this time, the servants outside the carriage had been waiting for a long time.

The guest did not open the curtains, and they did not dare to go up and disturb him. They could only wait respectfully outside the carriage, and some had already gone back to report.

Although I don’t know why the Duke’s men would visit the Earl’s Mansion in the early morning...but since they are already here, what else can I do?

After all, everyone can recognize Bing Xingong's carriage... Now that the king of Iris is gone, the three grand dukes are still alive, and even the people in the dukedom live better than those outside. Even if they publicly declare that they are still dukes, the parliament dare not even fart... This is the value of the duke of military power.

At this moment, the carriage door opened. Sherlock and Arsene walked out one after another, followed by Aiwass dressed in a white robe as the Son of the Moon.

"grown ups……"

Immediately, a blood servant came forward and performed a complex and classical etiquette to the three people - especially Arsen: "We have reported it, and someone will be here to greet you soon..."

He didn't dare to ask Aiwass what they were doing here. Of course, he was not qualified to ask.

He didn't know who Aiwass and Sherlock were, but at least he knew Arsene de Vendôme.

He was once the most famous thief in Iris, a common idol of the lower class in Iris, and was once used by Hawkeye to recruit new "stars".

When he was most famous, he had the Iris police running around for three consecutive months. At one point, even twelve fourth-level police officers plus one fifth-level police officer were unable to catch him, and he managed to steal something. He was in the newspaper twice a week, and every time it was the front-page headline.

Whether it was the merchants of the Goblin Chamber of Commerce, the elven bishops of the Church, the great nobles of Star Antimony, the white gloves of Avalon, or the private guards of the ancient kingdom of Parthia, they had all experienced Yasen's mysterious appearances. Those high-ranking figures were also helpless against him.

Whether it is the ragged pickpockets in the back alleys or the rich girls in the Duke's mansion, they all like him.

He was also known for his amorous nature... When looking for a lover, he never looked at the other person's background or wealth, but only pursued beauty and romantic encounters.

——Such a guy who was famous for "resisting the big guys" was invited by the Duke to be his son-in-law, and suddenly became a big guy "with the word 'virtue' in his name".

If it were someone else, people would probably turn against him instantly and attack him strongly.

However, this was not the case with Yassen... because he really did not keep any money for himself. All the money he earned from stealing was distributed among the people. He had visited almost all the orphanages in Iris and secretly sent a few bags of money. Occasionally, there would be some gifts during festivals - it was said that no matter how well the doors and windows were closed, he could directly deliver the gifts to the tables of good children. Some parents also gave gifts to their children in this name... In almost any street in Iris, there would be at least one person who had received his kindness. For such a righteous man, people could only wish him happiness.

Now the Son of the Moon will not attack him, and Hawkeye is also on good terms with him; many parliamentarians have a good relationship with him, he is familiar to the three grand dukes, and his reputation among the people is the highest - although his strength is not that strong, but regardless of whether he has an appointment or not, he can open most doors with just this face.

Even though it wasn't the Duke's carriage, the servants didn't dare to neglect Yasen.

They respectfully opened the door for Yasen. There were always more than four servants escorting them in front of them, and six servants standing in a row behind them - that was to help people block bullets.

Some big shots would be assassinated by Hawkeye's men throwing knives at them when they got off the carriage. Therefore, during the journey from the carriage to the interior, the servants had to block the surrounding paths tightly, making it look as crowded as a fan meeting... There was no doubt that this was a special etiquette that only existed in Iris.

They were escorted to the door, and finally a man dressed as an aristocrat hurried over.

He was a boy who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old.

His appearance has a kind of almost androgynous beauty, and his short black hair that reaches his shoulders makes him look more like a cool girl.

"My name is Gaston d'Orleans, gentlemen."

The young man smiled and spoke in a clear voice, without a trace of fatigue in his eyes: "Dear guests, why do you come to visit at this time... We haven't prepared a meal to entertain the guests! Please come in quickly--"

As he spoke, he bowed gracefully and stepped aside to lead the way.

Rather than entertaining guests, it felt more like rehearsing an opera, with a strange yet harmonious sense of grandiosity.

If it weren't for the blood remaining on his lips, he would look like a teenager who had just woken up and started singing.

Yassen's eyes suddenly lit up with joy, and he smiled the same smile as Gaston.

He had completely forgotten why he came, and he took off his hat and said in return: "Good morning, Master Gaston! May the blood and energy cover the moonlit night..."

Gaston's eyes deepened for a moment, and he smiled and nodded to Yassen.

He led the three people into the Earl's Mansion, and turned back on the way to ask: "Sir Yasen, may I ask who these two are..."

"I'm Sherlock Hermes, a detective... from Avalon."

Sherlock also had a gentle smile on his face, and so did Aiwass. The smiles on the four people's faces were exactly the same, and it looked like they were copied and pasted.

And Aiwass's introduction startled Gaston: "I am Aiwass Moriarty. The former Eternal Pope."

Hearing this, Gaston paused.

——What are you?

He turned back to look at Aiwass in astonishment, and even the fake smile on his face couldn't be maintained for a moment: "Aiwass... Your Excellency..."

At this moment, he suddenly realized that Aiwass was also staring at him deeply.

--not good!
Gaston's heart suddenly tightened, and his pupils, which were originally dark red, suddenly became bright red.

He suddenly turned into a group of bats and flew away without looking back.

"What's up with him?"

Yassen was a little confused.

Sherlock also frowned and looked at Aiwass.

But at this moment, Aiwass suddenly raised his left hand. Blood was drawn from his fingertips and condensed into a small blood ball.

Then, it turned into a magic bullet——

Just like the magic bullet in the opera "Der Freiburg", it flew in twists and turns in the air, gracefully streaking through red light and piercing all the bats one by one.

It wrote lines of prayers in the air in beautiful Elven script:
[I respectfully invite the God of Mist, the God without eyes and words, the God without sun and moon]

[Please give me white mist to block the morning sun and condense the night dew]

(End of this chapter)