At eight o'clock in the morning, Sherlock hurried to the Palace of Silver and Tin.
When the great detective who had been missing for several months reappeared, it immediately aroused people's attention. Before he even stepped onto the steps of the Palace of Silver and Tin, the news had already stepped onto the steps of the newspaper office.
When he walked to the Queen's study, he saw Aiwass sitting leisurely on the Queen's seat.
He crossed his legs, leaned back on the chair, and hummed an opera tune happily.
"Yo, here we come."
Aiwass said with a smile: "Long time no see, great detective."
"I knew it was you who called me."
Sherlock said angrily: "What do you want from me, dear Minister Moriarty?"
"It's not a big deal. I just want to see if you are dead. Now it seems that everything is going well. It's really great."
Aiwass raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a sly smile.
——It’s hard, the fist is hard.
Sherlock gritted his teeth.
However, he still heard the stinky fox's concern for him, so he didn't say anything and sat elegantly and silently on the seat opposite.
When he didn't see Aiwass and Isabel during the promotion ceremony, his heart suddenly sank.
It's not that I'm worried about myself.
With Sherlock's pride, even if he is just a weak child, he will never shrink from a place like this. His main concern is Isabel... Although Her Majesty the Queen has grown up now, the promotion ceremony from three to four is too much.
It's too dangerous. If you die here, you will most likely die in reality.
If something happens to Her Majesty the Queen, Avalon will be in trouble.
Even in the full moon ceremony, the extraordinary beings are definitely not in love with each other. Not to mention that there are at least three failed places. The extraordinary beings each have different identities and positions, and they have to find ways to get rid of their own rejection paths.
Otherwise, if you are not careful, you will be deducted points for unintentionally helping the other party complete the task.
"Now you see, I am healthy. Can I go? There is still a backlog of cases.
"By the way, are Director Kent on the same page as you? I heard that he failed for promotion today. He suffered four fatal wounds and was chopped with blood. He fucked three bishops and kept spinning for two hours.
It was with great difficulty that he was able to hang his life up. It is estimated that he will have to recuperate for at least a year or two."
When Sherlock said this, he suddenly sneered: "Oh, that's not right. I guess it must be more than just this... Since you, a stinky fox, specially called me here, there will probably be some trouble."
"Maybe... not?"
Aiwass smiled, obviously in a happy mood: "It's just a heart-to-heart talk - isn't it?"
Sherlock paused slightly, with a subtle expression: "Speak directly if you have something to say."
"Do you know anything about...Huan Tiansi?" Aiwass asked.
"I've heard a little bit about it."
Sherlock nodded: "He is the son of the Snake Father. The Tiansi of the End, the Tiansi of the Infinite... The ceremony in which Ms. Ligeia was reincarnated should be the power of the Huantiansi. Is there something wrong?"
"I got new information from this promotion ceremony."
Aiwass crossed his fingers in front of him, lowered his crossed legs, leaned forward slightly, and asked seriously: "I heard that Huan Tiansi had a name in the past, called Samsara Tiansi.
"Before the [Cicada Slough] incident, Ouroboros was a self-destructive Tiansi and a resurrected Tiansi, belonging to the path of balance. Later, after the Cicada Slough incident, he obtained the [Endless Knot] and became the path of transcendence.
Tiansi."
"...I really have never heard of this statement."
Sherlock pondered, searching his memory carefully: "Indeed there is none."
“Have you ever heard of the saying ‘history is torn apart’?”
"——"Multiple Histories"?"
Sherlock asked rhetorically.
"That's right," Aiwass nodded, "It is said that after the [Cicada Slough] happened, history fell into pieces and could never go back to before [Cicada Slough]. And what we are in is only one of the histories, and there are more histories.
It’s divergent.”
"This is the theory of multiple histories."
Sherlock nodded and explained: "This is one of the two explanations given by scholars when explaining why past and future events appear in the dream world. Among them, scholars of multiple history theory believe that history is not unique. We do not
Not at the front, nor at the back.
"Multiple histories are divergent. The Nine Pillars God constantly deduce a 'best past' through the promotion ceremony, solidifying the past into a line; and I think that the promotion ceremony is not so much about anchoring the past.
You are deducing the future...but listening to your words, it seems that there is something else?"
"Yes," Aiwass nodded, "According to the information I got here, it seems that both the future and the past are uncertain. Both of these statements are not entirely correct, but they are both correct."
"...That would be interesting."
Sherlock thought for a while.
He suddenly said: "When you ask me this, you probably want to ask me...can you tell Aiwass about this?
"——My answer is, I think it is okay. He knows more secrets than us, don't hide it from him. Even if this may be a trap... it is better to die sober than to live confused."
Hearing Sherlock's words, Aiwass's expression became a little strange.
She was silent for a while, then her whole body shattered like a bubble, and she became Isabel again.
"...When did you find out?"
Isabel was a little confused: "Have you seen through the [Cunning Spell]?"
"No, I have not seen through your Majesty's illusion at all."
Sherlock said calmly: "But I know that that stinking fox will definitely not ask me to talk. He always speaks directly and never says vague things."
"...He obviously said similar things to me."
Isabel was a little regretful: "I still want to wait until he comes in and see Aiwass in the house."
Sherlock hesitated to speak.
He had something to say, but he didn't dare to say it.
"...Anyway, don't hide anything from him."
Sherlock added: "It is better for him to know than not to know - smart people and fools cannot be treated the same way. If Aiwass is a fool, then I will definitely support not letting him think nonsense. But he is a smart man. Even this
It may be a trap, but I have to believe that Aiwass can get out of it on his own."
"Well, I understand."
Isabel sincerely thanked you: "Thank you, Sir Hermes."
"My pleasure, Her Majesty."
Sherlock bowed his head respectfully and replied.
On the other side, Aiwass was in the courtyard of the Palace of Silver and Tin.
He was feeling the warm sunshine in the spring morning, half-kneeling on the ground facing the sun.
Aiwass clasped his hands and fingers, closed his eyes and prayed, chanting in a low voice - the golden warm light radiated from his body, illuminating the entire grassland. Through the light curtain, Aiwass could be vaguely seen
Behind him, there is a transparent ring made of condensed thorns, which is slowly rotating. It has a complex crown-like pattern, looming.
That was the thorn of sin entangled in Si Zhu's body.
The gryphon and the white horse lay lazily on the ground, feeling the heat surging inside their bodies.
When Aiwass finished praying, they came up to him enthusiastically and rubbed against Aiwass.
Aiwass smiled lightly and touched the chin and face of the white horse he was going to take away later, and suddenly looked towards the lake.
"Excuse me...is something wrong?"
The next moment, a beautiful goddess holding a silver-white staff walked out of the lake wetly.
She has waist-length wet blue-silver hair, long elven ears, and eyes as clear as sapphire. She looks about sixty-seven years like Shafiya, and she looks about thirty years old. Her clothes are soaked
It was translucent, and the lake water dripped on the bare feet.
"...Ms. Morgan?"
Aiwass raised his eyebrows and asked.
Morgan was about to introduce himself, but when he heard Aiwass' words, he was a little surprised: "You know me?"
"I've heard a little bit...after all, you are also the mother of Knight Mordred."
Aiwass said with a smile.
"That child..."
Hearing this, the corners of Morgan's mouth raised slightly, and he chuckled with some nostalgia.
When she looked at Aiwass again, her eyes suddenly became much friendlier.
"Someone asked me to find you...guess who it is?"
"Lancelot...I?"
"How smart. I like you more and more now."
Morgan smiled and said: "He told me he was a handsome priest. I was still thinking...it's not easy to find. But I didn't expect that almost everyone on the Glass Island knows you...I haven't been back for a few years."
Look, I didn't expect Avalon to produce such an outstanding young man.
"Lancelot asked me to give you a gift...what do you think of me?"
"...I have a girlfriend."
Aiwass took half a step back and said with some vigilance.
As a phantom of the path of love and an apostle of Shadow Tiansi, he would not be surprised by any of Morgan's actions.
Sure enough, she smiled even more happily when she heard this: "Wouldn't that be more exciting?"
Seeing Aiwass's more vigilant expression, she waved her hand: "It's so cute... Oh, I'm just kidding. Don't be so afraid, I can be considered half of your ancestor."
I don't think so, Aiwass thought.
For the phantoms on the path of love, those trivial ethical relationships may actually be called delicious condiments.
"Don't be afraid. I'm not here on my own behalf this time. I have to report to Lancelot when I get back."
Morgan said with a smile, raised his staff and shook it at Aiwass: "Okay, here is my gift... I hope you like it.
"Then see you later, handsome young priest. Oh, by the way, I have a message for you - Lancelot said that he likes you very much and hopes to meet again in the future."
……Um?
Aiwass was stunned for a moment.
What did you give?
He did not exude the radiance of the path, and he did not feel the feeling of being eroded or changed by power.
There wasn’t even any prompt from the system... Did you really give it? Don’t be fooling me, right?
"You'll find out soon enough."
Morgan smiled, put a finger in front of his lips, and showed a meaningful smile: "It won't take long."
But in the brief moment when Aiwass was confused, Morgan simply retreated into the lake and melted away like snow.
