Aiwass felt that if he had not revealed his affinity with unicorns, Gray would have planned to let Pegasus carry him.
As the spokesperson of the Pope, she is obviously very well-known in the Eternal Theocracy... It is estimated that she is much more famous than Aiwass in Avalon. With her identity, she leads Aiwass up one ring at a time.
Leaving will only make Aiwass famous. And she can also feel that Aiwass is not the kind of person who likes to be famous.
This is probably the reason why she brought three groups of papal guards. On the one hand, "seven" is the sacred number of the Silver Crown Dragon; on the other hand, this is essentially to let these papal guards give Ai
Wentz and his entourage acted as drivers.
As they ascended straight up, iridescent light flowed around the unicorn, and golden light flowed around the Pegasus. As these lights formed a translucent cover, blocking the cold air... Aiwass didn't even feel it at all.
To the oncoming cold and impact of the airflow.
It didn't take long for their group to reach the thirteenth floor.
We are already high in the sky, and the pure white clouds are so close to us, as if we can reach the ceiling.
Logically speaking, when you reach this altitude, you should feel cold and lack of oxygen.
However, Aiwass didn't feel any strange at all - he even felt that his oxygen had become more abundant.
As soon as he stepped onto the Thirteenth Circle, Aiwass clearly felt a completely different atmosphere and layout from the First Circle.
Compared to the sun-drenched first ring, the natural lighting here is much weaker. But there are torches everywhere, so it is illuminated like a big library.
The torch burned quietly with a crimson flame without shaking.
It's as if these flames don't feel the vibration of the airflow at all. They are as stable as a texture.
The main color here is tan.
The space here is very wide, even larger than a football field at first glance. Not far from where they landed, there were many tables and stools, as well as a large number of bookshelves. They were all made of wood, with the same color tone as the floor.
Matching.
But there are very few elves here.
It was sparse, with only about a dozen people. Each table could support at least four people, but all the elves sat at one table. The candles on every occupied desk were lit, and these elves stayed here quietly.
looking at a book.
Even if they saw the Pope's Guards and Her Royal Highness the Saint from a distance, no one stood up, and they even showed no expression at all.
They just stretched out their hands to touch their foreheads and shoulders, and nodded slightly - this was considered a salute. Some even didn't even look at them, just looking down at their books.
Sherlock's eyes suddenly widened: "So...do elves usually get along with each other like this?"
——This is almost impossible in Avalon.
Her Highness the Saint's status is probably higher than that of Minister Moriarty. Let alone Minister Moriarty, if any minister appears somewhere wearing armor and riding a griffon, he will immediately become visible.
focus.
"This is normal...Mr. Hermes."
Gray said personally: "Because strictly speaking, we elves do not have any class differences. People respect me or the Pope's guards just because they respect His Majesty the Pope; they respect His Majesty the Pope because everyone respects their faith
…and respect for the Nine Pillars.
"I am a spokesperson, but I am only a spokesperson. In fact, I don't have much power."
——Not necessarily.
Aiwass added secretly in his mind.
The Eternal Theocracy is essentially a large-scale favor society, and Her Royal Highness the Saint's favor is obviously quite valuable...
The elves have weak desires and an obvious excess of output. When their daily needs are completely met, the only need they have is to hope that "others will do something specifically for them."
In other words, it is the buying and selling time.
This "time" is the currency of the Eternal Theocracy.
Seeing Sherlock and Lily being gently put down from the Pegasus by the guards, Aiwass also subconsciously wanted to get off the unicorn. But Gray hugged Aiwass's waist with his backhand and pulled him back.
Pulled back.
"Don't run around, Aiwass."
Gray said seriously: "The Thirteenth Circle is a large space and the architecture is complicated. If you get lost, it will be difficult for me to find you. Since Lord Pansy can accept your touch, you can stay here with peace of mind.
With."
"...What about Sherlock and Lily?" Aiwass was a little dissatisfied for a moment.
It wasn't that he felt uncomfortable sitting on the unicorn's back... mainly because the Gray Saint was too close to him.
Before, Aiwass would not have any reaction to this, and he would probably lie back comfortably. But now that he has confirmed his relationship with Isabel, he feels like sitting here on pins and needles.
"As long as you're here, they won't run around."
Gray replied calmly.
You really shouldn't say it... you're really right. Aiwass thought to himself.
Soon, Aiwass knew why Sherlock and Lily were put down.
After they all passed through an emerald green light curtain, the papal guards bowed and left. The saint led them through the corridors with increasingly complex terrain.
This corridor looks like one ring after another that keeps moving inward... like a snail's shell. And the place where they just landed is the entrance to the snail's shell.
As they continued deeper inside, Sherlock discovered that this floor seemed to be filled with all kinds of books.
The corridors here are not narrow, they are about as wide as a museum exhibition hall... and there are a lot of tables and chairs in every place.
As they walked forward, they could see specimens one after another fixed in the air by several rings of light.
"Dragon's Heart Cross Section-Sample A1"
"Adult Smaur Manticore-Sample G2"
"Cannibal Rabbit and His Family-Sample A1"
…
Sherlock was dazzled.
In a daze, he felt like he was back in his childhood...the feeling he had when he visited the museum for the first time. He also understood why Her Royal Highness the Saint didn't let Aiwass run around.
——If it weren’t for following Aiwass, he would have wanted to run away!
After walking forward for a while, after passing a green screen, there were still various books around, but the style of the specimens changed.
"Lunar Calendar Year 1765-Steam Engine Prototype (Human)"
"Lunar Calendar Year 874 - Stone Golem First Generation Machine (Human)"
"Lunar Calendar Year 322 - Light Forge Furnace Prototype (Dwarf)"
…
Why a monthly calendar? What does a monthly calendar mean?
A doubt came into Sherlock's mind.
But as he continued to move forward, he began to see something completely different from before -
"Amber Calendar Year 3266 - Elixir of Life (Snake Man)"
"Amber Calendar Year 4315 - Heroes' Banquet (Dragon)"
"Amber Calendar Year 2389-Crystal Guard (Elves)"
This is……
An invention before the birth of Eternal Self!
Sherlock's curiosity was instantly filled!
He finally understood what the thirteenth circle meant.
It carries almost the entire history of the elves so far.
But Sherlock didn't know about the intersection of the Amber Calendar and the Lunar Calendar. He saw the last invention, which was the water purification device invented by the Lizard Man in the Amber Calendar 6449.
Putting it this way, it seems that the history of elves is less than ten thousand years?
In terms of the lifespan of elves, it is actually more than ten generations...
Just as Sherlock was thinking this, they passed by a green light curtain again.
This area is even quieter than the previous area.
Sherlock couldn't help but open his eyes slightly.
Not only him, but also Lily paused subconsciously. Even Aiwass held his breath.
Because there are densely packed crystal sculptures here.
Some people are painting, some are sculpting, some are farming, some are dispensing medicine, some are writing... everyone is keeping working. Some are red, some are yellow
, some are purple...even the colors of the gems are completely different.
And all these crystal sculptures are all elves.
Written below them are their names, dates of birth, and...the time and reason for Ningpa.
Suddenly, Aiwass saw a somewhat familiar figure from behind.
He couldn't help but call in a low voice - it was too quiet here, just like a library. He would subconsciously lower his voice:
"...Master Yanis?"
"Um?"
Hearing Aiwass' call, Yanis, who was standing quietly in front of a painter's sculpture, suddenly turned around in surprise: "Aiwass...?"
Chapter 2 is about six o'clock! It's already a few hundred words long. I'll post it when I finish it.
