Aiwass came to the Central Observation Bureau this time and got unexpected information.
I couldn't ask where the troll's grandfather "Old Rabih" was... but I did find out the origin of the corpse dumped from the closet.
……perhaps.
Although Aiwass felt that this statement could only be half believed, judging from Pure White's unstable mental state, this seemed to be a reasonable development. At least in her knowledge, the person named "Glory"
It is indeed possible for the candidate saint of "Ya Blue Rose" to kill Bishop Mercedes.
"...Your Highness the Saint, are you okay?"
Aiwass looked at Chunbai's unhappy expression and asked softly.
Chunbai just covered her forehead and shook her head slightly: "It's not a big problem, it's just a headache. It's not getting worse."
Her bandaged eyes showed no emotion.
"Excuse me, that Gloria..."
Sherlock asked: "Who is he? Is he also your friend?"
He is not the kind of person without emotional intelligence - on the contrary, Sherlock has a very precise grasp of psychology.
The main thing is that someone has to ask this kind of question. Aiwass is not suitable for doing this kind of emotionally ungrateful thing, so I can only leave it to him.
"...No, Gloria is one of Mercedes' childhood friends. She doesn't know Yanis...she is a friend closer to Mercedes, and her relationship with me...is considered average.
.
"She may be a little jealous of me, maybe because I became a saint, or maybe because I have a good relationship with Mercedes. But I always thought she was a good child..."
Chunbai's expression was very complicated: "In this regard, Cardinal Loki is right. The chance of a candidate saint to become amber is indeed very high. There are many children like her who have Nana. I talk to them every week.
Go talk. The children I grew up with are all gone now... Gloria and Mercedes are the last two of my generation."
"Wait, this means..."
Lily, who had been watching for a long time, suddenly reacted when she heard this: "Master Yanis, were you also a candidate for a saint before?"
"No."
The pure white saint shook her head: "Such a saint needs to resonate with the Nine Pillars God, so she must learn the skills of the Nine Paths at the same time. Mercedes and I also started to know Yiannis from that time... taught at that time
Those of us who are involved in the art of girls’ beauty are Yanis’s mentor, Betina Diya Fanhua.
"... Gloria hasn't even reached this stage because she was eliminated too early."
"That is to say."
Hearing this, Aiwass spoke slowly: "Has she been in Ningpa for more than two hundred years..."
"Yes, Gloria is probably the person who has been anointed the longest in the Theocracy."
Chunbai nodded: "Gloria Ningpo has been around for almost two hundred years, and Mercedes and I have been taking care of her all these years.
"Since the onset of coagulation, Gloria's mind and age have stayed at that moment. From that time on, she was no longer able to engage in other jobs - because as long as the work is done, it must be repetitive and always
It may be annoying. And generally speaking, once amber occurs, it will basically become completely amber within a few months.
"Therefore, it is also a humane concern for the dying person to exempt the amber-curing person from all the work. Not to mention, there are always people who worry that spending too much time with the amber-curing person may lead to amber-curing themselves.
"Unlike Mercedes, Gloria's path of consecration was not very intense, so she could not become a bishop. So, she ended up becoming a poet and writer. I gave her a newfound mentor
, it’s Shidel Blue Rose.”
""Eighty Selections from the Collection of Poems by Shidel"?"
Sherlock thought of his Elvish language textbook and blurted out: "Is it that Shidel? So she is still alive?"
Her poems flexibly use every rhyme of the Elvish language, and have complex and standard grammar. They are catchy when read. After translation, they still have a sense of beauty and are easy to remember. Nowadays, many countries use Shidel's poems as elves.
language teaching materials.
Not even just Avalonians...she may be the most recognized elf in the human circle.
"Of course she is still alive," Aiwass complained. "Master Shidel is less than four hundred years old. Among elves, I am afraid he is not even middle-aged."
Hearing this, the saint also nodded slightly.
"Yes. I have some friendship with Master Shidel. In fact, if Yannis doesn't leave, I might also introduce Yannis to her.
"Perhaps it is because she still has something to do that she has not completely recovered. However, her pessimism has not been released, so the condensation on her body is very clear and has never improved...it can only be said to be slowly getting worse.
"
Chunbai lowered her head, looking a little disappointed, but not too sad: "It seems that she may not like our enlightenment. We forced her to stay in the human world, but it caused her even more pain."
"...So," Lily said, "did she decide to kill Bishop Mercedes who was accompanying her because she had been tortured by Ningpa for too long?"
"In that case, why would she put her body in my closet?"
Aiwass asked: "And why did you adopt that sacrificial gesture when you killed her?"
——Intuitively, Aiwass still felt that Bishop Mercedes was sacrificed to something.
Because the way she died was so strange, it really didn't look like she was out of control due to emotional excitement.
He just felt that the person who did it had a very clear will and purpose.
...But these are just guesses, and no one can get more clear evidence. At present, all they can know is that Gloria admitted that she killed Bishop Mercedes and committed suicide by jumping off the building in the air.
It condensed amber very quickly and shattered into gems when it hit the ground.
So after Aiwass asked back, he could only get a few people's silence in response.
"...Uh, uh uh uh uh..."
But at this moment.
The troll, who had been carefully keeping silent next to him, suddenly made a sound like he was enduring something.
Because the sound was like shit that couldn't be pooped out, and people couldn't help but frown when listening to it. But it made everyone stop discussing the conspiracy and turn their heads.
But at this moment, the troll curse mage named "Zumaidi", which means "bone paste", suddenly started sweating like rain.
His red skin looked like it had been soaked in hot water for a long time, and looked like it was inflamed and swollen, with clear beads of sweat leaching out on it at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In an instant, Zumaidi was sweating profusely, and the sweat beads quickly turned turbid and dark yellow.
Right at the door of the Central Observation Bureau, a strong fishy odor suddenly erupted from Zumaidi's body - the smell was like a rotting shark. The pungent smell of urine was mixed with the stench of rotten meat and a kind of seafood market
It smells fishy inside.
He finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell to his knees.
When the troll's tall body fell to his knees, Aiwass even vaguely felt the ground shake. Yellow beads of sweat sputtered out from his body, staining the originally white and high-tech ground as black as mud.
The troll wizard Rabih was suddenly startled, as if he had recognized something.
He said something loudly, then looked at Aiwass and Pure White, and shouted in Elvish language that was much smoother than Avalonian: "It's a curse, he is cursed! Save him!"
In fact, there was no need for him to ask for help.
Because just when Zu Maidi fell to his knees and the yellow sweat beads oozing out from his skin gradually turned into blood drops, Aiwass and Saint Pure White had already reacted.
"I would like to pay my respects to Si Zhu, the god whose holy number is three..."
Aiwass clenched the corona scepter in his hand and chanted in a low voice.
At the same time, the saint stretched out her right hand and spread her fingers.
Her aura suddenly became ethereal and peaceful, and a cool wind like a summer evening breeze blew around her.
The next moment, black wind blew out from around her.
Before Aiwass finished singing, the wind blew Zumaidi's heart out.
A black-red blood mist on his body was blown out by the wind, condensed into a rough black mist figure behind him, and then dissipated.
At this time, Zumaidi had stopped crying in pain.
And the aura of the Saint has once again become glorious and divine, like the scorching sun that cannot be looked directly at——
She raised her hand casually, and golden flames ignited on Zumaidi's body. The flames ignited instantly and then dissipated, like the flames that briefly ignited in a stir-frying pot.
Zumaidi breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body suddenly looked healthier.
At this time, Aiwass's first chant hadn't even ended yet.
He had no choice but to stop singing, and the flaming crown on his head gradually extinguished.
This is not because Aiwass sings slowly... there is no way he can catch up with this speed.
——Because it is not a prayer, but a "divination".
"Did you see that, Aiwass?"
Greyhound also obviously realizes that this is a good teaching.
She turned back to look at Aiwass and warned: "This is the 'advanced magic' you will learn in the future.
"It's not about asking the gods to listen and waiting for a miracle after praying. It's about connecting the gods who can perform miracles with yourself and using yourself as a medium to affect the material world. Once a specific relationship is achieved, there is no need to chant.
Release divine power. Whether it is an apostle, a heavenly priest or a pillar god, you can communicate with it and learn the corresponding advanced divine skills.
"——If you want to become a cardinal, you must at least resonate with at least one pillar god."
The saint spoke very seriously and meaningfully.
It was as if Gray was convinced that Aiwass could master advanced divine arts and would become a cardinal.
And she looked back at the three of them hugging each other to comfort each other, and she was in shock. She frowned slightly and said softly to Aiwass: "You have nothing else to do today, right?"
"If not, bring them with me... this is the blood curse."
"...blood curse?"
Sherlock heard a familiar term: "That's not something that can only be used on women..."
He still remembered that Lulu had been hit by this curse during the first promotion ceremony of "Fox" and "Lulu". Sherlock was deeply impressed by the viciousness of that curse.
"This is a modified curse. The definition of cursed 'poisonous blood' has spread from menstrual blood to the venous blood of the whole body. Therefore, once the curse is activated, it can immediately cause organ failure throughout the body. This is a curse that can cause death quickly. The releaser
At least he is a great wizard of the fourth level, and his purpose is not to torture but to assassinate... If Aiwass and I hadn't happened to be here, he would have been in danger."
Chunbai said seriously: "The person who was cursed before was Aiwass, and now he has become the troll who brought him to find people... Maybe they were discovered. But this troll who can speak Elvish seems to have some idea of the current situation.
."
It's not that she has forgotten the death of her friend, nor has she recovered from the violent act of Gloria becoming a murderer and then committing suicide out of fear of crime - but that there are more important things for her to deal with at the moment.
Even if there were only three trolls who smuggled in illegally, even if they were strangers to her...some of them would be killed and murdered in front of her - Pure White still couldn't allow this to happen.
"No matter what, as long as I am here, as long as I am alive, I will not let anyone suffer in front of me."
Her Royal Highness the Saint held Aiwass's wrist and said word by word: "Follow me, let's trace the traces of the curse. With this gentleman as a probe, there is no need to ask Cardinal Loki for such a thing.
Revelation...I can find that person myself.
"——This is the Theocracy, and anyone who commits murder will pay the price."
Aiwass was pulled forward by her and looked at Chunbai's back without hesitation.
Compared with her close friend whose cause of death was a mystery, Chunbai decided to save the strangers who were still alive first...and tried her best to help them without any request.
She didn't even ask the names of the three trolls, nor did she know what they were doing here.
For the sake of the people with whom she is more distant, Chunbai voluntarily gives up the people who are closer to her and who are more "herself"... This is undoubtedly a pure act of devotion. Chunbai is also worthy of the name of Chunbai. She is a saint.
Reality.
...and this is precisely the reason why Bishop Mathers does not want to continue climbing.