Listening to the conversation between Rabbih and Shylock, Aiwass realized something else.
If we say that the Beast Song Tribe is in the top three or five...
Aiwass fell into deep thought.
There is no doubt that although the old Rabbih is scheming, he is definitely not the fifth level.
And although Bram stole the power of a wildfire giant that was comparable to the fifth level... he himself was only the fourth level.
The current generation tribal leader would not dare to provoke Bram even after his own father was arrested. Obviously he is not at the fifth level either. Such a tribe may be considered one of the top three in the Southern Continent.
...That means that the total number of fifth energy levels in the entire southern continent is less than three?
No wonder the fleur-de-lis and the goblins run amok there...
And according to what little Rabbih said, in fact, in addition to the Avalonians, whether it is the Iris people, the Star Antimony people... and even the Parthians east of the desert, they already have their own power in the southern continent.
It's normal to say that, after all, many rituals, potions and poison materials come from the southern continent.
Avalon previously restricted the development of other roads, so it didn't care about these resources.
As for Star Antimony, which has transcendence, balance and love; Iris, which has adaptability and love; and the ancient Parthian kingdom, which also has transcendence and adaptability characteristics, they all lack these materials very much.
Let's mention this to Isabel when we see her next time. It's not urgent, but businessmen are very slow to act. They need to produce at least a few professional research reports to impress people...
While Aiwass was thinking, several people in the room walked out.
The necks and hands of Bram and Rabich were covered with the triangular light shackles that Aiwas was very familiar with - it was the restraint spell of the authoritarian path, and they implemented it through divine magic.
Unlike Rabich, Bram's spirit has obviously become depressed, and he is holding a light beam in his mouth, which makes him unable to say anything. His mouth is deflated inward,
This is a symbol of having no teeth.
Let a man bite a pillar with his mouth full of teeth... It seems that the elves are not as innocent and weak as Aiwass thought.
Seeing this, little Rabbih walked over nervously and asked in fluent Elvish: "Excuse me, is this? Why did you take my grandfather away with you?"
"He also committed a crime."
Pure White replied: "He cursed Zumaidi."
"...Did Zumaidi not forgive him?"
Hearing this, little rabbih frowned slightly and looked at the red-skinned Zumaidi.
Only at this moment can it be seen that he is indeed the young heir of the tribe.
Zumaidi shook his head in horror, bowed, and waved his hands, his face dripping with sweat, and his mouth made a gurgling sound.
But the old rabbih stopped his explanation with just a plain word, and asked the young rabbih to look at him.
The old troll whispered a few words of admonishment.
Then he lowered his head and looked at Aiwass and the others, and said in smooth and standard Avalonian: "Of course Zumaidi has forgiven me, I just went to hide to avoid the limelight."
"To avoid the limelight?"
Aiwass was stunned for a moment.
Bram has been arrested, so what is there to avoid?
But this old troll was really not a simple person, and Aiwass did not dare to completely ignore his words, so he could only keep them in his heart.
The last person to make Aiwass feel such pressure was his adoptive father, Professor Moriarty.
"You don't need to worry about the damage to the building here. The bishop will come over to repair it later. If you are interested, you can take a look. If you are not interested, you can leave for now..."
Chunbai said softly to Aiwas: "I will go find Yanis tomorrow... If you want to come, you can come too. Just as a notary."
After eating Aiwass's dates, she now obviously attaches great importance to Aiwass. Even if it is a conversation involving personal privacy, she is willing to take Aiwass with her.
However, as "a" notary... this actually implies that Sherlock and Lily cannot go along.
"Okay, I will definitely come."
Aiwass nodded without hesitation and agreed happily.
He never misses something exciting.
So the team that arrested the prisoners left in front of Aiwass.
But the moment they passed each other, the old troll suddenly spoke and whispered in Avalonian: "You are much stronger than your father."
"……What?"
Aiwass was stunned for a moment.
He glanced at Sherlock before confirming that Old Rabich was speaking to him.
He suddenly turned around and looked at the old troll's back.
my father?
Which father of mine do you know?
Does it mean Priest Giulio, or...Professor Moriarty?
If it was the former, how could he possibly know the old Rabich?
And if it's the latter... Aiwass really doesn't feel that he is worthy of the evaluation of "much better than Professor Moriarty".
But the old rabbih did not explain this. After he said this, he hunched his back and left with the saint and the papal guard. The little rabbih also waved to Aiwass, and then followed his grandfather
Left together.
"Does he mean Professor Moriarty?"
After he left, Sherlock whispered: "Professor has been to the Southern Continent?"
"...I actually suspect," Aiwass stared at the old troll's back, "that the Controlled Fire Movement is related to him."
——Short-term death, or solidified life.
Through fierce but meaningless resistance, he resisted Ningpo's fate itself.
As long as the originally calm lake turns yellow and becomes turbid... the water in the lake will naturally surge and flow. This is a fire that forces everyone to leave their positions... but at the same time, it is also a controlled fire.
Aiwass was thinking, and Sherlock on the side also lowered his head and thought.
After a moment, Aiwass put his arm around Sherlock's shoulders: "Okay, don't think about it. Let's go get something to eat first... It seems that the three of us were thrown here by Her Majesty the Saint."
"She is probably anxious to ask about the troll. This is business."
Sherlock said casually: "Where should we go after dinner? Miss Freya, or...that man?"
"Go to my sister first. Master Yanis should be there too."
Aiwass replied: "If Your Highness Pure White handles this well, you may not be able to see Master Yanis after tomorrow. Let's meet her once before she gets too stressed."
"good."
Sherlock also nodded.
Although the flow of people in the fifth circle is very sparse compared to the first circle.
But there are not many shops here, and they soon found a curry shop run by a lizard man. Lily had never eaten this kind of thing, but Sherlock had eaten it when he traveled to Iris, so he ordered it very skillfully.
A little spicy.
And Aiwass didn’t hesitate to order the spicy one.
It has to be said that the Theocracy is much better than Avalon at least in terms of food. After so many years in Avalon, the best thing Aiwass has eaten is the Iris delicacy. He is very interested in eating fried chicken and fried chicken.
Ligeia had never quite understood that fish could be eaten with relish... Even if it was iris dishes, he felt that the taste of these dishes was so bland.
Of course, there is also a reason here, which is that the price of spices in Avalon is relatively high. After all, Avalon can only buy spices from the Star Antimony and Iris people, and cannot buy them directly from the goblins.
However, as Avalon opens up trade routes in the southern continent, this phenomenon may change.
...There will be some changes. Probably.
Aiwass isn't so sure either.
They didn't know the specific location of Freya, but as Archbishop Aiwass, his words were still very effective in the Theocracy. They just asked a few elves who seemed to know her, and they easily found the clues.
The helpful elves were very willing to help Aiwass, so they took over one after another, changing four groups of people back and forth, and escorted them to their destination.
But obviously, when these elves were chatting on the road, their evaluation of Freya seemed a little strange:
"Ah, that weirdo... Actually, I don't have much communication with her."
"Archbishop, are you going to help Miss Freya with her treatment?"
"At this point, Freya may not have woken up yet. If she hasn't woken up yet, you can come and have a look at my research institute, which is right next door."
They soon arrived at Freya's research institute.
It is said to be a research institute, but from the outside it looks like a huge wooden villa.
After declining the cordial invitation from the enthusiastic elf lady, Aiwass still accepted a bag of fruits fed by the other party.
It was a soft purple-red fruit that looked like a nectarine or a pear. It seemed to be a new variety developed by the other party.
It smelled quite refreshing. But Aiwass had just seen a similar red sphere in the wine glass that Bram drank. Now that he thinks about it, it's a little off-putting.
After bidding farewell to the elf researcher in a white robe, Sherlock, who had remained silent, then complained:
"...It's past twelve o'clock and you still haven't woken up?"
"It's indeed a bit outrageous..."
Aiwass nodded, his expression a little strange: What kind of summer vacation routine is this?
He became somewhat interested in his sister whom he had "never met".
And...does she have any old illness or injury that needs the Archbishop's treatment?
To the extent that even passerby elves think she needs the Archbishop’s personal treatment...
With this thought in mind, Aiwass knocked on the door of the villa.