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Chapter 583: Chapter 9 Fully Automatic Carton Opening Machine Operating Steadily Chapter 583: Chapter 9 Fully Automatic Carton Opening Machine Operating Steadily It was like sinking into a deep sleep in the bathtub, or like returning to the embrace of my mother in my childish years.

In a faint sense of security, Isabel felt her consciousness gradually sinking into the vast sea of nothingness.

She could still faintly sense the taste of Dream Intoxicant lingering in her mouth, slowly seeping from the depths of her throat to her nasal cavity.

Intermingled with the rich fragrance of wine were the fresh aromas of sesame and basil leaves, with an extremely distinct earthy taste.

——Just like chewing on the soil after a spring rain.

Or like eating tender asparagus cooked in wine.

A thought like this suddenly sprang up in Isabel’s mind, and she instinctively felt pleased for having found this metaphor.

When she awoke again, she found herself sitting in the third seat.

Isabel turned her head and saw that familiar figure in the first position——

He was wearing that light white clerical robe, leaning casually back in the chair.

His left arm, which rested on the armrest, propped up his chin, while his right hand lay carelessly in front of him.

Flame Butterfly was hidden in the sleeve of his right hand——the sporadic sparks made his sleeves seem like a firework of splattering sparks.

Even though his face was a blur, Isabel easily recognized Aiwass.

Upon confirming that Aiwass was also here, Isabel let out a sigh of relief.

She was no longer as timid and fearful as she was at the beginning…

If it were her back then, she probably would have been panicked and uneasy had she not seen Aiwass upon entering.@@novelbin@@

But even so, being matched with someone familiar was definitely a good thing.

That was certainly better than cooperating with strangers—those whose backgrounds were unclear and whose true natures were inscrutable, and whom, after the ceremony ended, one would probably never see again in this lifetime.

In such situations, if one were to trust them, one might face betrayal at a crucial moment.

…But is Sherlock not here this time?

Thinking this, Isabel looked around and found to her concern that her worry had indeed come true.

——Little Sherlock really didn’t come in.

Although Isabel was quite confident in herself, she still believed Sherlock was surely stronger than her.

If Sherlock could participate in this promotion ceremony, she would likely be seated further back than Sherlock.

Even though the order of seats in the promotion ceremony wasn’t necessarily a strict representation of strength levels, it was still an important reference.

Sandwiched between Isabel and Aiwass was a middle-aged man with a proper posture, exuding a rock-solid and reliable air.

His build could be described as strong, his arms even thicker than Isabel’s thighs.

The man was very polite.

After Isabel’s appearance, he did not immediately look at her or gather information with inquisitive, impolite eyes, but rather closed his eyes to rest.

——Of course, in a dream, one does not need to close their eyes to rest.

This was merely a sign of “having no intention to pry into others’ secrets.”

Shortly after Isabel appeared, a newcomer suddenly arrived at her right side.

It was an old man—he wore the attire of Parthia, draped in a white robe that concealed his hands and feet, with a white turban and scarf on his head.

Even in the blurred faces of the promotion ceremony, one could not discern any specific feature of his—the only visible traits were from his nose up and eyebrows down.

Isabel stared at him but slightly furrowed her brows.

…A Parthian?

That doesn’t seem right.

As of now the promotion ceremony centered around Aiwass had not begun externally, which meant that most of the participants were likely in Avalon, or even on Glass Island.

There weren’t many Parthians on Glass Island.

——Could it be Mr.

Ibn?

A thought like this sprang up in Isabel’s mind.

That Ritualist from the era of Queen Sofia who had stayed in the Hall of Silver and Tin, was currently at the third energy level.

In any case, one would find out by listening.

Even though the promotion ceremony would blur the participants’ voices, some speaking habits would not change too much—and Isabel was confident that she could discern the person’s identity.

However, if it were old Ibn, why would he specially dress up as a Parthian?

And Ibn appeared so late…

In Isabel’s understanding, his strength should have been somewhat stronger than hers.

“Hello, my name is Lulu.

A promotion candidate of the Path of Beauty, adept at assisting teammates, capable of providing enhancements to my allies,” Isabel said, then proactively asked the old man beside her, “Old gentleman…

what should we call you?”

Hearing her question, the man sitting to the left of Isabel suddenly opened his eyes, looking somewhat puzzled in her direction.

The stooped old man just chuckled, without looking directly at Isabel.

With a modest demeanor, he responded, “I am called Olive, Miss Lulu.

A promotant of the Path of Transcendence.”

“—Transcendence Path?”

These words were not asked by Isabel.

It was the man sitting between Aiwass and Isabel who suddenly spoke up.

His gaze sharp as an eagle’s, unabashed and unceremoniously, he asked, “There aren’t many lawful Transcenders in Avalon, which side are you from?

Or are you one of the illegal ones?

“Judging by your attire, are you a stowaway?”

As soon as the man spoke, the other three looked up, regarding him with silent and somewhat eerie gazes.

Despite these gazes, the man did not waver in the slightest.

Ignoring the gazes of the other two, he first nodded respectfully to Aiwass in the clerical robe, then said frankly, “You can call me ‘Pirate’—I am a third-level Inspector, skilled with scimitar, sword, crossbow, unarmed attacks, and proficient in the combat styles of ‘Guardian’ and ‘Challenge.’ If a battle arises, I will serve as your shield.”