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Chapter 610: Chapter 23 You are not Aiwass!_2 Chapter 610: Chapter 23 You are not Aiwass!_2 “`

With this thought, Aiwass’s mind had already formed a new plan.

As expected, Drost naturally lit the candle.

“It’s a bit dark.” Aiwass pretended not to know what he was doing and casually mentioned.

But Minister Drost just kept a straight face and shook his head seriously, “You wouldn’t want the people outside to know we are having a secret meeting in the queen’s chamber, would you?”

“You’re still worried about that?”

Aiwass half seriously, half mockingly retorted.

“You don’t understand, Archbishop Your Excellency.”

Drost just feigned a sigh, “I am now…

standing on the edge of a cliff, in imminent danger.”

“No, I do understand.”

Aiwass said nonchalantly, “I even know that after the Antimony Kingdom is done using you, they plan to kill you.”

The candle flame did not flicker.

Seeing this, Drost gave a sudden start of alarm.

He didn’t respond with denials like “That’s impossible” or “Show me the evidence,” suggesting he already had a similar suspicion in mind.

So he just fell silent for a while, his expression turning dark and malevolent, “Archbishop Your Excellency, where…

where did you get this information?”

“Don’t scare me, Minister Drost.”@@novelbin@@

Aiwass chuckled, fearless, “Where I got it from, you know very well.

“Antimony’s economic situation is worse than you think.

They simply can’t afford the rewards you’re asking for…

much less to give you a title, an estate.

“The factions within the Antimony Kingdom are severely divided; none can afford such a price.

If they were to offer it, they would be pulled down by the other two houses riding on the will of the Antimony people.

They want to control Avalon but do not wish to destroy it…

so, Minister, you will be cleared out once the dust settles.

“I guess you will be sacrificed to appease the Avalonians, abandoned by them.”

The Red Chancellor spoke leisurely.

Sweat was now streaming down the temples of Drost.

His eyes quickly glanced at the candle and noticed that the Flame of Truth still did not flicker.

“…

How did you come to know all this?”

He could only repeat his earlier question.

But his tone had softened a lot, no longer daring to be so firm.

Aiwass remained unfazed.

He simply intertwined his fingers, smiling at him with a face full of amusement and joy.

Seeing Drost becoming involuntarily tenser and tenser, Aiwass, before the other could explode, casually said, “Do you know Emma?”

“…Which Emma?”

Drost’s heart skipped a beat, only managing to feign composure, he replied calmly.

“The Red Chancellor’s ‘daughter,’ his first secretary.

The person behind Noble Red, who is also the liaison between Noble Red and the Rose Cross Society…”

Aiwass said with a half-smile, “An incarnation of a Succubus, a world-famous superstar…

Do you want to hear more of her titles?”

Minister Drost’s pupils dilated with shock.

Some of the titles were secrets he had only recently become privy to; others were even unknown to him.

And not only did Aiwass know these, but he also knew the stance of Antimony towards him.

This made Minister Drost blurt out involuntarily, “Are you one of Countess Emma’s people?”

——So Bishop Moriarty was an ally?!

But Aiwass just smiled and shook his head.

“It’s not ‘I am her person,'” Aiwass articulated, “to put it correctly…

it should be said, ‘she is my possession.’

“Every day she quietly lies in my arms, her magic flows through my fingers, her fragrance wraps around me.

Whenever I wish, I can summon her.

It’s just…

heh, it would not be convenient to demonstrate for you right now.”

Watching Aiwass, almost aloof, his smile filled with pleasure.

After hearing this, Drost fell silent for a while.

He looked towards the candle.

The candle stayed completely still.

——Has the Flame of Truth broken?

That thought crossed his mind.

So, with a testing thought in mind, Drost spoke up with a heavy tone, “Let’s forget about that, Bishop Moriarty.

You came looking for Sherlock, didn’t you?

It’s a shame…

I’ve already killed that great Detective.”

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As he finished speaking, the candle flame began to tremble violently for an instant.

…It’s not broken?

Realizing something, Drost looked at Aiwass with a sense of fright.

If what Aiwass said was true…

Then Aiwass was far more than an ally of his.

——He was essentially his own leader, his superior, his overseer!

At that thought, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

It turned out the Antimony people had planted a spy within Avalon more covert than himself…

Now that he had successfully assassinated Queen Sofia and could no longer retreat, the other party finally revealed their true identity.

Seeing the seemingly amused look that Aiwass gave him, Drost immediately realized — his own probing had been seen through by Aiwass all along.

The Flame of Truth was a top secret of Avalon, and Aiwass definitely didn’t know about it.

So, he could only have seen through his lie.

“…No, please forgive me for lying just now.

Sherlock is not dead, I’ve just locked him in the ceremonial room…

I beg Archbishop Your Excellency to save me!”

Drost immediately fell to one knee, bowing his head to Aiwass just like a knight paying homage to Queen Sofia.

Not a trace of the leisure and pride he exhibited when he first encountered Aiwass outside.

He didn’t care about his own dignity at all but implored earnestly, “I have actually felt it before…

because His Royal Highness the Prince looked at me with a wrong gaze, which made me very uneasy.”

It was like he was looking at a dead man.

This unsettled him greatly.

Now, he finally understood from Aiwass the reason for his unease.

——The Antimony people wanted to default!

To play both ends!

This made Drost grit his teeth in anger.

The monarch of Antimony had assured him.

They said that unlike the Irisflower People, they wouldn’t treat people they used like trash to be discarded after use…

And indeed, they hadn’t discarded him!

They even wanted to make use of him like garbage——

Too detestable!

Even worse than the Irisflower People!

“Prince Lucien…

you really can’t hide your feelings,” Aiwass said with a squint, leaning forward slightly, his right index finger lazily tapping on the arm of the chair, speaking calmly, “You guessed correctly.

But how to solve this, will depend on your sincerity.”

“I have one hundred and fifty thousand Gold Coins…”

“Do you think I lack money?”

Aiwass interrupted Drost.

Without waiting for Drost to speak, he continued on his own: “Of course, I don’t lack women.

Likewise, I don’t lack power.”

“…Then what do you want?”

Drost said through clenched teeth, realizing that this seemingly young man was not so easy to fool.

…Wait a second.

Seemingly young?

He hesitated for a moment and realized something.

Countess Emma, of course, would not obey Aiwass Moriarty.

The last time she came to Avalon, Aiwass hadn’t even been born yet.

As someone who had never left Avalon, Aiwass was also unlikely to know these secrets known only to the high-level officials of Antimony.

At the same time, Aiwass’s tone also didn’t seem like that of a kind and tolerant priest…

…But what if he wasn’t Aiwass Moriarty?

Drost, looking at Aiwass’s meaningful and dangerous smile, suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

The Amber Artisan, capable of transferring a person’s soul into another’s body.

The Black Chancellor of this generation of Antimony was a master Amber Artisan!

——And among the two top Transcendents who had arrived in Avalon, one was a direct disciple of the Black Chancellor!

Realizing this, Minister Drost was deeply shaken.

He wasn’t Aiwass!

Then everything made sense!

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