When the plot-skips players into the game world

Chapter 684: Chapter 74 Ring 13 Chapter 684: Chapter 74 Ring 13 Aiwass felt that if he hadn’t shown his affinity with the Unicorn, Grey would probably have intended to let the Pegasus carry him.

As the spokesperson for the Pope, her popularity within the Eternal Theocracy was obviously very high…

probably even higher than Aiwass’s popularity in Avalon.

Escorting Aiwass around the Ring, one level after another, would only serve to make a name for Aiwass.

And she could sense that Aiwass was not the kind of person who enjoyed fame.

This was probably why she had brought along no fewer than three groups of Papal Guards.

On one hand, “seven” was the holy number of the Silver-Crowned Dragon; on the other hand, it was essentially having these Papal Guards act as drivers for Aiwass and his companions.

As they ascended directly upwards, the Unicorn overflowed with a rainbow glow, while the Pegasus radiated a golden light.

With these glows forming a semi-transparent shield, they blocked the cold air…

Aiwass didn’t even feel the chill and rush of the air against his face at all.

It wasn’t long before they arrived at the thirteenth circle.

They were now high above, with pure white clouds so close to this place, it seemed they could touch them like a ceiling.

In theory, at this height, one should feel the cold and lack of oxygen.

However, Aiwass felt none of that—on the contrary, he even felt as if the oxygen had become more abundant.

As soon as he set foot on the thirteenth circle, Aiwass immediately felt an atmosphere and layout entirely different from the first circle.

Here, compared to the sunlight-saturated first circle, the natural light was much weaker.

But there were torches inserted everywhere, lighting it up like a grand library.

The torches burned a deep red flame, steady and unwavering.

As if these flames were completely unaware of the air currents, they were as stable as if they were a texture applied to the scenery.

The primary color scheme here was brownish-tan.

The space was vast, stretching further than even a soccer field at a single glance.

Not far from where they landed, there were many tables and chairs, as well as numerous bookshelves.

All were made of wood and matched the color tone of the flooring.

But there were very few Elves here.

They were sparsely scattered, perhaps only a dozen people in total.

Each table could easily seat four, but every Elf was sitting at a table by themselves.

Each occupied desk had a lit candle, with the Elves sitting there quietly reading.

Even when they saw the Papal Guards and Her Holiness The Holy Maiden from afar, not a single one of them stood up, nor did they exhibit much expression.

They simply touched their foreheads and shoulders with their hands, nodding slightly—that counted as a salute.

Some didn’t even glance over, engrossed in their books.

Sherlock immediately widened his eyes: “So this is…

how Elves usually interact with each other?”

—In Avalon, this was almost impossible.

The status of The Holy Maiden was likely even higher than Minister Moriarty’s.

But not to mention Minister Moriarty, if any minister came clad in armor, riding on a Gryphon to a place, he would instantly become the center of attention.

“This is perfectly normal… Mr.

Hermes.”

Grey spoke personally: “Strictly speaking, we Elves don’t really have differences in social strata.

People respect me, or the Papal Guards, only because they respect His Holiness the Pope; they respect His Holiness because of our respect for the faith…

and for the Nine Pillar Gods.

“I am a spokesperson, but just that.

In reality, I don’t have much power.”

—That’s not necessarily the case.

Aiwass added internally.

The Eternal Theocracy was essentially a large network of relationships, and the influence of The Holy Maiden indeed carried some value…

Elves had few desires and clearly produced more than they needed.@@novelbin@@

With their basic needs completely satisfied, the only thing left to desire was hoping “someone would do something specifically for them.”

In other words, it was the trade of time.

This “time” was the currency that circulated within the Eternal Theocracy.

Watching as Sherlock and Lily were gently lowered from the Pegasus by the guards, Aiwass subconsciously wanted to dismount the Unicorn, too.

But Grey put her arm around Aiwass’s waist and pulled him back.

“Don’t wander off, Aiwass.”

Grey said sternly: “The thirteenth circle is vast, and the architecture is complex.

If you get lost, it won’t be easy for me to find you.

Since Lord Pansy accepts your touch, just stay here comfortably.”

“…

What about Sherlock and Lily?” Aiwass felt somewhat unreconciled for a moment.

It wasn’t that he was uncomfortable riding on the Unicorn’s back…

the main issue was that the Grey Saintess was too close to him.

Previously, Aiwass would have had no reaction to this, he might even have comfortably leaned back.

But now that he had entered into a relationship with Isabel, sitting here made him feel on pins and needles.

“As long as you are here, they won’t wander off.”

Grey answered calmly.

You’re right…

you actually got that right.

Aiwass thought.

Soon, Aiwass realized why Sherlock and Lily were let down.

After they all passed through a greenish light screen, the Papal Guards bowed and left.

The Holy Maiden then led them through increasingly intricate corridors.

These corridors appeared like layers of inward-spiraling rings…

much like a snail’s shell.

And where they had just landed was the entrance to the snail-shell structure.

As they continued to delve deeper, Sherlock realized that this floor seemed to be filled with all sorts of books.

The corridors here could not be considered narrow, broad like those of a museum gallery…

and there were numerous tables and chairs set out everywhere.

As they walked on, they could see various specimens fixed in the air by several rings of light.

“The Heart of a Dragon – Specimen A1”

“Adult Gryphon Scorpions – Specimen G2”

“Man-Eating Rabbits and Their Families – Specimen A1”

…

Sherlock’s eyes dazzled as he looked around.

In a daze, he felt as if he were back in his childhood…

the feeling of visiting a museum for the first time.

He also understood why Her Highness the Holy Maiden didn’t allow Aiwass to run around everywhere.

——If it weren’t for keeping up with Aiwass, he would want to run around as well!

As they walked further, after passing a green screen, they still found themselves surrounded by various books, but the style of the specimens had drastically changed.

“Moon Calendar 1765 – Steam Engine Prototype (Humans)”

“Moon Calendar 874 – Megalithic Golem First Generation Machine (Humans)”

“Moon Calendar 322 – Lightforge Furnace Prototype (Dwarves)”

…

Why the Moon Calendar?

What does the Moon Calendar mean?

A question surfaced in Sherlock’s mind.

But as he continued to walk forward, he began to see things that were completely different from before—

“Amber Calendar 3266 – Elixir of Life (Serpentfolk)”

“Amber Calendar 4315 – Hero’s Feast (Dragons)”

“Amber Calendar 2389 – Crystal Guardian (Elves)”

This was…

Inventions from before the birth of the Eternal Self!

Sherlock’s curiosity was instantly at its peak!

He finally understood what the Thirteenth Ring meant.

It almost carried the entire history of the elves up until now.

However, Sherlock did not know the intersection of the Amber Calendar and the Moon Calendar.

The last invention he saw was a water purification device invented by the Lizardfolk in the year 6449 of the Amber Calendar.

In that case, the history of the elves seems to be less than ten thousand years old?

For the lifespan of an elf, that is actually only about a dozen generations…

As Sherlock pondered this, they once again passed a green light screen.

This area was even quieter than the previous one.

Sherlock couldn’t help but widen his eyes slightly.

Not just him, even Lily subconsciously paused her step.

Even Aiwass held her breath.

Because here, there were dense clusters of crystalline sculptures.

Some were painting, some were sculpting, some were farming, some were preparing potions, some were writing…

each one maintaining the status of their work.

Some were red, some were yellow, some were purple…

even the colors of the gems were completely different.

And all these crystalline sculptures, they were all elves.

Beneath them were their names, birth dates, and…

the time and reasons for their amberfication.

Suddenly, Aiwass spotted a somewhat familiar figure from the back.

She couldn’t help but call out in a low voice—this place was too quiet, just like a library.

Instinctively, one would lower their voice:

“…Master Yanis?”

“Hmm?”

Hearing Aiwass’s call, Yanis, who was quietly standing in front of a painter’s sculpture, suddenly turned around in surprise, “Aiwass…?”