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Chapter 738: Chapter 123: System, Give Me a Boost!

Chapter 738: Chapter 123: System, Give Me a Boost!

Last night, when Aiwass awoke in his dream,

he saw Isabel, dressed in a white silk short skirt, quietly lying on his shoulder, looking up at him with a pitiful expression like a small dog.

“…What’s wrong, feeling aggrieved?”

Aiwass felt a pang of pity and gently cradled her face in his hands as he softly inquired.

“I waited for you all night yesterday.”

Isabel spoke softly, “Is it because…

you were so busy you didn’t sleep at all?”

The moment he heard this, the conversation between Pure White and Master Yanis flashed through Aiwass’s mind.

Although he didn’t know what kind of torture Yanis endured that morning…

at their first meeting, Aiwass felt Yanis was almost forced to kneel by the sheer force of gravity.

But seeing that Pure White was unperturbed and Yanis could still send a message to Lily, at least the master should still be alive.

However, compared to Pure White, Isabel’s aggressiveness and pressure were evidently much weaker.

Aiwass didn’t feel any gravity, only a bit of melancholy.

He stroked Isabel’s hair and said softly, “Yesterday I was chased by the Bear Celestial Marshal again.

Thankfully, Sky Rakshasa saved me.”

“…Are you okay?!”

Isabel was startled, her voice growing louder as she propped herself up from the bed.

Her tone was no longer that soft whisper like a gentle breeze, but rather a normal speaking voice, “Let me see…

Hmm, has this wound on your chest gotten deeper?”

“It’s not a big problem.”

Not wanting to worry Isabel, Aiwass breezed through the topic with a light tone.

“Are you really okay?”

“Really.”

“…Then that’s good.”

Isabel breathed a sigh of relief and chose to believe Aiwass.

Aiwass smiled, stroked Isabel’s hair again, and shared the intelligence he hadn’t had time to discuss yesterday, “Oh right, there’s something important.

Regarding the Southern Continent…”

But suddenly Isabel perked up.

As she nodded, she got out of bed and walked towards the sea of flowers, “Hmm, you go ahead, I’m listening.”

Seeing her destination, Aiwass’s gaze became peculiar and he stopped his narrative, “Wait, what are you…”

“I just…

got a bit bored last night and did a bit of research.”

Isabel, trying hard not to look at Aiwass, her cheeks flushed, picked up a pair of handcuffs, “I want to give it a try.”

“Who do you want to give it to?”

Aiwass asked in return.

But he did catch Isabel off guard with his question, “Ah?…

Who else could there be?”

“…Alright then.”

Aiwass chuckled softly and took the handcuffs from Isabel’s hands.

Then he picked up a black eye mask and silver ankle cuffs from Morgan’s Wonder House’s prop shelf.

After giving it some thought, Aiwass swapped the eye mask for a white one.

“Aiwass…?”

As he proceeded without any shyness but rather with focus, Isabel suddenly became fearful, “Wait…

I’ve thought about it, maybe we shouldn’t?

Don’t you have important matters…

Shall we discuss that first?”

“It won’t do for you to always flee when the battle comes, my queen.

This is what you asked for, after all.”

Aiwass methodically tied the eye mask on Isabel, making sure not a sliver of light could penetrate.

Then he chuckled and said, “The important matters…

can wait for a bit.

Let’s play as I tell you…

Once I’m done, there will be a quiz, with rewards for the right answers, and punishments for the wrong ones.”

As he spoke, he handcuffed Isabel.

He gave it a tug to ensure it was secure.

In this regard, Aiwass didn’t have much experience—but he had at least seen pigs run in the other world.

Isabel wasn’t someone he could be teased by that easily.

Leaning down, Aiwass said methodically in the ear of the panting Isabel, “This way…

your memory might become a little deeper.”

…

By the time he woke up, Aiwass stretched lazily and felt refreshed and rejuvenated.

The dizziness from studying Advanced Divine Arts before had also dissipated, and Aiwass smiled satisfactorily.

“…Truly useless yet playful.”

Recalling last night’s dream, he couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

After breakfast, he put the book back on the shelf and carried it with him.

“Am I coming with you, young master?”

Lily asked while she was clearing the tableware.

“No need,” Aiwass instructed her, “You focus on studying the ‘Egg Moon Manual’.

Try to complete the division by the third of March.”

“I understand.”

Lily nodded cheerfully.

She was actually more eager to master the new manual.

This time Aiwass had only brought her and Sherlock over.

Although Sherlock did provide the ability to assist in thinking…

Apart from taking care of Aiwass’s daily needs, she seemed to have done nothing.

It felt as if she was truly just a maid, which was unacceptable to her.

…Speaking of which, where was Sherlock?

“Sherlock didn’t come back last night?”

Hearing Lily’s question, Aiwass was also slightly taken aback.

He had gone to bed early last night with a dizzy head, not knowing whether Sherlock had returned.

He thought Sherlock was still asleep.

But Lily was certain she would have heard Sherlock’s footsteps—if she felt he hadn’t come back, then he definitely hadn’t.

“…Should I go look for him?”

Lily was a bit worried.

“Never mind, there’s no need.”

Aiwass pondered for a moment and shook his head.

“With his Path of Wisdom at the forth energy level, Path of Authority at the third energy level, not to mention the staff and potions he has, and being in the Holy Nation’s fifth Ring, at least there he should be safe—

“If he really were in trouble, with his personality, he would certainly find a way to contact me…

Anyone capable of preventing Sherlock from sending even a message couldn’t possibly be in the fifth Ring.

From what I know of him, if Sherlock isn’t returning home at night without a word, he’s most likely found a critical clue and went chasing after it, forsaking sleep and forgetting to eat.

‘I knew then that if I missed this chance, I might miss the truth,’ he has said this several times before in newspapers.”

Aiwass still had great trust in Sherlock—trust and understanding.

He was someone who “always made you feel safe in times of danger, yet when safe, often seemed to be in danger” – an arrogant fellow.

…However, although Sherlock was not in any life-threatening danger, Aiwass was certain he most likely stayed up all night again.

And definitely didn’t eat properly.

If he didn’t activate the Hypersmart State, the lack of sleep and insufficient sugar would still have a significant impact on spellcasting success rates.

Activating Hypersmart State under such conditions would mean overexerting his body and could lead to a shorter lifespan, even with timely treatment.

In a way, it would be better to say that rather than Lily taking care of Aiwass…

it was more like Aiwass and Lily were together taking care of Sherlock.

Normally, he could act with self-discipline, but once he found an interesting case, nothing could rein him in.

“You better write him a letter.”

Aiwass instructed, “Demand that he replies…

Tsk, what a hassle.

I finally found something where the Holy Nation is inferior to Avalon.”@@novelbin@@

—That’s because the Holy Nation doesn’t have telephones!

Beforehand, when Aiwass saw that the Holy Nation could call Avalon, he thought their technological level in this regard was quite advanced.

But upon arrival, he discovered that the Holy Nation’s telephones dialled directly through Divine Arts—they didn’t have telephone lines at all.

By the nature of their operation, it was a kind of “One Missed Call” scenario.

Perhaps the Elves thought it impolite to drill holes and run electricity inside The Great Tree…

Anyway, the Holy Nation also lacked water pipes, heating pipes, and sewers.

Waste water and garbage were recycled through the “grown” houses’ own recycling facilities.

Consider that even Avalon has telephone lines and heating pipes!

Aiwass carried books on his back, heading to the eleventh Ring.

He easily found the Pure White Saintess who was gathering divine power to repair the crystal screen.

She stretched out her hands, and a greenish light repeatedly swept over them.

The scars on the mirror’s surface were gradually smoothed out, just like a person’s body scars slowly fading.

“…

You’re doing the work yourself?”

Aiwass was somewhat surprised.

For the Eternal Saintess to personally repair the surveillance—it gave one the impression of Her Majesty the Queen fixing electrical circuits.

“Is something the matter?”

On the contrary, it was the Pure White who turned her head back in confusion, “These are the magic mirrors blessed by the Gemini Mirror, I should be the most efficient, right?”

She “looked” at the bookshelf Aiwass carried on his back and the corners of her mouth slightly curled up, “What’s the matter, you found something you can’t understand?”

“I’d like you to explain it to me first.”

Aiwass nodded earnestly, “I want to know how much I’m lacking—I just need an overview for each book.”

“All right.”

Since she had already promised Aiwass and guessed that this would happen, Pure White readily agreed, “Then let’s do it here.”

As she spoke, she waved her hand.

The door automatically closed and was sealed with Pure White runic seals, completely closing it off.

She explained to Aiwass, “To prevent eavesdropping.

Not all Elves are entitled to learn Advanced Divine Arts.”

Then, she helped Aiwass place the bookshelf, which had been on his back like a backpack, on the ground.

“The lion of glaze shall always surpass the moon of daylight.”

“All that is gold must be born from purple, while green need not always be green.”

“Ashes of Trees planted in the earth, the nobler shall resurrect.”

She quietly recited three phrases, unlocking the seals in succession.

“What do those three phrases mean?”

Aiwass asked.

“They are three of the seven encrypted phrases left by the Candle Celestial Marshal before ascension.”

Pure White shook her head, “Only Cardinals and above are fully privy to their content.

All the passwords of the Holy Nation are permutations and combinations of these seven encrypted phrases.”

“Then what do they actually mean?”

“There is no need to analyze the meaning of the encrypted phrases.”

Pure White said solemnly, “Encrypted phrases are just that—encrypted.

If encrypted phrases had a meaning, they would become truths and prophecies—then that would be the realm of Wisdom and Adaptation.”

Aiwass had a sudden realization.

Encrypted phrases without meaning, logic, or deeper sense would not be forcibly decrypted by the powers of “analysis” and “prophecy.”

The First Pope was insightful!

Although no chairs had been prepared beforehand…

Pure White gestured toward the ground, and a wooden table and chairs grew from the floor.

She picked up the “Advanced Divine Arts Overview” that had made Aiwass dizzy the previous day, and began to patiently explain to Aiwass like a tutor, with no trace of her strictness towards Master Yanis in her voice, “Come, let me start from the beginning…”

[Grey Eternity is teaching you “Advanced Divine Arts (1/11)”; do you wish to spend 384 public experience to master this Mystical Skill?]

Just as she began speaking, a popup appeared in front of Aiwass:

Here it comes!

Aiwass immediately perked up.

Only 384?

Is it because it’s only the first book, or is it because Pure White has such a profound understanding of Advanced Divine Arts?

Either way, learn!

—System, allocate the points!