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Chapter 628

Chapter 628: 37th Chapter I absolutely don’t believe he’s such a genius Chapter 628: 37th Chapter I absolutely don’t believe he’s such a genius After the most crucial information had been conveyed, Aiwass gently squeezed Isabel’s hand, signaling that the charade could end.

However, their conversation did not conclude; rather, it continued for a short while longer.

Under Aiwass’s guidance, they gave the Counselor some information that was of little use.

This was to slightly dilute the substantive content of the earlier discussion.

Subsequently, Aiwass removed Sherlock’s jacket and began treatment with a “normal” technique—as if he were a genuine bishop, wielding the Illumination Art in a standard manner, lacking in spirituality.

Undoubtedly, this was also the expected skill level for “Aiwass.” As a prodigious bishop who had reached the Third Power Level by the age of nineteen, it was reasonable for him to lack experience.

While Aiwass’s treatment was halfway done, “Sherlock” gently moved his eyes and slowly came to.

...

“...

Bishop.”

“Don’t be so formal, Mr.

Hermes.”

Aiwass nodded slightly, his face full of mercy and gentleness under the glow of light, casting no shadows: “Just call me Aiwass.”

“...

Mr.

Moriarty.”

“Sherlock” struggled to sit up but was gently yet firmly pushed back down by Aiwass.

With a furrowed brow, he asked softly, “How is Princess Isabel...

Oh!”

As he spoke, he caught sight of Isabel standing behind Aiwass.

“Sherlock” suddenly realized, his eyes brimming with tears of relief: “Your Highness, it’s so good that you’re unharmed!”

“...

But I’m of no help at all.”

Isabel appeared somewhat somber: “I can only cause you troubles.”

She looked timid, standing in the corner of the room, her body lightly leaning against the standing mirror.

Isabel, standing sideways in front of the mirror, was reflected as another self in it.

From afar, she seemed like a pristine white butterfly.

At her words, Aiwass and “Sherlock” fell into silence.

Thus, Aiwass could only offer Sherlock an apologetic look, then stepped forward, pulling her outside the door to whisper words of comfort.

This act...

truly befitting of a Transcendent of the Path of Beauty.

The Counselor, left sitting alone on the bed, thought so to himself.

He quietly calculated in his mind.

He wondered what Power Level of Transcendence Isabel had reached by now...

If it was true that she became a Transcendent in the autumn of 1898, then she could only be at most at the Second Power Level.

But if she had become a Transcendent as a child, she might even have reached the Third Power Level by now.

As a half-elf, if she had reached the Third Power Level before the age of twenty...

...@@@@

it meant she was almost certain to reach the Fifth Power Level.

Thinking this, the Counselor’s mind stirred.

The precise information concerning “Merlin’s Ceremony of Avalon’s Shadow” could be found by just a bit of investigating upon returning.

If nothing else, merely asking Merlin or another Angel Envoy who was familiar with Merlin through prayer would suffice.

If the ceremony did indeed exist and was functioning well, then Star Antimony definitely could not have succeeded in invading Avalon, and Valentine VII’s plan was doomed to failure from the start.

If Star Antimony couldn’t do it, the other nations were even less likely.

Based on this assumption… if Star Antimony couldn’t handle the pressure of a rebellion in Daffodil Territory and ended up fragmenting, then the beneficiary would be Avalon.

Although Isabel temporarily lacked the adaptability for the Path of Authority, such matters were never certain.

Perhaps she might acquire it after reigning as queen for a while.

To confront the strong-willed Isabel, Minister Moriarty needed his own power base.

He had plenty of money and even controlled the Lohar Society.

However, he lacked a sufficient number of high-quality Transcendents as subordinates; as a Transcendent of the Path of Transcendence, he couldn’t cultivate trustworthy underlings.

Besides his lovers, who were unfit for public view, he only had a group of fair-weather businessmen.

Compared to moving to the volatile Iris Flower or running to the southern continent to witness the ridiculous grinning Trolls…

—it might be better to bring the Spirit Summoning Tower to Avalon and pledge allegiance to Aiwass.

Such a genius was worth investing in, and the ever-peaceful Avalon suited the pursuers of the Path of Dusk—far more than Star Antimony, where there was constant turmoil and bloodshed.

He’d ask the principal and vice-principals about it when he returned.

The Counselor had made up his mind.

However, he couldn’t discount the possibility that he might die in this ceremony or leave it with scrambled memories.

So, the first thing he had to do now was to find those two fools.

He needed to pass on this critical information—that might very well determine the future of the Spirit Summoning Tower—to them and advise them to flee immediately.

After all, even General Karl had been bombed.

Others might not know, but the Counselor was well aware—although he might have been able to control a fully hatched Flame Demon momentarily, he probably wouldn’t be able to control it for four days.

He needed support from the rear… but now that they were on Glass Island, where was the “rear”?

As a Calamity Stitcher, the “himself” in the initiation ceremony definitely didn’t have the Elite Patchwork Corpses stored in the “Amber Egg” from his laboratory.

He wasn’t a Corpse Ghoul Shepherd who could easily summon numerous skeletons, and his current strength could probably not even exhibit one-third of its capacity.

That was the hallmark of the Path of Balance.

A large extent of their transcendent powers came from previously created constructs.

It was the same for Botanists, Alchemists, and Calamity Stitchers.

The ceremony of the Lord of Scalefeather, although it only required one to survive to have the chance of completing the assignment and advancing.

But this also meant that just surviving in His ceremony was going to be difficult.

No matter where one fled, danger was certain, and it would grow more perilous as time passed.

This initiation had merely two strategies: either escort Isabel to the Holy Nation or avoid going altogether and find a corner to rack up points.

The former was highly intense but had a controllable duration and would be relatively brief; the latter would certainly be more comfortable at the start, which is why they had been lured here.

As more time passed, the danger would intensify.

Either choice would present distinct dangers—just as in nature, there are no absolutely safe places.

If one were to use this fundamental design mechanism to infer what they would face when performing different tasks… then the answer was quite clear.

—Forces from Star Antimony would arrive at Glass Island within three days at most.

They would destroy everything.