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Chapter 694

Chapter 694: Chapter 83 The Lies of Reynard Fox Chapter 694: Chapter 83 The Lies of Reynard Fox When Aiwass descended back to the first Ring with Lily and Sherlock, dusk was nearly upon them.

Although Aiwass had caused quite a commotion here just a few hours ago, by the time he returned dressed as the Archbishop, the turmoil had already subsided.

Very few people recognized that the frighteningly young Archbishop was the same young man from before.

The main reason was face blindness.

There were already not many people in the Holy Nation.

Even among humans, not all were from the imperial lineage.

Although today Avalonians, Iris Flowers, and Star Antimony each speak their own languages and have their different customs, if placed five hundred years ago, they were all one family, essentially Heracel people.

...

But humans from other places had a bit of face blindness when they looked at Aiwass — not to mention the other races.

The group moved from the serene higher Rings back to the bustling first Ring.

Looking at the bustling crowd, Sherlock couldn’t help but sigh, “If you only look at the first Ring, who could tell that this place belongs to the Elves of the Eternal Theocracy?”

Upon hearing this, Lily also raised her head and looked around.

The street was crammed with humans, goblins, lizardfolk, trolls...

a diverse range of species densely packed the entire street.

The roads that had been fairly open at noon were now so crowded that they were impenetrable by evening.

As a true local from Lohar District in Avalon, she thought of a very fitting analogy—

The density of the crowd was likely very conducive to pickpockets working in depth.

If this were Avalon, there would certainly be pickpockets mingling within them now.

A strange concern suddenly emerged in her heart, “If things continue this way, will there come a day when...

Elves are no longer the majority in the Holy Nation?”

“Very likely — or rather, it’s almost the case already.”

Aiwass replied from beside them, “After all, Elves have a low birth rate.”

Sherlock asked, “Physiological level, or psychological level?”

“Psychological.

Elves generally have poor adaptability to the Path of Love, directly leading to insufficient desire between the sexes.

And when both parties are indifferent, being together can even influence each other.

Many couples may not share a bed for decades, many more maintain their relationship at a spiritually pure romantic level...

They’re more like friends or roommates than spouses.”

“Elves have only fully opened up for a few centuries, and now they account for only half of the Holy Nation’s population — although the activities of the short-lived species are mostly confined to the lower five Rings.

Nowadays, the number of Half-Elves is almost a third of the main Elf population and also roughly a third of the active short-lived species within the Holy Nation.

And that’s considering that the Elves willing to marry the short-lived species are few in number, despite just a few hundred years passing.”

“...If that’s the case,” Sherlock glanced at the number of people in the crowd, “the population of the Elves might be close to that of Glass Island.

Even if it’s more, it’s only by a small margin.”

“I even suspect it might be less than the population of Glass Island.”

Aiwass smiled wryly.

Lily calculated in her mind, “If that’s the case...

perhaps in another hundred years, Elves may not even make up a third of the proportion.”

Aiwass shook his head.

The Elf population had been declining for many years.

Now the number of Elves aging to death, dying in battle abroad, perishing in accidents, turning to trees, or Amberficating was already far greater than the birth rate.

—Sherlock had that kind of experience.

Once during an investigation, he had to analyze the background of a painting to infer which city the artist was in and where they lived.

Aiwass seemed to deduce the location of a certain shop through the relative relationships between buildings.

But in the end, Aiwass succeeded in one try.

Without making any mistake, he arrived in front of a particular building.

It was a residence in an alleyway.

It was the typical kind, a storefront converted from a residence.

Outside the residence hung a sign that read “The Lies of Reynard Fox.” But from the sign alone, it was entirely unclear what it sold.

Aiwass rang the bell at the doorstep, then pushed the door open and entered.

Upon entering, Sherlock looked up, his keen eyes sweeping across the surroundings.

—It looked like a bookstore, yet also like a café.

This thought emerged in his mind.

Because the place was filled with bookshelves, and in each bookshelf, books were crammed in abundance.

There were four round tables, each able to seat four or five people.

The aroma of coffee echoed in the air, with a little girl around seven or eight years old standing on a stool, silently grinding coffee.

The young proprietor looked like an elf, with light golden hair and clear amber pupils.

In the space of about twenty or thirty square meters, there were no other customers.

“A respected Archbishop.”

Seeing Aiwass, the girl showed no panic.

She respectfully bowed to Aiwass, her youthful yet clear voice speaking, “May the Candle Master protect your light.”

“May the Candle Master also protect you, Miss Hebashia.”

Aiwass returned the bow to the girl.

At his words, the girl raised her eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise in her voice, “May I ask, who referred you here…?”

“Grey told me about it.”

Aiwass answered.

“Which Grey?”

The girl, named Hebashia, asked cautiously.

“Naturally, the Pure White Saintess,” Aiwass replied kindly, “She said that you have some Codex Books here.”

“Ah, that child…”

Hebashia shook her head and hopped down from the stool with an air of resignation, “Please take a seat, everyone.

Would you like sugar in your coffee?”

“Two creams, one sugar.”

Aiwass said with a smile, “Thank you for the trouble, madam.”

This lady was an Angel Envoy under the Geometric Celestial Marshal of the Path of Wisdom, now in a reincarnated state just like Vivian.

Of course, her secret wouldn’t have been told to him by Pure White—this was a side quest in the game.

When Pure White encountered trouble, she would tell the players about this place, asking them to find Hebashia to help her.

From then on, this place became a base for the players.

Overspending a little on the relationship was not too big of a problem.

After all, Aiwass was going to help Pure White too, it was just a matter of doing so sooner or later.