February 16th.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Sherlock hurried to the Temple of Silver and Tin.

When the great detective, who had been missing for several months, reappeared, it immediately attracted people's attention. He himself had not even stepped on the steps of the Temple of Silver and Tin before the news had already stepped on the steps of the newspaper.

When he walked to the Queen's study, he saw Ivas sitting in the Queen's seat.

He crossed his legs, leaned back in his chair, and hummed an opera song pleasantly.

"Yo, here we go."

Ivus smiled and said, "Long time no see, Detective." ”

"I knew you called me."

Sherlock said angrily, "Is there anything you want me to do, Honorable Minister Moriarty?" ”

"It's not a big deal, it's just that you die or not. Now it seems, all is going well. It's great. ”

The corners of Ivus's mouth turned up, revealing a sly smile.

- Hard, fist hard.

Sherlock grinds his teeth.

However, he still heard that the stinky fox cared about him, so he didn't say anything, and sat down in the opposite seat gracefully and silently.

At that time, when he didn't see Ivas and Isabel during the promotion ceremony, his heart suddenly sank.

It's not that I'm worried about myself.

With Sherlock's pride, even if he was only a weak child, he would never flinch in such a place. His main concern was Isabel...... Although Her Majesty has grown up now, the promotion ceremony of three promotions and four is too dangerous. If you die in it, there is a high probability that you will die in reality.

If something happens to Her Majesty, then Avalon will be in trouble.

Even if it is a full moon ceremony, the transcendents must not love each other. Not to mention that there are at least three failed places, the transcendents have different identities and positions, and they have to find a way to get rid of their own rejection path.

Otherwise, if you are not careful, you will deduct points for unconsciously helping the other party complete the task.

"Now I see, I'm healthy. Can I go, there's still a bit of a backlog of cases.

"By the way, is Director Kent in the same game as you? I heard that he failed to be promoted today, with four fatal wounds on his body and was cut all over in blood. After three bishops and two hours in a row, it was not easy to hang his life. I guess I'll have to cultivate for at least a year or two. ”

At this point, Sherlock suddenly sneered, "Oh, that's not right either. I guess that's more than that...... Since you, stinky fox, have called me over, there will probably be some trouble. ”

"Maybe...... Nothing? ”

Ivas smiled, obviously in a good mood: "It's just a heart-to-heart talk—can't it?" ”

Sherlock paused slightly, his expression subtle: "You have something to say." ”

"You're right...... Huantianji, do you understand? Ivas asked.

"I've heard a little."

Sherlock nodded, "Son of the Serpent Father." The Celestial Division of the Ouroboros, the Celestial Division of the Infinity...... The ritual of Lady Ricia's reincarnation must have been the power of the Celestial Division. Can I help you? ”

"I got new information from this promotion ceremony."

Aihuas crossed his fingers in front of him, put down his crossed legs, leaned forward slightly, and asked solemnly: "I heard that Huantiansi used to have another name, called Samsara Tiansi.

"Before the [Cicada Molt] incident, Ouroboros was a self-destructive celestial division and a rebooting celestial division, which belonged to the path of equilibrium. Later, he obtained the [Endless Knot] after the cicada metamorphosis incident, and only then did he become a celestial priest who transcended the path. ”

“…… I really haven't heard of this statement. ”

Sherlock pondered, searching his memories carefully, "Not really. ”

"Have you ever heard the phrase 'history is torn apart'?"

"—The Theory of Multiple History?"

Sherlock asked rhetorically.

"That's right," Ivus nodded, "It is said that since the [Cicada Molt] happened, history has been torn apart and there is no going back to before the [Cicada Molt]. And we are only one part of history, and more history is divergent. ”

"This is the theory of multiple histories."

Sherlock nodded, explaining, "This is one of two explanations given by scholars to explain why past and future events occur in the dream world. Among them, scholars of multiple histories believe that history is not unique. We are not at the front, nor are we at the back.

"Multiple histories are divergent. Through the promotion ceremony, the Nine Pillars God constantly deduces a 'best past' and solidifies the past into a line; In my opinion, the promotion ceremony is not so much about anchoring the past as it is about deducing the future...... But listening to you, it seems that there is something else to gain? ”

"Yes," Ivus nodded, "and based on the information I've gotten here, it seems that the future and the past are uncertain. Neither of these statements is entirely true, but both are true. ”

“…… That's where it gets interesting. ”

Sherlock thought for a moment.

He suddenly said, "You asked me this, you should want to ask me...... Can you tell Ivas about this?

My answer is, I think so. He knows more secrets than we do, so don't hide it from him. Even if it's a trap...... It is better to die a sober death than to live in confusion. ”

Hearing Sherlock's words, Ivus's expression became a little strange.

She was silent for a moment, then her whole body shattered like a bubble and became Isabel again.

“…… When did you find out? ”

Isabel was a little puzzled: "Have you seen through the [Cunning Spell]?" ”

"No, I didn't see through your illusion at all, Your Majesty."

Sherlock said calmly, "But I know that the stinky fox will not pull me to talk." He has always been a straightforward person, and he never says anything vague. ”

“…… He had said something similar to me. ”

Isabel was a little regretful: "I still want to wait for him to come in and see that there is still an Ivas in the house." ”

Sherlock stopped talking.

He had something to say, but he didn't dare to say it.

“…… In short, don't hide anything from him. ”

Sherlock adds, "It's better to let him know than not to know – you can't do the same thing to smart people and fools." If Ivus is a fool, then I'm sure I'm in favor of not letting him be cranky. But he's a smart guy. Even if it may be a trap, trust that Ivas can get out of it on his own. ”

"yes, I see."

Isabel thanked sincerely: "Thank you, Hermes. ”

"My pleasure, Her Majesty."

Sherlock replied with a respectful bow.

On the other side, Ivas was in the courtyard of the Temple of Silver and Tin.

He was feeling the warm sunshine of the spring morning, half-kneeling on the ground in front of the sun.

Ivas clasped his fingers together, closed his eyes in prayer, and whispered a chant—the warm glow of gold emanating from him, shining across the grassland. Through the light curtain, one could vaguely see a transparent ring formed by the condensation of thorns behind Aihuas, slowly turning, with a complex crown-like pattern, looming.

That was the sin thorn that was wrapped around Si Candle's body.

The griffin and the white horse lay lazily on the ground, feeling the heat surging in their bodies.

When Ivas had finished praying, they enthusiastically approached him and rubbed against him.

Ivas smiled lightly and touched the chin and face of the white horse that he was going to take away, and suddenly looked at the lake.

"Excuse me...... Is there something wrong? ”

The next moment, a beautiful goddess holding a silver-white staff walked out of the lake wet.

She had waist-length blue and silver damp hair, elven ears, and eyes as clear as sapphires. He looks about six or seven points similar to Shafiya and looks about thirty years old. The clothes were soaked to translucent, and the lake water was dripping on the bare feet.

“…… Ms. Morgan? ”

Ivus asked, raising an eyebrow.

Morgan was about to introduce himself, but when he heard Ivass's words, he was suddenly a little surprised: "You know me?" ”

"I've heard a little bit...... After all, you are also the mother of the Modred Knights. ”

Ivus said with a smile.

"That kid ......"

Hearing this, the corners of Morgan's mouth rose slightly, and he chuckled with some nostalgia.

When she looked at Ivus again, her gaze suddenly became much kinder.

"Someone asked me to come to you...... Guess who? ”

Lancelot...... I? ”

"That's smart. I like you more and more now. ”

Morgan smiled and said, "He told me he was a handsome pastor, and I was still thinking about it...... It's not easy to find. I didn't expect it. Almost the entire island of Glass knows you...... I haven't been back for a few years, and I didn't expect such an outstanding teenager from Avalon.

"Lancelot asked me to give you a gift...... What do you think of me? ”

“…… I have a girlfriend. ”

Ivus took a half step back and said with some vigilance.

As an illusion of the path of love and an apostle of the Shadow Division, it is not surprising that Morgan has done anything.

Sure enough, she smiled even more happily when she heard this: "Isn't that more exciting?" ”

Looking at Ivus's more vigilant expression, she waved her hand: "It's so cute...... Oops, I'm kidding. Don't be so afraid, I'm more or less half of your ancestor. ”

I don't think so. Ivus thought to himself.

For the illusion of the path of love, that trivial ethical relationship may be called a delicious condiment.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not here on my own behalf. I'll have to report back to Lancelot. ”

Morgan said with a smile, raising his staff and shaking it at Ivus, "Okay, my gift has arrived...... Hope you enjoy it.

"See you then, handsome young priest. Oh yes, I'll have you a word - Lancelot says he likes you a lot and hopes to see each other again. ”

…… Well?

Ivus was stunned for a moment.

What did you give?

He didn't radiate the brilliance of the path, and he didn't feel the feeling of being eroded or changed by power.

Not even the system has any hints...... Did you really give? Don't fool me, do you?

"You'll find out soon."

Morgan smiled, holding a finger to his lips and giving a meaningful smile: "It won't be long." ”

But in the moments that Ivas was wondering, Morgan simply retreated into the lake, melting like snow.

(End of chapter)