Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 1025: How about moving the quilt away as well?

Everything in Haibasha's studio was surprisingly normal.

It was like an ordinary office—with two tables, a few scattered stools, a cabinet for files and books, and even a single bed.

Just looking at the furniture... except for this bed, it looks like an ordinary teacher's office. Everything looks very plain, without any patterns. If anything, everything here is made of wood, without a single bit of metal or masonry. Because of this, the cabinets don't even have glass.

The walls, ceiling and floor are all made of wood. Even the quilt and the paper on the table can be considered plant products.

In addition to these furniture, there are also a large number of plants in the studio.

These are special flowers or vines that can only survive in the dream world - each one has a completely different style and is full of vitality. Aiwass even saw a well-fed sinthorn. It resonated with Aiwass from a distance, and Aiwass felt that if he turned into a sin beast, he could take it back into his body.

"…If the laws of the dream world and the material world are similar in some ways…"

Sherlock murmured in a low voice: "Is there someone who comes here often?"

He also apparently noticed the condition of the plants in the room.

"not necessarily."

Aiwass said meaningfully: "You can think in another way - don't think in the way of the material world. The extraordinary power of the material world is restricted by the wall of balance, but there is no such restriction in the dream world. You might as well think in an outrageous way."

"what do you mean……"

Seeing that Aiwass was calm and composed, Sherlock roughly guessed, "It's not that someone has been maintaining these plants...but that these plants don't need maintenance?"

"What do you mean?"

Amazed by the power of the Moonlight Key, Arsene just took the key back when he heard Sherlock say something he didn't understand: "I don't understand that kind of thing, great detective. If you have something to say, just say it."

"It means," Aiwass explained, "time is frozen here."

"—Until you open this door, it will remain the same as when Lady Hypatia left."

Sherlock continued.

There were five spirit dolls on the chairs. The soul of Lady Haibasha's child was inside one of them.

These dolls are made very delicately, like figurines of about 30 centimeters to half a meter. They look like miniature girls... their age is about the same as that of humans between 11 or 12 years old and 13 or 14 years old. To be more precise, they are "like the age of magical girls." However, they are all elves, so this age range may be increased by 60 or 70 years.

And the way they dress is a bit like magical girls - in terms of color, it's exactly the five-color team.

Each doll was wearing a skirt of a different color. The shapes of those skirts were not the style that elves usually used, but more like some kind of flower theme.

"…white daffodils, yellow laurels, blood-red anemones, blue hyacinths, pink-purple crocuses."

Aiwass recognized the flowers represented by the five colors and decorations and fell into deep thought.

What do these flowers mean?

And Sherlock walked over to the desk to investigate.

He saw the unfinished draft of the calculation - it was the calculation equation of one of the "final formulas". And Haibasha's pen was still on the table.

"This is……"

Realizing something, Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

He looked at the bed and found that the quilt was not folded. There were some books beside the bed, one of which had a bookmark in it.

This is the Dream World, the source of supernatural power. Living in the Dream World, the Apostles no longer need sleep to recover their strength... so in theory, they can work all the time without sleep. Still keeping the habit of sleeping is just a form of entertainment chosen by some Apostles in order to maintain their humanity.

Reading in bed is considered learning for some people, but for the apostles of the path of wisdom, it is just entertainment.

From this perspective, there is no essential difference between the bed and the card table for the apostles.

"...Judging from the traces, Ms. Haibasha must have just finished her break and was about to start working when she suddenly went out."

Sherlock said, checking the manuscript.

There were twelve pages of manuscript paper in total, which took Haibasha only a few hours at most. It was even possible that these pages were written last time, and he had just started writing this time.

"what does that mean?"

Yasen asked when he didn't understand.

Sherlock said calmly: "It means that Ms. Haibasha at least did not think that she would not come back here before leaving the room."

"That is to say, her reincarnation was a sudden event. She didn't even have the chance to return to her room and pack up her things..." Aiwass said, picking up one of the dolls placed on the chair.

Just like playing with a doll, he moved her arms and legs, made her do a move similar to Ultraman transforming or Superman flying, and stood her up on the table.

“…There was no chance to hide my daughter.”

"Which one is her daughter, Aiwass?"

Sherlock looked up and asked, "Can you find the one with a soul?"

"Haibasha's sealing technique is so good that there is no way to find the only correct one without destroying the puppet."

Aiwass said calmly: "But...if I'm not mistaken, these five dolls should all have souls."

"...You mean, there are four more sacrifices? Or is it one soul split into five parts?"

Sherlock's brows furrowed.

"Sacrifice... maybe. Or maybe a test subject. And the worst case scenario... is an artificial soul."

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Aiwass's voice was low.

Sherlock realized what Aiwass was going to say.

When it comes to artificial soul technology, we cannot avoid mentioning Aiwass’s grandfather, Jacob.

Why did he study this taboo in the first place?

This is research that the sand timepiece explicitly does not allow.

"Since you can't tell which one it is," Yassen suggested an absolutely correct idea, "why don't you just take them all? If it's hard for you to take them, I can take two."

"You can, but you don't have to."

Aiwass said, gently patting the girl he brought to the table: "It should be her."

That is the little girl with the pink and purple dress, symbolizing saffron.

Although Aiwass didn't know why it was her, he still remembered the plot in the game - the broken doll was wearing a long skirt of this color.

He had originally intended to take it with him alone.

However, Yasen's words reminded Aiwass that he did not come alone.

——Since there are so many of them, we might as well take them all away!
And since we have decided to take them all away...

"It just so happens... Yassen broke in and broke this door as well."

Aiwass calmly looked at the many rare dream treasures and collectibles hanging on the wall: "Take them away as well. They are easy to lose if they are left here anyway."

"Take it all?"

Arsen was not ashamed of breaking into the room, but was rather eager to try.

"Take them all away," Aiwass said affirmatively. "Sherlock, check the bookcase to see if there is any important information or intelligence, and take them away as well. I'll guard the door."

"…Then wouldn't we become burglars?"

Sherlock was somewhat reluctant.

But Aiwass believed that rather than having a sense of morality... it was mainly because Sherlock was too lazy to do such unskilled work.

"It's not the same."

Aiwass corrected rigorously, "This should be considered a burglary. We blew the door open to get in, just like bank robbers do."

"——What?"

The only professional here seemed extremely confident: "Don't you have the owner's commission? This is called moving! It's legal! Anyway, she has violated the taboo and doesn't plan to come back, right? Then take all her things away together - how about taking the quilt with her? Ask her if she still wants it. If she doesn't want it... I think the quilt used by the apostles can also be sold for a lot of money. There may be something in the cracks of this bed, so break the bed up and see?"

"It makes sense." "It makes sense."

Aiwass and Sherlock nodded and couldn't help but sigh:
——Professionals are still professionals!

(End of this chapter)