Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 1034 Argance de Vendôme

Aiwass looked at the old duke silently.

——Whether the "Anne Alexandre" who gave birth to him or the "Anne de Vendôme" who is still alive now is the real person and which is the copy...but one thing is self-evident.

That is... the old Duke of the Vendôme family is Aiwass’s real grandfather.

It was not until this moment that Aiwass realized so truly...

It turns out that I still have a real, direct relative who is connected to me by blood living in this world.

The love and affection that I had been looking for from the old queen in the past, I now have it without having to look for it.

And the old duke also stared at Aiwass.

His pupils, which should have been emerald green, were now covered with a layer of cloud, showing a grayish color. Even so, he could see Aiwass's face clearly without glasses.

“…They really look like them.”

The old duke stared at Aiwass without blinking, muttering in a low voice.

Aiwass sat quietly on the sofa on the opposite side, and Anne sat beside him, facing Sherlock. Arsene, who followed behind, hesitated for a while, took off his coat, and sat alone on the other side, occupying the largest sofa.

"With...you?"

Aiwass asked softly, "And you looked when you were young."

Looking at this old man who, even though so old, still vaguely resembles himself, Aiwass became much more obedient.

"Hehe...I guess so."

The old duke was evasive.

His voice was low, and the laughter rolled in the depths of his throat, like the roar of a tiger or a lion.

He stared at Aiwass and suddenly said a name: "Argon."

"what?"

"My name is...Argant de Vendôme."

Old Argon tapped his fingers on the armrest of the sofa, his tone soft and calm.

The old man's voice was so gentle to his grandson who suddenly appeared, as if a little louder voice would scare him away.

"I will remember."

Aiwass nodded seriously.

Then the table fell into silence again, but Sherlock, who was drinking black tea, raised his mouth slightly. He pretended that he saw nothing, and concentrated on sipping the black tea without saying a word.

He did not speak first, but told Aiwass directly what he had encountered.

According to what Aiwass knew about Sherlock, this meant that Sherlock had found the clue but had not yet completed it - he always liked to keep it mysterious like this.

When he has no idea about a case, he always likes to discuss the case with others to get inspiration. But once he gets the inspiration and grasps the direction, he will suddenly shut up and remain silent - at this stage he especially likes to act alone to verify his guess.

Because that is Sherlock's pride and reserve.

He didn't want to make a wrong guess, which would mean failure and mislead others' thinking. This was an unacceptable failure for Sherlock - he could not see the truth clearly because of his own reasons, but he could not forgive himself for telling a wrong truth.

Once he is sure of everything, he will spill the beans. You can't help but listen, because Sherlock at this stage always has an extremely strong desire to talk... If he knows you are not free, he will continue talking the next time you meet.

——It’s like a tokusatsu guy or a card player who catches his girlfriend talking excitedly.

Seeing that Sherlock was immersed in the second stage, Aiwass knew that there was nothing much to say to Sherlock in the Riddler stage, so he turned his head and looked at the old Duke.

He hesitated for a while, but still asked directly: "My Lord Duke...are you not feeling well?"

Seeing that old Argon was so afraid of the cold, he was really worried.

It's May now.

Even with the fireplace on and thick fur pajamas on, he was still shivering from the cold... If Aiwass didn't have a strong resistance to fire, he would probably feel dizzy from the heat after sitting for a while. Even though Yasen had long been accustomed to heavy clothes due to the influence of the tantra, he still had to take off his coat before he could sit down.

"Now, I am probably one of the top three healers in this material world. If you have any physical problems, it may be more helpful to consult me ​​instead of taking medicine or asking other bishops to treat you."

Aiwass said that he was ranked in the top three, which was even considered modest. Even the current Pope might not be as good as Aiwass in the form of the Sin Beast in terms of healing.

Old Argon didn't refuse, but just looked at Aiwass with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work."

A golden light flashed in Aiwas's eyes, and then a crimson glow symbolizing the path of synchronized dedication lit up.

No words or movements were needed—the "Regeneration Blessing" that could slowly restore the body was already attached to the body. Immediately afterwards, a free "Glory" was also sprinkled on Old Algon.

The old duke's body regained vitality in the blink of an eye. His purple skin returned to normal and full of vitality. Even his gray pupils returned to green. His whole body seemed to be inflated, and he went from shriveled to plump. He suddenly looked twenty years younger.

Even Argan himself was surprised: "Is this... the healing ability of the former Pope? It's actually..."

When Aiwas heard this, he was secretly concerned.

He obviously hadn't expected Aiwass's healing ability to be so strong.

The reason why I asked Aiwas to treat him before was probably just to avoid spoiling his fun.

But from another perspective...

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Neither illumination nor radiance can prolong life. Being able to rejuvenate an aging body and prolong the physical state of youth is the domain of fire worship... It is the "company benefit" of the candle master to these priests who burn their own lives to illuminate others.

All that illumination technology can do is to "repair the damage".

—In other words, the situation in Argonne is not a natural one…it’s man-made.

Only curses or damage caused by others can be restored when receiving illumination magic.

To use the words in the game... Only the empty health bar can be healed back. If the maximum health value is reduced, then no amount of healing will be of any use.

"…Why do you think treatment is useless?"

Aiwass asked seriously, "Did you receive the illumination technique from the bishop, but it didn't work?"

"right……"

Argon felt the heat immediately.

He ordered someone to turn off the stove and took off his pajamas. Anne obviously felt the cold, she shrank her neck but said nothing.

Argon realized this.

He did not answer Aiwass's question immediately, but looked at Aiwass first and asked on behalf of his daughter: "Can you use the same healing technique on Annie as before?"

"of course."

Aiwass didn't think twice.

As a pastor, let alone the fact that this was his mother's counterpart... even if a passerby made a request to him, he would definitely accept it. It has nothing to do with reward - this is the awareness of the devotee.

As a giver, if you cannot help others when you have the ability to help them right at your fingertips, it is like a person with extreme gluttony having to fast, or a person with extreme thirst being forced to abstain from sex.

After Anne received treatment, she accidentally touched her heart.

“…It’s definitely not cold anymore.”

"what is happening?"

Aiwass asked seriously: "Is it some kind of curse?"

"Maybe... but I can't be sure, is this a curse or a blessing? I have also looked for many ways to remove the curse... Whether it is the bishop's treatment or the witch's spell removal, it is useless. The ancestors are the same... I didn't expect..."

Argan breathed a sigh of relief, and the tense feeling in his whole body also relaxed.

His expression was extremely complicated. Even though he was saved, he did not show any obvious excitement, but instead felt annoyed and regretful.

Anne spoke up and said softly, "In the past, one of the Vendome ancestors broke a taboo. Since then, every generation of Vendome has suffered from a strange disease.

"At any random point in life, you will suddenly fall ill. From then on, your body will feel cold every night. The closer it is to midnight, the colder it will be, and it will return to normal after the sun rises.

"The longer you have the disease, the more severe the cold becomes. My brother Berard was sick when he was six or seven years old, and then he died at the age of twenty. The doctor said he was frozen to death, as if he had been lying in a winter blizzard all night."

(End of this chapter)