Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 795 Count Leipzig: I have a bold idea
March 23rd.

It was not until around nine o'clock in the morning that Aleister slowly opened his eyes.

"…My head is still a little dizzy."

She stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, then closed her eyes and shrank back into Isabel's quilt.

This is not Star Antimony, not the dangerous and chaotic Leipzig. This is Avalon, the Glass Island, the Palace of Silver and Tin... It is Isabel's bedroom.

This is absolutely safe...home.

"Don't give up my dream, keep sleeping..."

Aleister muttered, curling up in a warm sleepy ball.

Half asleep and half awake, she felt someone quietly lift a crack in the quilt, sneak in, and then quietly hugged Aleister's slender waist.

Aleister didn't react at all, and even hugged the arm in return.

"Hey~"

Isabel's voice, like a whisper, rang in Aleister's ears, accompanied by warm breath and the tickling of falling hair: "How did you know it was me who came in?"

"...If it wasn't you, your guards would have beaten you out."

Aleister turned around, put his arms around Isabel, snuggled in her arms and whispered.

Of course, there was another reason—she could smell Isabel.

Thanks to the Moon Child's keen sense of smell, Aleister had already smelled Isabel's scent when she approached him on tiptoe.

Isabel touched Aleister's head lovingly and said softly, "If you are tired, take a rest."

In Isabel's memory, Aiwass had never really taken a break. Even when he seemed to have nothing to do, he was always studying hard or handling government affairs. Since Isabel met Aiwass, he had never taken a day off.

Even though Aiwass had fallen into a deep sleep in the truest sense, he was still protecting the Eternal Church in another way. At the same time, he changed into another attitude and entered into a busier and more dangerous work...

Anyway, Isabel had already asked - Aleister had plenty of time. Several days were enough for her to make the trip.

Now I can empty my mind and take a good rest... It can be said to be a very rare opportunity.

For this reason, Isabel pushed all the matters of the past two days to Mycroft Hermes, just to be able to spend more time with Aleister.

She patted Aleister's back gently and sang the lullaby she had sung in her dream when they first met.

At that time, Aiwass was still trying to resist the sleepiness brought by her lullaby...but now, Aleister no longer had the need to resist.

She had already fallen into a peaceful and deep sleep.

At this moment.

In the distance is the star, the city of knowledge, Leipzig.

Count Leipzig was forced to wake up before the sun rose.

It wasn't that there was any work to be done...but there was someone who brought work that he had to deal with.

In the swimming pool of the Leipzig manor, Pomponazzi casually walked up with a girl in his arms. Water drops fell on the ground as he walked, and he just shook his head casually, shaking off the water drops on his hair like a dog.

He took a sip of iced and sugary lemon brandy from the butler who always served him with a tray.

The first generation Red Prime chuckled and said leisurely: "Haven't you found Bayard yet?
"—and couldn't find a soul in your place for hours. You let me down, Finn."

Pomponazzi rarely read out the name of Count Leipzig, and slowly poured the remaining wine in his glass onto Count Leipzig's hair.

Leipzig was very particular about his hairstyle, and would usually glare at someone if they touched it casually. But at this moment, he dared not move at all, letting the sticky wine with sugar flow down his hair and neck, and onto his expensive dress.

He didn't bother to wipe the wine off and was even a little dazed for a moment.

Finn... He hadn't heard this name for a long time.

In the past, when Fernan Heinrich was loved by the Queen, people respectfully called him Prince Heinrich; and after he was ordered to build the city of knowledge Leipzig as his fiefdom, people even more respectfully called him Count Leipzig. Now his friends usually just call him "Leipzig" or "Heinrich".

Today, I'm afraid not many people still remember his name.

...What does it mean when my father suddenly calls me by my name? Is it to express dissatisfaction? Or is it to show intimacy? Or is it a form of control... or a warning? Is he saying that I am still a child in front of him, or is he a little dissatisfied with my control over Leipzig...

Count Leipzig thought quickly, but still could not discern Pomponazzi's intentions, so he could only say respectfully: "At least we already know that Ms. Bayard has been living with Prince Szijjártó all this time..."

"Does she like that type? Then give it to her."

Pomponazzi said casually, "I'll go back and remove little Szijjártó from Valentin. If she wants, she can take him away directly."

"Yes, we have also found out that she went to the Spiritual Tower with a monster..."

"……monster?"

Peng Bonazi raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "Is it the Shadow Demon?"

Count Leipzig shook his head: "No, it's a monster with flesh and blood. It looks... a bit like a young dragon." "Maybe it's her pet."

Pomponazzi didn't take it seriously and commented with a smile: "It could be her lover or child, or it could be both lover and child. Who knows."

After hearing this information, he looked at Count Leipzig again and nodded slightly with satisfaction: "Not bad, I am not too disappointed."

“This is all because of you…”

The Count of Leipzig was interrupted before he could finish his flattering words.

"—but it's not enough."

Pomponazzi casually handed the empty wine glass to Count Leipzig and patted the back of his hand gently: "Don't make me wait too long... When can you find Bayard? Give me a precise number."

"If it goes well……"

"I don't want to hear 'what ifs'."

Peng Bonazi's eyes were deep. "I want to see her before dark tonight. Don't we have clues? Let's go find her."

Count Leipzig replied: "Yes..."

"Oh, by the way. Remember to be polite and don't cause me any trouble."

"……Yes."

Count Leipzig was silent for a while, but still nodded his head and responded.

The blond, red-eyed young man stressed, his eyes full of boredom. He was fed up with the fact that his "children" always brought him all kinds of enemies - even though Pomponazzi's personality was extremely volatile, extravagant and decadent, he didn't have many enemies.

After all, Pomponazzi is a believer in the banquet host and believes that "everyone who comes and goes is a guest."

His attitude towards guests was much better than towards his own children. Rather than threatening or forcing them, he would take them out to play and make friends through endless fun. But after we got to know him, his attitude gradually became worse, and he also revealed his irritability and volatility.

On the contrary, his children, the children of the moon he converted, acted much more arrogant and high-profile than him. They were never afraid of causing trouble. At worst, they would come back and give Peng Bonanqi a beating. After Peng Bonanqi vented his anger, he would always clean up their mess.

The most famous among them is the "succubus" Emma.

But in the past twenty years or so... Count Leipzig clearly sensed that Pomponazzi had become increasingly irritable and violent. In the past, he would always just laugh it off or even laugh out loud when the children did something stupid, but now he gets angry more and more often...

His desires were not so strong before, as if he had to vent them every moment. At that time, he preferred to hold banquets and drink blood or wine with his friends. Every day, he listened to music, watched performances, talked about someone's gossip and black material, and criticized the stupidity and failure of the king and other factions. The proportion of blood and flesh desires was less than one tenth.

The fact that he has left so few biological descendants over the years is evidence of this.

——It seemed to be an anxious emotion.

It could also be the aging of the mind.

When Count Leipzig was chatting with his friends in the Ziggurat, he also learned that longevity on the path of love does not mean immortality. It is a kind of "extremely strong vitality", but the spirit does not belong to the immortal species.

This is proof that the lives of the Moon Children are closer to those of humans than those of the truly long-lived elves, who therefore live at an extremely slow pace.

This also means that the Moon Children have another kind of "lifespan". That is their spiritual lifespan - even the Moon Children are material beings with multiple paths. As long as they are material beings, they will get out of control due to the overflow of the paths, so the Moon Children will become more extreme as their lifespan increases. It's just that the Moon Children themselves don't have the so-called "original heart", so there is no such thing as "losing the original heart".

——It is obvious that Pomponazzi’s sanity has reached its limit.

If he cannot embark on the path to perfection and advance to the sixth level... once his path of love becomes completely distorted and begins to cover the path of transcendence, he will probably never be able to advance again.

But maybe there is another way...

An extremely transcendent idea suddenly popped up in Count Leipzig's mind.

Even at the moment when that thought came into being, he felt that his path to transcendence, which had not moved for many years, began to activate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Father...I suddenly had an idea..."

He hesitated and stammered - because the idea was too presumptuous.

And Pomponazzi glanced at him.

Originally, he should have become furious and started scolding or even beating the other person for such nagging, cowardly and unsociable behavior.

But looking at the purple halo clearly visible in the eyes of Count Leipzig, Pomponazzi took the towel handed by the girl with great interest. He just casually put it on his shoulders, then crossed his arms and waited patiently for Count Leipzig to sort out his words.

Because the girl next to Pomponazzi was also an insider - her father was also a participant in the Ring of the Tail and almost became a sacrifice, so the Count of Leipzig did not hide it:

"...Father, the Tail Ring ritual obtained from the Tail Secret Sutra does not restrict its use to those who have reached the stage of transcendence."

"Ok, I know."

"The Rosicrucian summons fifth-level transcendents from all over the world and gathers them together... intending to use the Tail Ring ritual to steal the power of the Fallen Angels. In order to achieve this goal, they need more transcendents to pull down enough power in the ritual..."

Count Leipzig said slowly and hesitantly: "Then can we, the Sons of the Moon, also use the [Tail Ring]?"

(End of this chapter)