Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 807: To Bayard (asking for monthly ticket)

The ceremony is going on smoothly.

Looking at the elevator-like ritual rooms on both sides, going up and down like a seesaw, wisps of gray air were slowly drawn out, piercing the translucent body of the King of the Wild Hunt like felt... Aleister realized that he had really found the right person.

With such an understatement, he could deal with the remaining soul of Tiansi...

Although it was not a complete soul that had descended, but a residual soul after death, it was still shocking enough.

Matthias Grunewald was concentrating on watching over the souls of the two people—he did not hold a staff, but simply raised his hands.

The dim yellow light spread in the bones of his hands, and the part of his soul that was sucked away was perfectly glued back by him. He didn't even notice the loss of this part of his energy.

Looking at the King of the Wild Hunt who was infused with the residual soul of Gray Sky Master bit by bit, Aleister fell into deep thought.

Being injected with the remnant soul of Tiansi in this way...is it considered as being implanted with fragments of Tiansi?

Aleister remembered that the Beast of Sin could evolve again by fusing with a fragment of a Celestial Master of the same nature.

Gray Sky is a spider, smoke, illusion, and lie - His attributes are wind and water, symbolizing the volatility of flowing things. And today's King of the Wild Hunt, Heleqin, happens to be the beast of sin with the attribute of wind!

Since Gray Tianshi was able to reincarnate completely in this way, it means that his Tianshi fragments were not left in the dream world. When Aiwas communicated with the pillar gods before, he also learned that Gray Tianshi was not completely dead... That is to say, his power is actually scattered among these "human pillars".

...But Aleister closed his eyes and felt it. The King of the Wild Hunt was still in a very stable state. There was no sign of evolution.

The power is clearly there, but I can't get it...

——It seems that this is because Hui Tiansi has not died completely yet.

When the resurrected Hui Tiansi is completely killed, perhaps the remaining soul in Heleqin's body will become the seed of power.

Watching the roaring machine running extremely steadily, like a clock's pendulum, Aleister soon felt sleepy.

Just at this moment, old Adolf suddenly realized something.

"Red phase is coming?"

Aleister asked.

"Yes... shall we go down together?"

Vice Principal Adolf asked with concern.

"No need," Aleister shook his head, "I'll go see him myself."

If Adolf were included, the truth might be exposed.

——Yes, Aleister planned to pretend to be Bayard and meet Pomponazzi.

Although the King of the Wild Hunt was occupied, Aleister couldn't come out to ask Bayard questions on the spot. But Aiwass had been in contact with the Shadow Fiend for a long time... and Pomponazzi and Bayard were not that close.

We all only have a vague understanding of each other, so why do you say I am fake?
At least my face is real!

That was an undetectable mask bestowed by the Twin Mirrors themselves!
So Aleister walked to the elevator alone and went to the third floor of the Psychic Tower.

As the elevator slowly moved downward, Aleister covered his face with his hands, recalled Bayard whom he had met in the promotion ceremony, and took two deep breaths.

When she took her hand away again, her eyes had become cold, almost exactly the same as Bayard in the promotion ceremony.

But this doesn't work either...After so many years, Bayard must have changed.

So Aleister rubbed his face again, softening his eyes and mouth.

When she reached the door of the reception room, she knocked on it casually. Without waiting for a sound from inside, she opened the door and walked in.

The Pomponazzi inside didn't seem to be having a party as Aleister had imagined... At least his clothes were well-dressed, looking solemn and formal.

——This was the first time Aleister met Pomponazzi.

He had a very handsome face, roughly similar to Aiwass. But compared to Aiwass, who had rounder cheeks and a gentle temperament, Pomponazzi's face was relatively narrower and longer. If he hadn't combed his golden hair to shoulder length, making his head look bigger, his face would have looked even longer.

This hairstyle made Aleister feel that Pomponazzi looked like a lady of noble temperament when he looked at her from the side.

The black and red noble dress he wore, with a raised collar, reminded people of the vampire literature popular in Avalon. In fact, the clothes of the "vampires" came from the noble clothing popular in the empire, which was the proof of their self-proclaimed orthodoxy.

They do have the qualifications of being "orthodox" - after all, many of them are truly aristocrats from the imperial period.

Not the descendant of the nobility, not the legal heir of the nobility... but the nobility "himself".

Is there anyone more orthodox than me?

"Long time no see, Pomponazzi."

Bayard said, "I heard you were looking for me."

Her voice is hoarse and magnetic, always so orderly, yet distant because of her politeness.

Pomponazzi, who was tasting the wine with his eyes closed, opened his eyes slightly and turned his head. His deep red pupils were even redder than the wine in his hand.

When he saw Bayard, there was an obvious hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

Her height of nearly 1.8 meters was quite recognizable... She was already so tall, and she was wearing high heels. This made her half a head taller than Pomponazzi. She no longer wore sharp metal half-frame glasses like she did in the past. After taking off the glasses, her emerald green eyes showed more of that devilish charm. Her gaze was still the same as before, cold and arrogant, full of danger and aggression like a she-wolf.

"Lady Bayard...it's been a long time indeed."

Pomponazzi slowly stood up from his chair, walked over with a smile, shook hands briefly with Bayard, and then let go.

Aleister was somewhat surprised by the unusually polite attitude.

Bayard also raised his eyebrows, and said half in surprise and half in sarcasm: "So polite, Pomponazzi? I thought you regarded me as your lover."

"…Did that idiot Finn say that?"

Pomponazzi's face darkened, and he immediately guessed who the source of the news was from Bayard's mouth: "Humph... I have specifically reminded them many times not to cause trouble for me outside. I thought he was a smart man."

As he spoke, he exerted a little force with his fingers, but did not break the fragile amber wine glass.

"Dear Count Leipzig has been frozen into an ice sculpture because of his offensive words. Do you want to take him back to thaw him? Anyway, he is not dead yet... With your ability, you should be able to thaw him easily." Bayard sneered.

"I don't want to see him now. Just leave it here... I can give it to you if you like it. It can be considered a work of art. I'll name this ice sculpture "The Talking Fool"."

Pomponazzi said fiercely, and put the wine glass on the table. He also took out an amber wine glass for Bayard from the table... and poured the bright red wine from the bottle of ancient wine he brought into it.

The first generation Red Prime Minister was not in a hurry to talk, but pushed the wine glass in front of Bayard.

"Bayard" picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

The familiar and slippery feeling at the entrance instantly made her originally emerald green pupils tinged with a hint of bright red. Just like blood surging in a turquoise lake, it dyed her pupils bright red.

"…Aperitif at the Arc Moon Manor?"

"Bayard" tasted the wine with a frown on his face.

This was the "Moon Child's aperitif" that she had seen during the promotion ceremony. Strictly speaking, it was not wine, but blood with a relatively high alcohol concentration... After being processed, it was provided in large quantities as a drink to boost the mood before the banquet.

In the days when the Moon Manor existed, the price of this wine was very low, basically like the drinks or ice cream provided in a buffet restaurant.

But now...

She picked up the bottle, but didn't find any label on it.

"This wine... should be older than Xingti."

"Bayard" frowned with some disgust.

"The taste is well preserved, isn't it?" Peng Bonanzi smiled.

“There’s still an air of aging.”

Bayard said bluntly: "Or rather, it can't be said to have a strong smell. Even blood-sniffing beasts may not drink this kind of blood."

She is now also a child of the moon and can taste the unpleasant and decadent taste of it.

To be honest, the blood in this bottle of wine tastes like the blood of an old man...

"That means the principal didn't keep it well for me."

Peng Bonazi smiled and said, "This is the wine I took from the Huyue Manor. I asked the principal to preserve it for me. I will drink it in the future... I originally planned to keep it as a souvenir. There is only one bottle in total, and I took it out today to meet an old friend.

"But now it seems... things that are gone should just be left alone."

As he spoke, Peng Bonazi reached out and touched the bottle of wine.

A thin layer of blood mist appeared in his hand, corroding the bottle of old wine into nothingness in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

Like a magic trick, he flipped his wrist and took out a bottle of Holy Tree No. 1 that was emitting wisps of white cold air.

"Since it's already spoiled, don't drink it. Try this... This is wine brewed with the blood of the apostles. It's truly good stuff."

"This is indeed a good wine..."

"Bayard" watched Pomponazzi pour him a glass of wine, resting his left hand on his chin.

——This was Pomponazzi’s test.

Aleister understood.

It was not until now that Pomponazzi was sure that he was Bayard...

So she felt more relieved, and even her tone was mixed with a little aggression: "But when did we become 'old friends', Pomponazzi? Did I know you well before?"

"You may not know me very well, but I have known you for a long time... Let me introduce myself. My name is Franz Pomponazzi."

The first generation red phase held up a liquid that emitted a white chill and was as crystal clear as a ruby.

"——A toast to the great Lady Bayard."

(End of this chapter)