Pastor's Tantra

Chapter 88 Sculptor Lars Graham

Avalon, White Queen.

It was a rather plain building from the outside, more like a warehouse than a house.

In fact, this is Lars Graham’s sculpture studio.

He was hunched over and holding a bone-white crutch. He stood attentively in front of a two-meter-five-meter-tall stone sculpture with an upper body that was nearly formed. He looked up at it with difficulty.

White translucent chisels and hammers constantly appeared in the air, making crisp knocking sounds. The dense knocking sound is reminiscent of the sound of heavy rain. Without any movement from the old man, the sculpture was carved out at an extremely fast speed, as if a video had been fast-forwarded.

——Lars Graham is 74 years old this year.

The old man's eye sockets were deeply sunken, his eyelids were purple and shriveled, and his darkened face was full of wrinkles. There were almost no strands of his thin, lusterless white curls left, leaving only a thin ring. Perhaps because of the lighting, the shadows in his cloudy brown pupils were a little yellowish. For Master Graham, just raising his head, or even just opening his eyes, was an effort.

Today, the former master of art has become so old and so thin that he looks like a thin shadow.

It's the kind of feeling that once you fall asleep, you may not wake up again at any time.

The silk robe he was wearing had such complicated patterns that it looked like it was wrapped in a Persian carpet - it was mainly made of dark yellow, black and red, with a large number of intricate and detailed patterns that would make people dazzled at a glance. Very few people can control this style of clothing. It is so gorgeous that it will definitely overwhelm the host no matter how beautiful and handsome the owner is.

But that was just fine for Lars Graham.

His whole body was like a withered flower, and his whole body was constantly collapsing inwards. His back was hunched, his shoulders were hunched, his head was lowered, and his legs were bent...and his legs were even thinner than the girl's arms. The body wrapped in that gorgeous robe doesn't seem to be a real body, it's just an empty shell wrapping the soul.

That posture is reminiscent of a dead leaf butterfly trembling its wings slightly in a heavy rain.

Suddenly, the carving sound suddenly stopped.

The sound of the chisel hitting the stone statue still vaguely echoed in my ears like an hallucination.

The old man didn't look back or turn around, he just hissed slowly and in a low voice: "What are you doing here...Chloe."

As his voice fell, a beautiful girl with an artistic temperament suddenly emerged from the shadow behind him.

Chloe's body was covered in scars and dust. The whole body was almost a mess of flesh and blood, and the surface of some of the flesh was even burnt and black.

But in fact, these injuries only look terrible, only the appearance is so terrible that it looks like it has rolled several times on an iron plate. In fact, the inside part has almost healed, at least it has stopped deteriorating. Her right arm, which was almost severed before, has been reattached and almost healed.

"Dean Graham, I came to get some herbs from you."

Chloe's voice was dry and hoarse: "It would be better if there was something to drink... It's close to the city's martial law outside, and I don't dare to go to their herbal shop to buy herbal medicine. But there is still a little more to cure."

She called him Dean because Graham was the current associate dean of the College of Art at Cité University. Although he was invited to Avalon to carve a statue for the Queen, his position as dean was still not removed.

"The herbs are in the cabinet on your left."

The old man sighed and turned around step by step with difficulty on his crutches.

A cold and ruthless third eye appeared on his forehead, and the jasper pupils glanced at Chloe indifferently.

"The injury is not serious, Miss Caramel."

The old man smiled hoarsely, and it was hard to tell whether he was being angry or gloating: "Compared with the troubles you caused, your injuries are too minor."

"That's because I have used all the props I need to save my life!"

She gritted her teeth and said with resentment: "I still don't understand...how did that Moriarty guess that I was there?"

As Chloe spoke, she searched the herb cabinet that was taller than herself, pulling out the needed herb drawers and pouring all the herbs inside on the table.

That is definitely not a "one dose" amount, but a huge amount that is absolutely harmful to normal people and can last for at least ten days. Even if it is made into a dish, you may not be able to finish it in one day.

But Chloe just gobbled up all the herbs.

There is no need for decoction or extraction, and the "pharmaceutical power" contained in the herbal medicine is extracted and purified according to the method. Soon, the wounds all over her body emitted a hazy green light, and the injuries slowly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's like the effects of using these herbs for more than ten days under normal circumstances are concentrated into just a few minutes.

This is the art of "herbal therapy" that works only for you.

The wounds on Chloe's body healed faster than when she took the herbs. After she consumed all the herbs, the horrific injuries on her body were almost completely healed.

Then she started vomiting violently. He spat out lumps of rotten black mud mixed with minced meat.

It was a mixture of herbs that had been drained of their potency and waste products produced by the body as it accelerated healing. After vomiting, Chloe's spirits improved significantly.

"...Ah, I'm alive."

Chloe breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said to Graham behind her: "Dean Graham, I will help clean up these later!"

The old man ignored her, just glanced at her expressionlessly, and walked to his table with a bone-white crutch.

Chloe quickly went over and poured Graham a glass of water.

Old Graham glanced at her and said slowly: "Is there anything else?"

"I just want to take revenge and vent my anger before I leave...so I want to seek some advice from you."

Chloe snorted. She was obviously still a little unconvinced... mainly because the assets she had lost made her a little heartbroken.

"Let me remind you that the mission given to you by the association has been completed, Chloe."

Graham held the water glass and said in a long voice in Iris: "If I were you, I would hide in the countryside immediately. I will return home as soon as the situation calms down a bit."

"They can't catch me."

After being hunted for several days, Chloe obviously gained full confidence: "Inspectors on the path of authoritarianism are much stupider than extraordinary people on the path of love and beauty. This time I planned more carefully and ambush Ai in advance. Wen Si's sleeping place, squatting with him for a day or two without eating or drinking, will definitely succeed."

"It looks more like a trap to me."

The old man took a sip of water and said quietly: "You are too proud, Miss Chloe. Although you entered the fourth level at the age of twenty-four, you have not officially entered the fifth level yet. It is not completed. If you go through the advanced ritual, there are still many people in Avalon who can deal with you.

"The Grand Arbiter, the Grand Inquisitor, the Grand Guardian, the Grand Justice, plus Master Yanis of the Theocracy. Just the extraordinary beings who have been confirmed to have reached the fifth energy level and are willing to serve the royal family. There are at least five of them. If you meet any of them, you will definitely not be able to escape.

"Not only that, not even the Arbitration Hall was dispatched. With the power of arbitration, they can exert the full power of the authoritarian path in Avalon... Knights without power and honor cannot exert much threat. You would take such a reckless action, and I think you have deviated from the path of adaptation. I will report this to the leader when I get back."

Who could have known that this stupid student who he had taught for a semester but who had never been able to understand the path of beauty would become like a fish in water after switching to the path of beauty?

However, the smooth advancement and never-failed assassination made her mentality a little unbalanced now.

Being so high-profile is not the principle advocated by Adaptation to the Road. This is also the reason why her strength began to stagnate.

"...What the dean means is that you don't object to my actions now?"

Chloe was a little surprised to see that her old superior was not opposed to this.

She showed a sweet and obedient smile and said flatteringly: "You are also a 'master'. You are also an extraordinary person at the fifth level of the art path. It took Master Yanis more than two hundred years to become a master. And it only took you less than forty years to become a 'master'..."

"Ho ho... it's useless. I won't accept this."

But the old man just smiled in a low voice: "Let me state in advance, no matter how close you are to success, I will not take action. I have taken over a more important task and cannot be exposed. And Yanis is spying on me, so it is difficult for me to take action. .”

"Just in case, let me ask...where are you planning to ambush?"

"I haven't thought about it yet. How is his family?" Chloe said casually.

"-don't go there."

Old Graham denied it without hesitation: "His butler Oswald is dangerous."

"Does he have a fifth level?"

"It's hard to say, but it is very likely. Oswald does not have a 'career', but has inherited the old system used by the immortal species in the old era before the emergence of 'career'. His path is completely mixed and incomprehensible. Systematically, all the power is mixed in multiple paths, and the trajectory of its manifestation is not clear. No one knows which paths he is adaptable to, and what power he has mastered.

"But based on the abilities he has shown so far, he has at least the fourth level of ability to adapt to the path. Moreover, the elf is well-informed, and he probably knows the information about shadow sneaking. You will definitely die if you go there."

The old man looked at Chloe with his ruthless and mean eyes, like a critic of art works examining other people's works, and made a cadence in a strange sentence: "If there is a chance that you will be captured alive... I will will kill you.

"Now, say it again. Where are you going to ambush?"

"……Well."

She didn't expect the Elf Butler to be so powerful, which surprised her.

"That means he must be outside. Although I haven't read the Avalonian newspaper, I am sure that he must be famous. If he is assassinated by me, it will definitely become big news."

Chloe replied briskly: "In order to give me time to escape, this matter must be hidden from other people's eyes and ears. So I can only kill him quickly where no one can find him, and also leave him behind." Enough time to escape..."

"Then my suggestion is that you go to the White Shoes Club now. Go and see his commendation ceremony." The old man replied.

"...But it's almost five o'clock now?"

"It doesn't matter. He will attend the commendation meeting of the Supervisory Bureau this afternoon. Even if there is no dinner, he will not be back until at least 5:30. Considering the long distance, the earliest he can reach the dormitory will be 6 or 7 o'clock. If there is a dinner, , he might have to go back two or three hours later... maybe even drink some wine.

"According to my information, someone wanted to do something to him this afternoon... Just two hours ago, two demonologists from the Noble Red Society had sneaked into Wangli Law University. The statue of the great man placed at the entrance of the school has been They told me this. They are not weak, but I think their assassination will definitely fail. The means used to prevent you can be used by the people of Noble Red. Because he must also know that you are still alive.

"On the other hand, you can also observe Aiwass' methods and trump cards."

Although he did not agree with the contemptuous plan given by the young assassin code-named "Caramel", the old man still gave the correct advice based on his rich assassination experience when he was young: "There is no better assassination opportunity than this.

"He has solved the enemy who wanted to kill him and accepted an honor that is almost impossible to obtain at his age. He must be relaxed and proud. After that, you go directly to his dormitory to ambush.

"And he will be tired after socializing, full food will also make people sleepy, and alcohol will make people depressed. You can even apply poisonous ointment directly on his lips without using the 'eagle feather', and he will fall asleep He died of poisoning. In that case, no one would realize that the cause of his death was poison at the first time... You would have enough time to escape from the glass island."

"As expected of the dean!"

Chloe was convinced: "That's what I'll do!"