Pastor's Tantra

Haina was stunned for a moment, and then she realized with fear what she had said.

Fortunately she asked this question to Mr. Sherlock and not Director Kent!

"As for why I don't enter the Supervision Bureau..."

Sherlock said calmly: "Because you and I are similar but different people, and I can't go far either - this world is not one where the more talented and outstanding people can go higher. When I graduated, I Got it.”

"……What's the meaning?"

"It means that I am the same as you. Compared with the authoritarian way, I prefer other paths."

The black-haired young man was not afraid and said calmly: "What I asked Mr. Kent for was the mysterious book on the path of wisdom. I helped him solve the problem, and he banned the book for me in his own name - this is a fair transaction of mutual exploitation. . Now, my second path has almost reached the second level...compared with the path of authority, the path of wisdom is the path I really yearn for."

"but……"

What else did Haina want to say.

But her instincts were suddenly triggered. So she immediately looked wary and kept silent.

After the two faced each other in silence for five or six seconds, a panting middle-aged man ran over from the corner.

"Haina - I finally found you, I've been looking for you for a long time! Hey, Consultant Sherlock is here too! Great, the director is looking for you!"

"What's wrong Mr. Kent?"

Sherlock asked bluntly: "I have other things to do now."

"He didn't say...but I think you should go and have a look. It won't take long, right?"

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "You also know, Mr. Sherlock - if it is something boring, Mr. Director will not specially invite you to come, right?"

"Fine."

Sherlock nodded in agreement.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Haina aside: "This is another reason.

"I am an active person. If I have nothing to do, I will be restless...but if I am asked to do mundane and repetitive tasks, I will get bored. I need problems and strong enemies to excite me.

"Your daily patrols are too boring. If I have that time, I might as well read more books and do some experiments. Even if I travel alone like a wandering monk, it will be more meaningful than repeating every day. .

"I don't want fame, and I don't want merit. I just want work that can use my intelligence, give me an outlet for my energy that has nowhere to go - and satisfy my curiosity. That's why I'm working with you."

"Okay, Mr. Sherlock."

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "You'd better leave as soon as possible - the sooner you listen to the director's mission, the sooner you can do your own thing, right?"

Sherlock was noncommittal and walked towards Director Kent's office.

The other side.

In the center of the Glass Island, the capital of Avalon, is a crystal clear, sapphire-like lake.

The royal family of the Kingdom of Avalon all live in the island within the island - the middle of the lake island in the capital's glass island. It was a palace of silver and tin with glass steps, blessed by the Silver Crowned Dragon. Under the sunshine on a clear day, there will be a bright fire of light, and even on a cloudy day, it will exude a dreamlike soft glow.

In the Palace of Silver and Tin, a blond girl who looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old was quietly reading today's "Glass Steps Newspaper".

She seemed to have elven blood, so she looked younger than she actually was. Her face is gentle, her back is straight, and the smooth back of her neck exposed by her dress reflects the brilliance of the sun together with the silver and tin palace she is in. She has a quiet temperament belonging to an artistic girl, and her eyes are as calm as water.

And an elf who looked to be in his twenties or thirties, with both the mature charm of a woman and the innocence of a girl, was smiling and sitting opposite the girl with his hands on his chin. She has an obvious artistic temperament - that is not an illusion, but the influence of the path of beauty.

"I didn't lie to you, my little princess?"

The elf artist smiled and said: "I told you yesterday that I saw a very handsome man. I specially gave him a full twelve seconds this time, just to retain that crucial look back and smile.

"There is absolutely no problem with my aesthetics - that smile is the key to retaining his charm to the greatest extent. To be honest, I even want to draw a picture for him. But I feel that I am not in a hurry for this moment. There will be a follow-up I had a chance to get to know him.”

"……really."

The girl nodded quietly: "Teacher Yanis is right. Mr. Aiwass's smile reminds people of the sun.

"You are the same age as me and at the same level as me, and you can personally lead people to arrest a demonologist who is much more powerful than me... There is no mistake in the investigation, judgment, and reasoning during the process. He is very powerful and brave.

She whispered: "I can't do it. Because I am very timid."

There was a kind of yearning and dejection on the girl's face.

——That is the yearning that a sober and kind person stirs up from deep in his heart when he sees a similar person who is much stronger than himself; and he is neither jealous nor self-deceptive, but honestly recognizes the fact that he is far inferior to the other person. The moment of dejection.

"He's so awesome."

the girl repeated.

"ah--"

Seeing her like this, Yanis made a loving-but also slightly crazy sound like teasing a puppy. She put the girl into her arms and rubbed her hair several times: "Little Isha, You are so cute!”

"Please call me Isabel, Teacher Yannis."

Isabel whimpered, stretched out her hands to cover her hair and said seriously: "Also, please don't mess up my hair——

"Besides, I don't know what's so cute about me. I'm obviously just telling the truth."

"You are so cute in such a serious situation where no explanation is needed at all."

"Sounds so stupid. I'm a fool."

Isabel was a little annoyed and a little disappointed: "I can't even draw well."

"You are already a genius, Isabelle."

When talking about this topic, Yanis became serious: "It's just that the people you come into contact with are more talented than you.

"Isn't your path to beauty about to advance? It's already amazing that you can touch the second level at this age... And when I teach you, I use a path with a more solid foundation, so you can start a little easier. It’s late, but you can go further in the future.”

"I think that's just because my father is Prince Albert."

Isabel lowered her head and said softly: "I am nothing special.

"If Mr. Aiwass was also a prince, he would go earlier and further than me."

"Aiwass is a special case. You don't have to think too much. Even Her Majesty the Queen read the newspaper and said he was a great young man... There is no need to compare with such a person."

"...Grandma too?!"

Isabel was shocked: "Grandma rarely praises others... Is that demonologist so powerful?"

"It's not combat, or even search ability. What Her Majesty the Queen values ​​is his decisiveness when he fired those two shots. In terms of results, although these two shots only killed a second-level demonologist, they actually showed What stood out was his outstanding and quick judgment, his absolute confidence in his own judgment, and his stable execution.

"Her Majesty the Queen said it herself, he has the air of a general. Don't even think about it, it must have been her nod. That's why I dared to put him on the front page and write such a large page. It's because Her Majesty the Queen said , let the young people in the kingdom learn it - although I think they will definitely not be able to learn it, it is good to let everyone see the handsome boy."

Yanis shook her head helplessly: "You should change your habit of only comparing yourself with the strongest person, but immediately feeling inferior and giving up every time you fail."

"I think if you want to compare with your peers, you have to compare with the strongest ones."

Princess Isabel said seriously: "Because I enjoy the best resources. If I can't become the best, it will be a waste of resources. They should be given to people who need it more."

"……You."

Yanis sighed, feeling that Princess Isabel was surprisingly stubborn.

"By the way, Teacher Yannis."

Isabel suddenly asked: "What did Mr. Aiwass see at that time? What was he waving to?"

"Actually, I wasn't there either."

Yanis shook her head: "But I asked the videographer. He said it was a little girl selling flowers nearby.

"That girl called him a 'very gentle big brother'. I think he bought a bouquet of flowers from her very politely before. Aiwass is indeed a very polite young man - if you have a chance, you can Invite him to sit in the Palace of Silver and Tin. Let’s talk about the story that happened at that time, what he thought and how he judged... I think it will be interesting. And Her Majesty the Queen should allow it.

"——You must be looking forward to it too, right?"

Isabel did not reply, but clenched her fists slightly, and opened her beautiful, emerald-like eyes longingly like a child.

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