When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 452 - 353 Convergence

Aiwass had the Defiant Flame Butterfly revert to its traveling form and followed the path he had taken earlier to find his way back.

Because the power of that deathly aura was so strong—although it seemed to lack any intent to kill, merely causing everything to come to a standstill—he was nevertheless very worried about whether Sherlock would run into trouble.

Fortunately, Aiwass quickly found Sherlock.

In a rather unique way—

Close to where the giant prince’s corpse lay, there was an unnatural pit resembling an animal trap.

Hovering above it was a cross-shaped lattice, and below that, a U-shaped pit that resembled either a toilet’s drainage pipe or the kind of swan-neck flask used in Pasteur’s experiments.

Clearly, upon sighting the deathly aura, Sherlock had hastily constructed this shelter. His reaction was indeed quick, creating a layer with a special structure that could block the twilight wind from entering while also preventing him from being sealed in and suffocated. By this point, even the lattice at the top was covered with a thin layer of amber crystal, making it incredibly sturdy.

"Sherlock?"

Aiwass squatted above the grate and knocked on it.

He tentatively called down, "Are you still alive?" Your adventure continues at novelbuddy

"Alive!"

Sherlock responded irritably, his voice distant and weak, and he had to shout to make himself clearly heard: "Hurry and help me open this lid!"

"I’m afraid that’s not possible," Aiwass said with regret, "we just tried. It seems that it won’t open with brute force—Hayna’s fourth-level punch wasn’t solid enough against it."

"Then use a ritual or prayer or something, anything! Don’t you still have the Holy Sword? Try it, just get me out first!"

Sherlock was annoyed and angry: "The ground seems to be sealed by something, I can’t break through from underneath!"

"Alright, I’ll stop teasing you, let me give it a try."

Aiwass decided to first use the Holy Sword to hack away and then pray to the Amber God... but to his surprise, the first step alone did the trick.

——The yellowish amber crystal softened immediately upon contact with the Red-Handled Sword in Aiwass’s hand. Or rather, some power within the crystals was absorbed by the Red-Handled Sword. Aiwass only needed a couple of strikes to chop open the lattice.

Watching Sherlock clumsily climb up from below, Hayna kindly lent a hand and pulled him up.

"...Strange."

Aiwass looked at the Holy Sword, deep in thought.

What aspect of the Holy Sword’s powers had taken effect to make it so effective against this abnormal "solidification"?

Could it be exorcism? That didn’t seem right... and sharpness was even less likely.

"...Could it be the curse?"

The Red-Handled Sword bore a negative effect that made the wielder more susceptible to curses, the specific principle being that it was more prone to absorb the power of curses. If it had drawn away the curse from the crystal, the crystal would naturally become mundane.

However, Aiwass absorbed this curse without feeling the slightest thing.

Sherlock answered breathlessly, "It’s definitely a curse..."

Climbing up from the pit was a struggle. He had to be cautious to stand steadily on the now ice-like slippery ground and carefully get up, to prevent himself from slipping back into the pit accidentally.

While focusing on battling the slippery ground, he casually said, "But this isn’t the curse of the Amber God, this is a kind of large-scale ritual."

"Are you sure?"

"I can analyze it," Sherlock pointed to his eyes flickering with a sapphire glow, "Although it’s dauntingly large... it should only be a fifth power level Transcendent force. It’s just a matter of quantity being large enough."

So that was it...

Hearing this, Aiwass began to understand.

This was not about them triggering the wrath of the Amber God, nor was it about undoing a seal. It had to do with his grandfather Jacob.

A fifth power level large-scale ritual, a twilight curse that enveloped the whole village...

——Could it be that I am the key to activate the ritual?

Aiwass only hesitated an instant before making his decision.

"Let’s go, take a look,"

he declared with a heavy voice.

Elsewhere.

After listening to Ye Zhi’s recount of the secrets, Merlin shook his head slightly.

He finally had a rough understanding of it all.

"So that’s how it is... With this, everything falls into place."

Merlin murmured in a low voice, "The Ring of Ouroboros, a ceremony that can make a Celestial Marshal fall... Rose Cross Society, Golden Dawn..."

He was plotting something, then fell into deep thought.

After a brief silence, he waved his hand. The bands of light entwined around the great wolf suddenly dissipated and unraveled.

Before Ye Zhi could say anything, he abruptly heard a voice and turned back to look.

The great wolf suddenly transformed into a man with a slightly hunched back, his black hair wet and twisted like seaweed. He was dressed in a deep green double-breasted coat and wore a brown scarf. At that moment, he tidied up his lapel a bit to make himself look more dignified.

It didn’t take long for Aiwass and the others to appear before the two.

The first thing they noticed was the giant, bound by Merlin, which startled them at first.

The next moment, they immediately turned their attention to different things—

Sherlock looked towards Merlin, Lily and Hayna looked towards Ye Zhi, and Aiwass towards the hole left after the marsh disappeared.

Yes, the marsh had vanished—just as it did during their previous experiment. It seemed that some earth-attribute spell had been triggered, turning it back into a Fairy Hole.

"Lord Merlin?"

Sherlock recognized the Angel Envoy he had met not long ago.

"Hello, Mr. Hermes."

Merlin had no airs about him; instead, he smiled and waved at Sherlock.

Hayna’s expression was serious, "You are the one from the train..."

"—Ye Zhi."

The nobleman suspected to be a Wild Elf bowed slightly, placing a hand on his chest, "A poet. We meet again, Miss Hayna."

Then, he turned to look at Lily.

Ye Zhi said straightforwardly, "At the same time... I’m also a Werewolf."

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—There was no need to transform to confirm.

Merely by getting this close, Ye Zhi and Lily could smell the werewolf scent on each other.

Suppressing the wildness that had suddenly surged in her heart, Lily nodded slightly.

She didn’t introduce herself but instead, stepped back half a step and stood behind Aiwass.

Aiwass, however, stared at the swamp, emitting a strange purple glow—not knowing why, he always felt a familiar, intimate sensation from within it.

Seeing Lily retreat behind him, he turned his head to look at Ye Zhi.

"Ye Zhi... or should I say, Mr. Dark Cloud. Right?"

Aiwass spoke calmly and politely, warm and generous, showing none of the derogatory and arrogant air he had when bullying Sherlock and Hayna, "I recall you came to Avalon for political asylum."

"Yes, Minister Moriarty."

Ye Zhi nodded slightly.

His voice was low and hoarse, his towering figure, although slightly stooped, always exuded a sense of oppression, "This was approved by the Arbitration Hall."

"Is that so."

Aiwass said calmly, "Then what brings you here?"

"I am a local, Minister Moriarty."

"From Eagle Cape Village?"

"From Flute Town. I grew up by the lake, and as a child, I loved fishing around Sapphire Lake. It’s only in recent years that I went to Iris Flower," Ye Zhi answered fluidly.

"Is that so."

Aiwass remained noncommittal.

He focused his gaze on Ye Zhi and suddenly spoke, "I’ve heard Bishop Mathers mention you."

At those words, Ye Zhi’s expression changed slightly, while Merlin just smiled.

In that instant, Aiwass knew he had guessed correctly.

He didn’t actually know Ye Zhi and hadn’t heard Bishop Mathers mention the other party at all. It was a bluff.

But he remembered when Mathers became the Cursed Holy Knight known as "Holy Sword Guardian Samuel"... At that time, there was an NPC ally that needed protection, who was an Elven Werewolf with hair like it has just been washed and not dried—just like this!

—Although Aiwass couldn’t recall the name of the person, he still remembered that distinctive hairstyle!