Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 88 The 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.

With his back bent and a bone-white cane in his hand, he stood intently in front of a stone sculpture with a height of [-] meters and whose upper body was almost formed, looking up at it with difficulty.

White translucent chisels and hammers continuously emerged in the air, making crisp knocking sounds.The dense knocking sound is reminiscent of the sound of a rainstorm.Without any movement from the old man, the sculpture was carved out at an extremely fast speed, as if the video was 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 dark face was full of wrinkles.His slender, dull white curls were barely left, save for a thin fringe.Perhaps because of the light, the shadows in his cloudy brown pupils were a little yellowish.For Master Graham, just raising his head, or even opening his eyes, was already very laborious.

Today, the former master of art is old and skinny like a thin shadow.

It's the kind of level where it seems that as long as you fall asleep, you may not wake up again at any time.

The silk robe he was wearing was so intricately patterned that it looked like it was wrapped in a Persian carpet—it was mainly in dark yellow, black, and red, with a large number of intricate and detailed patterns that would make people feel dazzled at a glance.Very few people can control this style of clothes, it is so gorgeous that no matter how beautiful and handsome the owner is, it will definitely overwhelm the guests.

But that was just fine for Lars Graham.

His whole body is like a withered flower, and his whole body is constantly collapsing towards the inside.He bent his back, hunched his shoulders, bowed his head and bent his legs... and his legs were even thinner than the girl's arms.The body wrapped in that gorgeous robe does not seem to be a real body, but just an empty shell wrapped in a soul.

That kind of posture reminds people of a butterfly with withered leaves shaking its wings slightly in the rainstorm.

Suddenly, the voice of carving stopped suddenly.

The sound of the chisel hitting the stone statue still echoed faintly in his ears like a hallucination.

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

As his voice fell, a beautiful girl with a literary temperament suddenly appeared from the shadow behind him.

Chloe was covered in bruises and dust.The whole body is almost bloody, and the surface of some of the flesh and blood is even burnt and blackened.

But in fact, these injuries just look terrible, only the appearance is so terrible that it looks like rolling a few times on an iron plate.In fact, the inside part is almost better, at least it has stopped deteriorating.Together with her right arm, which was almost severed before, it has been spliced ​​back and almost healed.

"Dean Graham, I'm here to get some herbs."

Chloe's voice was dry and hoarse: "It would be better if there is still a little drink... The whole city is close to martial law outside, I dare not go to their herbal medicine shop to buy herbs. But it is still a little bit before it can be cured."

She called him the dean because Graham is the current vice dean of the Faculty of Art at Cité University.Although he was invited to Avalon to carve an icon for the queen, his post of dean was still not removed.

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

The old man sighed, leaning on his crutches with difficulty, turning around step by step.

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

"Not badly hurt, Miss Caramel."

The old man laughed ho ho, and couldn't tell whether it was out of sympathy or gloating: "Compared with the disaster you caused, your injuries are too minor."

"That's because I've used up all the life-saving props!"

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

While talking, Chloe searched the herb cabinet that was taller than herself, pulled out some of the herb drawers she needed, and dumped all the herbs inside on the table.

That is by no means a "one dose" amount, but a huge amount that is absolutely harmful to normal people and can be drunk for at least ten days.Even if it is made into a dish, it may not be able to finish it in one day.

But Chloe gobbled them all up, swallowing all the herbs.

Without decoction or extraction, the "medicinal power" contained in the herbal medicine is extracted and purified by the adaptive path.Soon, the wounds all over her body emitted a green light, and the wounds slowly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's like the effect of using these herbs continuously for more than ten days under normal circumstances has been condensed into less than ten minutes.

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

The wound on Chloe's body healed faster than she could take herbs.After she finished eating all the herbs, the terrifying injuries on her body were almost completely healed.

Then, she began to vomit violently.He spat out lumps of rancid black mud mixed with minced meat.

It was a mixture of herbal medicines that had been drained of their potency and the waste produced in the body during accelerated healing.After vomiting, Chloe's spirit also improved a lot.

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

Chloe let out a long sigh of relief, and quickly said to Graham behind him: "Dean Graham, I will help clean up these later!"

The old man ignored her, just glanced at her blankly, and walked towards his table with a bone-white cane.

Chloe hurried over and poured Graham a glass of water.

Old Graham glanced at her and said slowly, "What else?"

"I just want to take revenge and vent my anger before I leave... So I want to ask you for advice."

Chloe snorted coldly.She is obviously still a little unconvinced... mainly because the assets she lost made her feel a little heartbroken.

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

Holding a water glass, Graham said in iris with a long voice, "If I were you, I would immediately hide in the countryside. I'll return home as soon as the situation subsides."

"They can't catch me."

After being hunted down for several days, Chloe obviously gained full confidence: "Inspectors on the path of authority are much more stupid than superhumans on the path of love and beauty. This time I planned carefully and ambushed in Ai in advance. Where Wentz sleeps, squat him without eating or drinking for a day or two, and it will be successful."

"It looks more like a trap to me."

The old man took a sip of water and said quietly: "You are so proud, Miss Croy. Although you have entered the fourth energy level at the age of 24, you have not officially entered the fifth energy level after all. You have not completed the advanced stage." In terms of rituals, there are still many people in Avalon who can deal with you.

"The great arbiter, the great adjudicator, the great guardian, the great justice, plus the Theocracy's master Yanis. Just the superhuman who has confirmed that he has reached the fifth energy level and is willing to serve the royal family is enough. There are at least five of them. If you meet any of them, you can't run away.

"Not only that, even the Arbitration Hall was not dispatched. Those who have the right to arbitrate can only exert the full power of the authoritarian path in Avalon... Knights who have no power and have nothing to do with honor will not be able to exert much threat. You will make such a reckless action, I think you have deviated from the path of adaptation. After I go back, I will report this to the leader."

Who would have known that this stupid student who had been teaching for a semester and was still unable to understand the path of beauty... Now he has become like a fish in water after switching to the path of adaptation?

But the smooth progression and the never-failed assassination made her mentality a little out of balance.

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

"...The dean means, do you not object to my actions now?"

Seeing that her old superior did not object to this matter, Chloe was a little surprised.

She showed a sweet and well-behaved smile, and said flatteringly: "You are also a 'master'. You are also an extraordinary person at the fifth energy level of the art path. It took Master Yanis more than 200 years to become a master, and you Became a 'master' in less than 40 years..."

"Hey...it's useless, I don't want to eat this set."

But the old man just smiled lowly: "I declare in advance that no matter how close you are to success, I will not make a move. I have taken over a more important task and cannot be exposed. Besides, Yanis is watching me, so it is not good for me to make a move." .”

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

"I haven't thought about it. 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 energy level?"

"It's hard to say, but it's possible. Oswald doesn't have a 'profession', but he inherited the old system used by the immortals of the old age before the 'profession' appeared. His path is completely mixed and non-existent Systematically, the power is all mixed on multiple paths, and the trajectory of the manifestation is not clear. No one knows which paths he has adaptability to, and what power he has mastered.

"But as far as the abilities shown so far, he has at least the power to adapt to the fourth energy level. And the elf is well-informed, he probably knows the information about shadow stealth. You will die there without a doubt."

The old man stared at Chloe with his ruthless and mean eyes, like a critic of a work of art examining other people's works, and made a melodious voice with strange pauses: "If you have the possibility of being 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 strong, which surprised her a little.

"That means you have to be outside. Although I haven't read the Avalonian's newspaper, I'm sure he must be famous. If he is assassinated by me, it will definitely become a big news."

Chloe replied briskly: "In order to leave time for me to escape, this matter must be hidden from others' eyes and ears. So I can only kill him quickly in a place where no one can find him, and leave him behind." Enough time to escape..."

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

"...but it's almost five o'clock?"

"It doesn't matter. He will attend the commendation meeting of the Supervision Bureau this afternoon. Even if there is no dinner, he will not be back until 05:30. Considering the long distance, he will arrive at the dormitory at six or seven o'clock at the earliest. If there is a dinner , he may have to go back two or three hours later... Maybe he will drink some wine.

"According to my information, someone wanted to attack him this afternoon... Just two hours ago, two demon scholars from the Noble Red Society had infiltrated the King's Law University. The statue of the great man placed at the school gate has already Tell me this. They are not weak, but I think their assassination will definitely fail. The means used to defend against you can be used by the noble red. Because he must know that you are still alive.

"Conversely, you can also observe Aiwass' methods and hole cards."

Although he disapproved of the contemptuous plan given by the young assassin code-named "Caramel", the old man still gave correct advice based on his rich assassination experience in his youth: "There is no better assassination opportunity than this.

"He solved the enemy who wanted to murder him, and accepted the 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 put poison ointment on his lips directly without the 'Eagle Feather', and he will be in his sleep He died of poisoning. That way, no one would realize that his death was poison in the first place...you will have enough time to escape from Glass Island."

"As expected of the dean!"

Chloe was convinced: "Then I will do this!"

(End of this chapter)