Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 923 I won’t leave

All in all the result is good.

With Grunewald's full support, the relocation of the Ziggurat encountered no difficulties.

With the help and guidance of their instructors, the students packed their most valuable personal belongings in an orderly manner. The documents, specimens, large undead and spliced ​​corpses had to be left here for the time being. The ongoing experiments were forced to be suspended, and the half-made undead and spliced ​​corpses were forced to be destroyed to avoid getting out of control.

The power supply to the psychic tower was cut off floor by floor, and the lights gradually went out - just like turning off all the power in the house, locking the windows, and closing the pipe valves before going on a long journey.

The flow in pipelines from "No. 1" to "No. 3" also stopped, all laboratory instruments were shut down, and the doors were sealed and locked from the outside.

One by one, the half-born undead and the corpse materials that had not yet been used were pushed into the emerald green pool and gradually dissolved with a hissing sound of corrosion.

At this moment, Grunewald had returned to the top floor to pack up his own things, and the students were also packing their luggage while chatting.

Aiwass originally wanted to find someone he knew, but Vice Principal Adolf kept following Aiwass and chatting non-stop.

"Did you go to see Master Chongbo later?"

Adolf asked curiously.

“It’s all back.”

Aiwass sighed, "It happened yesterday - when Xingtan had the accident, we were holding a celebration party."

"Are you asleep? How about taking a rest? By the time the students have finished packing, I estimate it will take four or five hours... enough time for a nap."

"I slept for half an hour, that was enough."

Aiwass declined, "But I'm a little thirsty... Is there anything I can drink?"

He was also a little tired, not physically, but mentally.

“…Really?”

Adolf thought for a moment and then took Aiwass to a higher floor.

That was the water bar which was now empty, but judging by the dust, it still had many signs of use, so many people must have sat here last night. There were also some glass wine glasses on the tables that had not been taken away after drinking.

Adolf skillfully took out the concentrated juice from the counter, which had been preserved for who knows how long.

He didn't even ask Aiwass what he wanted to drink, but just made two glasses of iced orange juice - the ice cubes were even made by him on the spot.

"Please tell me more. I'll give you some juice. I don't know if His Holiness the Pope has any dietary restrictions, so I won't pour you any wine..."

Adolf pushed one of the glasses of juice towards Aiwass: "Is that really a relic from the Amber Age?"

"Really... it tastes pretty good."

Aiwas nodded, drank the perfectly chilled orange juice, and introduced the silent Cardinal Galatea to Adolf: "This is Cardinal Galatea - she accompanied me into the ruins."

Ever since Aiwass said that to Cardinal Galatea, she suddenly became silent as if her CPU had burned out, and has remained silent until now. She didn't even say a word when facing the old lich... and the old lich seemed to have not seen her and ignored her completely.

Fortunately, the automatic following seemed to be still on, so at least there was no problem following Aiwass and not falling behind.

"By the Candlelighter—it is a pleasure to meet you, Holy Cardinal Galatea!"

After Adolf politely bowed to Cardinal Galatea, he saw that she had no reaction, so he shook his head and turned to Aiwass and asked, "What does Master Albrecht Dürer want to get from this?"

That is Master Chongbo's real name.

Aiwass replied: "A piece of amber of light. The Master of Worm Amber said, 'I must get a piece of amber of light no matter what.' For this reason, he did not touch anything else."

"Amber of Light...it turns out this thing really exists."

Adolf sighed, "It turns out that archaeology can easily yield good things."

"What is it used for?"

Aiwass couldn't help but ask.

"A key to open a 'world copy'. You can understand it as... it can 'copy' a person whose body is gone, or save something that has been destroyed from an earlier timeline. I guess - just a guess - the master might want to copy someone. After all, he took great pains to develop the art of resurrection, there must be a motive, right?"

Adolf said with a smile.

After all, he and Master Amber have the same heritage - Adolf really knows how to use the Amber of Light.

He added: "Well... please forgive me for using the word 'copy', because I don't think it is a true resurrection. At most, it can only be regarded as creating a person who is exactly the same as the previous one."

When he first heard the word "copy", Aiwas was even shocked - he thought he was going to play a copy. But halfway through, he realized that this was a "copy" in the true sense - like a copy of a book, or a copy of a copy.

In the literal sense, if there is a "copy", there should be an "original". A copy is a copy of the original.

"…meaning, a replica of something or someone pulled straight out of the old days?"

Aiwass was surprised: "Can preservation technology even do this kind of thing?"

"That's the only ancient spell that's been preserved intact!"

Adolf was quite proud. "In ancient times, spellcasters of the Tower of Babel could even reach the dream world and become gods through these miraculous spells! By the way, what period of history are the ruins you visited? Is it the known part?"

"It's the Tower of Babel."

Aiwass replied: "The only remnant of the Tower of Babel."

"—Oh, my goodness!"

Adolf's eyes suddenly widened and he stopped talking.

"Oh, if I had known earlier... I would have gone with you guys! Damn... what a coincidence..."

His body immediately leaned forward, and a strong desire flashed in his eyes, even the dim yellow color in his eyes was diluted a little.

He rubbed his hands like a fly, and said impatiently, even earnestly: "Quick, tell me... No, great Pope, please let me listen to the secret - what would you like to drink? Before becoming a necromancer, I used to be a bartender."

"Just orange juice."

Aiwass first ordered the food, and then told Adolf in detail about his experience of this archaeological adventure.

The middle-aged necromancer is also quite cooperative. His expression becomes colorful and full of exaggerated emotions as Aiwass narrates, providing a strong emotional value for the narrator.

It wasn't until he heard that the Tower of Babel collapsed under the attack of the Fallen Angels that his expression suddenly turned into disbelief.

The frozen expression lasted for a long time before he gradually fell silent. That feeling was like a fanatical believer visiting a holy place, only to find that the holy place had been demolished and turned into a commercial district.

After anger, there is silence.

"...Ahh."

Adolf sighed and slumped back in his chair. "I was wondering, how could it be... such a coincidence. As expected, I have never been able to catch up with anything new and exciting in my life. But it doesn't matter... Alas..."

"Do you like the Tower of Babel very much?"

Suddenly, Cardinal Galatea, who had been silent for a long time, spoke softly.

That was the extent that Aiwass was about to call it a medical miracle - but Adolf did not realize anything. He just nodded seriously: "I think it is so romantic. It is the most romantic event in human history... no, in the history of intelligent life."

"……romantic?"

As the contractor of the Twin Mirror, it was obviously the first time for Cardinal Galatea to hear someone use such words to describe the Tower of Babel.

To her, it was just her "mission" and her "job". After Galatea was reborn as a construct, it was a painful past that she could never touch.

Just like how people were wary of the device in the Tower of Babel, that was how Cardinal Galatea understood humanity.

She opened her eyes wide, unable to believe that an intelligent life form that had never come into contact with the Tower of Babel would worship it so fanatically: "Which part do you mean?"

"--all."

Adolf's decadent words were now full of emotion: "People gather together to contribute their light and heat to the miracle of the sky... Indeed, this is the true meaning of 'power'. If 'wisdom' and 'power' can be perfectly integrated, all miracles can be achieved..."

"…A miracle, huh?"

Cardinal Galatea suddenly looked at Aiwass and thought of something.

——If the fire is not hot enough, burn me first.

Aiwass's words echoed in her heart.

Her job was to complete the miracle of the Tower of Babel - that was not her career, nor was it a miracle she created.

The former "Galatea" was only a tiny part of this great creation. It was everything to her, but she lost everything she had, and also lost the meaning and value of her existence.

What's the use of her being alive now?
Her only value is to demonstrate that "that era was real."

——It's just a specimen.

It is the remains that have been "preserved" to this day.

The time that belonged to her had long been stagnant.

And now...

…She might also have a chance to become part of the miracle of the new era.

It was as if the stagnant time had passed again, and she no longer needed to be silent and cold like a doll.

It was as if the scaly person "Galatea" from the past had come back to life.

"The same is true of dusk and beauty."

Aiwass chuckled and said, "That is the miracle of the holy number adding up to eleven. You are on the right track."

"The path - there is no such thing as the right one. And according to what you said, it also includes dedication and transcendence."

Adolf smiled and said, "Your Holiness, I remember you took this road as well?"

"Yes."

Aiwass nodded and said seriously: "I call it the 'Path of Miracles'. When the sum of the holy numbers is ten, the two paths will enter an inert cycle and fall into nothingness; and when the sum of the holy numbers reaches eleven, they have the power to create miracles."

"It's great... a miracle..."

Adolf sighed and slumped down in his chair: "Will I still have a chance to witness a miracle..."

"It will happen," Aiwass said soothingly. "There's still plenty of time."

"…I'm afraid not so much."

Adolf shook his head slightly. "My time is almost up. I'm afraid I won't even be able to see the Fallen Angels being defeated."

Hearing this, Aiwass opened his eyes slightly.

He realized something: "Aren't you planning to retire and travel?"

"It's the same thing, just a matter of where to bury it. I don't really want to be with these kids. It would be too noisy, making me forget that I want to sleep. I'm afraid I'll never sleep well... Now is the perfect time. It's rare to have some peace and quiet here."

The vice-principal smiled, obviously not intending to move at all: "You go, I'll look after the house.

"We have to leave someone to guard the door, right? Otherwise, it would be terrible if those demons came in and messed up the house.

"Just leave me alone. It just so happens that I also want to be the real tower master for a few days."

"...You originally wanted to go to the ruins of the Tower of Babel?"

Aiwass guessed what Adolf was thinking: "Want to die there?"

"Yeah," Adolf nodded, "I thought so for a moment just now... dying in the collapsing glory and being buried by the collapsing time, how romantic. But I originally planned to stay here, so it doesn't matter.

"Oh, it actually shook my original idea... Is this the remnant of a miracle? Just a name can make me regain some of my solidified interest...

"...Speaking of which, Your Holiness. Do you know that my childhood dream... was that after I died, a strong man would toss my body into the center of the sun. I was beaten by my parents because of this 'dream'..."

Adolf waved his hand and didn't continue.

He just looked a little disappointed, but smiled gently: "I am very happy to hear such a story in the end.

"When you defeat the Fallen Angels and retake the Spirit Tower... Your Holiness, please remember to come back.

"—When the time comes, I have a small gift for you."

(End of this chapter)