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Chapter 1300: Chapter 24 Arsene: Does this sound right to me? frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Hold on... folks, did I hear this right?

Arsene was shocked.

—What do you mean? So the previous commotion with the Fallen Celestial Marshal descending to the Material Realm, causing such a huge uproar and so many deaths, wasn’t actually the plan of the Fallen Celestial Marshal?

Even the Fallen Celestial Marshal himself was being used—and was a targeted victim? The mastermind is the Serpent Celestial Marshal?

More crucially, the former world-saving Pope knew the truth about this from the very beginning?

Does this mean that the situation might repeat in the future?

And Aiwass, being a mortal, can decide which Celestial Marshal will descend to the Material Realm?

Huh? What? What?

... Does this mean the next one is the Blood Celestial Marshal? If the Blood Celestial Marshal descends to the Material Realm... won’t those Sons of the Moon go completely insane?

The overwhelming amount of information made Arsene’s mind buzz for a moment.

Seeing him dumbfounded, the Shadowy Celestial Marshal reacted, "Didn’t you tell him about this?"

"Not yet."

Aiwass smiled, "But knowing it doesn’t matter..."

"—Say whatever you find useful at any time."

Under the influence of survival instincts, Arsene quickly blurted out at an amazing pace, "Even if it means fighting against the Celestials... I mean, if I can manage it, I’ll definitely be ready at any time! I will keep the truth about these matters a secret, no one will learn the truth from me. If you’re worried, you can also make me swear or curse me!"

He was afraid Aiwass might drop something like "It’s fine knowing this, after all, I’ll have to silence you later." If such a thing slipped out unintentionally, it would be hard to handle.

Seeing Arsene’s fearful yet humble attitude, Aiwass and the Shadowy Celestial Marshal burst into laughter.

"Don’t be afraid, Arsene. You’re a friend of Sherlock, and now also someone I acknowledge as a friend... not to mention, you know my origins—we’re actually relatives."

Aiwass shook his head and said gently, "And furthermore... I’m a Contributor. You might not trust me, but you can trust my talent on the Path of Devotion."

Upon hearing Aiwass mention the Path of Devotion, the Shadowy Celestial Marshal’s expression became momentarily strange.

But she didn’t say anything, merely casting a subtle glance at Arsene.

Arsene’s obviously unsettled emotion was evidently soothed upon hearing these words.

Clearly, for him, the identity of a high-ranking Contributor was more convincing than "a friend’s friend" or "a relative’s relative."

"By the way," Scáthach, the Shadowy Celestial Marshal, took the initiative to change the subject, "what brings you to the Dream Realm this time?"

Aiwass frowned and took a sip of strong liquor, answering, "We have a mutual friend who was kidnapped to the Dream Realm. We’re planning to bring his soul back this time."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, the Shadowy Celestial Marshal generously asked, "Need any help? My warriors happen to be quite idle."

—What does that mean? Is the Shadow Nation going to go all out to bring Sherlock back?

"No need, no need..."

Arsene was startled and hurriedly refused, "They’re just a few mortals..."

The main point being that the person who brought Sherlock up was the Duke of Vandome.

And since the Old Duke and Aiwass are somewhat related... Arsene wasn’t clear on how Aiwass viewed this matter or what plans he had to handle it. If things get out of hand, he, as the "culprit" who started this, would definitely have to take responsibility. If he hadn’t sent that letter to Sherlock, things wouldn’t have escalated to this extent.

Originally, he thought Aiwass was a particularly gentle Pope, but now he realized—it wasn’t gentleness, but rather he simply didn’t care about the trivial matters of the Material Realm!

How could someone who conspires against Celestials care about how mortals evaluate or perceive him?

"Speaking of which, Arsene..."

Aiwass asked, "Since we’re here, I think you could probably tell us—where exactly is that guy Sherlock being held?"

"To be honest... I’m not very sure."

Arsene, hearing this, became serious, "I only know that the place where he stayed should be very safe and very quiet.

"Because I once communicated with Sherlock—at that time, I thought the Duke had killed Sherlock, and to dispel my concerns, my father contacted Sherlock using a mirror. That was when I had a brief exchange with Sherlock."

"Oh?"

Aiwass’s eyes lit up, "So you saw the environment Sherlock was in?"

"You’re absolutely right, Aiwass."

"Can you describe it in detail? Maybe I can find it directly. Moreover, there’s the Shadowy Celestial Marshal here, who is definitely more familiar with the Dream Realm than you are."

"Alright."

Arsene carefully thought and answered in order, "At that time, Sherlock seemed to be seriously writing something, or maybe flipping through a book—because I could tell he was thinking, and was visibly annoyed by the interruption.

"He sat very upright, looking relaxed with a good mental state. Behind him was a massive bookshelf full of books. There was no one else in the picture, nor any other sounds. On either side of the desk in front of him sat two golden candlesticks, each holding one black and one white candle. I could see some books set on the desk, but I couldn’t tell their names as I could only see the pages facing my direction.

"He mentioned he was investigating something extremely important and this matter wasn’t suitable for investigation in the Material Realm. He was secure over there, ’As I need to remain as quiet as possible’—that’s what he said."

Arsene seemed somewhat deflated, "Actually, I didn’t plan to bring Sherlock back in one go... I don’t know how to traverse different zones in the Dream Realm either. But if I come here a few more times, there should be an opportunity to find Sherlock."

"—That’s not how I see it."

Aiwass suddenly spoke, "The information you provided is still very important, Arsene."

"...Just with this information, can we directly pinpoint the target?" Arsene was somewhat surprised.

"No," Aiwass shook his head, "the specific target can’t be confirmed, but it would rule out 90% of the possibilities.

"It’s quite simple logic—we can first eliminate the areas of Devotion and Authority paths, otherwise I would have received news here. Similarly, it’s not likely Balance or Dusk, as neither of these paths favors such activities.

"So that’s already half eliminated. And it’s most likely not the Path of Adaptation...

—The Path of Adaptation is indeed excluded.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar laugh came from the opposite side of the table, "Aiwass, all your guesses are correct. Let me help you eliminate those five paths."

Even the Shadowy Celestial Marshal hadn’t noticed when a person appeared across the table.

He wore a black suit, black shirt, black gloves, black boots—and even his head was a blurred chaos of pitch black.

Arsene had no idea who the person opposite him was, hesitantly looking at Aiwass and the Shadowy Celestial Marshal.

The Shadowy Celestial Marshal seemed surprised, looking back at Aiwass; while Aiwass also instinctively lifted his head to look at the Shadowy Celestial Marshal.

The first to react was surprisingly the Nation Destroyer Ares:

"Salutations to you, revered Lord of Scalefeather, mighty God in Scales and Feathers!"

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