Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 727 Astrologer Fenrir

Aleister's mind was full of mixed thoughts.

She was too busy thinking about these things to continue scaring Prince Szijjártó.

And Szijjártó didn't have any other reaction, he just looked forward.

Soon, the driver took them to a manor outside the city.

Strictly speaking, this place is out of the scope of the city of knowledge Leipzig.

"Your Highness, have you no lodging in Leipzig?"

Aleister leaned on the back of the front seat and complained in a low voice: "Your Highness Szijjártó, you invited two girls you met for the first time to such a remote place... Isn't that a bit impolite?"

But having said that, she didn't feel alert.

After all, neither Aleister nor Selene are weak women who are powerless.

Selene's current posture is just a disguise. She can instantly transform into a demon wolf that devours flesh and blood... And Aleister, let alone. Except for the advanced divine arts without the main body, she basically has all the combat abilities of Aiwass. Even the Red Phase cannot confront her head-on now. Even as the racial attributes of the Moon Child, they must be far superior to ordinary humans.

If someone really had bad intentions towards her, then it would be that person who would be in trouble, not herself.

However, Prince Szijjártó just shook his head.

He did not rush to get out of the car, but turned around and asked Aleister seriously, "Miss Aleister, are you still feeling unwell?"

"……what?"

Aleister was stunned for a moment, and several possibilities emerged in his mind.

But she didn't say anything, instead she asked calmly, "What do you mean by uncomfortable?"

"I mean, the feeling of having an extremely dry throat and wanting to tear something apart and swallow it."

Prince Szijjártó asked seriously, "Is there any left now?"

Hearing this, Aleister immediately understood.

...Sure enough, the hunger she felt at the White Dove Opera House and the murderous thoughts she had on the road were not without reason.

"Huh? Someone dares to attack me?"

She felt a genuine joy, she fell back in her seat, covered her face with her left hand, and couldn't help laughing. It was like running errands for a long time and finally encountering a monster-killing task.

Bayard's already low and hoarse laughter now revealed a kind of madness: "Is it... the White Pigeon Opera House? Or those two bunny girls?"

"This is not a conspiracy against you, but the trouble that the entire Leipzig is facing..."

Prince Szijjártó said this, took off his tortoise-shell glasses, put them in the box on his chest, and replaced them with a pair of ordinary black-framed glasses.

He put the box of glasses in a small compartment in front of the co-pilot, then pushed the door open and went around to the back door to open it for Aleister.

He lowered his head and said to Aleister, "There are many people in Leipzig who have the same doubts as you, and many of them also doubt the White Pigeon Opera House. But after my inspection, I have ruled out any problems with the opera house itself."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Aleister looked at Prince Szijjártó with interest: "Then why did you bring me here? You don't even know my name."

“——It’s actually a prophecy.”

The middle-aged driver suddenly said, "This is the prophecy I gave you - when Your Highness finishes your work today, bring back the person who was talking to Manager Val... You will be the key to our breakthrough." He turned around and opened his mask full of lenses.

——I saw that there was no white in his eyes.

Those two emerald green eyes were filled with stars strung together by white lines.

"Astrologer?"

Aleister asked back: "No, if this feature...

"——Are you an astrologer?"

This is the advanced profession for astrologers when they reach the fourth level.

"Everything is predetermined, just as I saw you coming to Leipzig; just as I saw you talking to Manager Waal..."

The driver, whom Prince Szijjártó called "Fenrir," said, "But I didn't expect that His Highness would bring back one more person..."

He put his mask back on with a click and said seriously, "This is not the place to talk. Let's talk inside."

Prince Szijjártó quickly took the two of them to his reception room.

When Fenrir went to get the "convincing information and evidence", he first explained why he appeared at the White Dove Opera House.

Just this reason sounded a bit ridiculous to Aleister.

"...You said that your job is to treat those blood servants on a daily basis?"

Aleister sneered, "You should know what the White Pigeon Opera House does, Your Highness? The designated doctor for a 'disposable girl' in an entertainment club is His Royal Highness the Prince of this country... Isn't this standard a bit too high?"

Although there are no similar clubs on Glass Island, there are many in other places in Avalon.

This kind of club really needs a healer who can keep secrets, endure unsanitary conditions and mental shocks... and occasionally participate in purely dark areas such as corpse destruction and organ trading. After all, the girls who need treatment in such places may have gynecological diseases, physical disabilities, or mental disorders.

No matter how big the backstage of the White Dove Opera House is, it is impossible to find Prince Szijjártó to do such a thing.

"This is not something that the White Pigeon Opera House asked me to do, but something I volunteered to do."

Szijjártó said calmly, "Because my glasses are a treasure of Xingtan. They can see through many illusions...

"As I can see, your actual age... is much younger than you look now. I would dissuade you, and not entirely because of Mr. Fenrir's advice - in my opinion, you shouldn't come to this kind of place."

Hearing this, Aleister looked at him in surprise.

Even though it is only the outermost layer of my vest... this virtual image is a blessing from the Twin Mirror!
Aleister took out a small makeup mirror with great interest and replaced himself with the real "Aleister" in the mirror.

Prince Szijjártó did not react at all when he saw the mature lady with glasses suddenly turned into a childish girl.

"Hey, kid," Aleister said with a smile, "You should know that I am the Son of the Moon, right? Then you should also know... the apparent age of the Son of the Moon has nothing to do with the real age, right?"

“I know,” Szijjártó nodded slightly, “I’m not actually trying to stop you.

"——What I am sad about is the girl reflected in my pupils. She is still so young...

"…Before she became you, she was still a minor, right?"

His Royal Highness the Prince showed an undisguised hint of hostility towards the Son of the Moon in his words!
(End of this chapter)