Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 729: The Raging Atmosphere

Combined with the abnormal rage she had felt before...she finally understood Prince Szijjártó's thinking completely.

If she is really such a child of the moon... Once she has the intention to kill in that situation, she may never come back. So far, she has maintained her purity and kindness, but once she breaks the precepts, she will fall into depravity very quickly.

This is what is called the broken windows effect.

"I need to protect the purity of that child's 'tombstone'."

Prince Sijaldo said seriously: "She was so young, and she became the child of the moon. I don't even know what kind of suffering she has experienced...

"…Even if you are just another person who has obtained her memories and appearance, at least you know how difficult it was for her back then."

"He obviously hates the Moon Child, but he takes the initiative to protect the Moon Child... What a hypocritical and complicated man."

Aleister sneered: "Indeed, she is indeed a difficult girl...

"——She was once a blood slave, number 14. Do you understand what I mean?"

"...I can understand."

Prince Szijjártó looked even more distressed.

It was clearly not his fault, but he inexplicably felt guilty.

...Maybe this guy is a saint?
“Have you ever considered trying the path of devotion?”

Aleister smiled and said, "Maybe you're unexpectedly good at it."

"There's no need to mock me like that."

Prince Szijjártó glanced at Aleister and replied calmly, "I just want to resolve the crisis in Leipzig, and you may have the same goal as me. I rescued you from the trap that led to your fall, and as the person in the prophecy, you helped me rescue others from the conspiracy... Our deal is over."

"Want to make a deal with me?"

Aleister showed a malicious and sarcastic smile, pinched his throat and made a cute sound: "But I'm just an ignorant child. How do I know if you are taking advantage of me, big brother?"

"...I will reward you."

"Anyone can write a bad check."

"I'll pay you in advance."

Prince Sijardot said without hesitation, "Please name your price."

"It's so generous."

Aleister sighed, “But I haven’t decided what to order yet…

"…How about a 'promise'? As for what you want, I'll tell you when the final payment is due."

"Want to swear? Okay."

Szijjártó stretched out two fingers, pointed them at the sky, and said calmly: "I swear to the Silver Crown Dragon that I will fulfill a reasonable promise to Miss Aleister."

Seeing him quickly make the vow, Aleister couldn't help but laugh: "Why don't you stop delaying? Maybe, even if you don't make this deal with me, I will solve the crisis in Leipzig anyway?"

"If you really want to do this, then use this agreement as a thank you afterwards."

Szijjártó did not react at all.

Aleister raised his eyebrows and added sugar to the black tea in front of him spoonful by spoonful: "It sounds like... you like this city very much. Tell me, what should I do? Or, do you have any clues now?"

What she said was true - even if Szijjártó hadn't proposed this deal, she had no intention of letting go of the guy who dared to bewitch her mind. Aleister's imaginary enemies included the Fallen Angels, so she was quite wary of this aspect - the Sin Card itself was made by stealing the power of the Fallen Angels. What if that guy really forced Aleister to be branded with a Sin, and attracted the attention of the Fallen Angels?
"You said you checked the White Pigeon Opera House, right? Since you came to check, it means that this has been going on for a while... So what did you find?"

Aleister tapped the ceramic teacup with a spoon, making a crisp sound, as if reminding the waiter to serve the food.

"A big, complicated ceremony - that's all I can see."

Prince Szijjártó replied: “The radiation range is centered on the White Pigeon Opera House and spreads out in all directions.

"The earliest incident happened a week ago... An old professor who was usually kind to others was explaining a problem to a student. When he couldn't make sense of it, he suddenly became furious and used magic to crush the student's head on the spot.

"He regretted it almost immediately and turned himself in. He thought he was just too angry and lost control of his emotions... The police at the time just thought it was because the students were too outrageous and drove the old professor crazy. The incident was also reported in the news and sparked discussion among the citizens.

"One day after the incident, another similar incident occurred - a designer who was usually known for his gentleness, when designing a logo for his employer, because repeated communication failed, he became furious and used the extraordinary power of the Path of Beauty to fold his boss, who was fleeing in fear, into the logo.

"But he chose to flee instead of surrendering. However, he was soon caught up and killed by demonologists... According to subsequent investigations, the employer's request was a bit... stupid. But it was also a relatively common request. The designer was experienced and must know how to deal with such orders.

"A day after that incident, the third case occurred. This was actually the first case that made us aware of the problem - it was a mother who was teaching her six-year-old child to read Elvish poetry to learn Elvish. The child was learning very slowly, so the mother suddenly screamed and broke the child's neck.

"It was only then that the police department finally realized the problem and combined the two previous incidents into one case."

"It sounds like an act of rage that 'exists only in imagination'."

Aleister raised his eyebrows and gave an accurate evaluation: "And it sounds like the security here is pretty good?"

"That's why I want to protect Leipzig."

Szijjártó nodded and said sarcastically without changing his expression: "At least here, we won't see demonologists cursing alchemists in the street. Nor will we see alchemists burning down the demonologists' gathering places."

"But after that, you never know, right?"

Aleister raised his lips slightly: "If things continue to develop like this, sooner or later you will see the 'characteristic conflict' of other places in Xingti here."

She paused, her tone becoming subtle: "Wait, you don't think that the disputes in other places on Xingti are also..."

"...Of course not. I'm not the kind of naive boy who lives in the palace and knows nothing. I know how the conflicts between alchemists and demonologists came about...and I also know that we are temporarily unable to resolve these problems."

Szijjártó shook his head with a complicated expression: “But Leipzig is a special case. The conflict between alchemists and demonologists is largely due to ‘lack of money’. The root cause is the viciousness and treachery of those goblin merchants who are focused on making money.

"And Count Leipzig sponsored a large amount of funds to all the talents, which meant that these extraordinary people had no motivation to conflict in Leipzig... This is also the fundamental reason why the City of Knowledge Leipzig will become the most prosperous and peaceful city in the star."

Aleister raised an eyebrow and understood.

Prince Szijjártó is, in a sense, a pessimist.

He clearly realized the cause of all the chaos, so he didn't think there was a solution to the situation in Xingti. He didn't plan to be a paperhanger, nor did he plan to be a wise ruler who led people out of the trough. He just wanted to hide in a city that made him feel comfortable... that was the richest, most peaceful, and most culturally advanced Leipzig.

And now, there is chaos in Leipzig.

This was something Prince Szijjártó could not tolerate.

If the definition of "home" is a place for people to relax and rest, then in a sense... this place is more like his home than a palace.

Aleister realized the importance of this matter to Szijjártó, so she became a little more serious.

"By the way - the frequency is once a day?"

"Yes, once a day. But not one person a day... Starting from the fourth day, the people who fell into rage became a group of people. And today..."

Szijjártó was silent for a while, then said, “Today’s ‘chaos’ hasn’t happened yet.”

(End of this chapter)