"You have to help me."

Aivas nodded: "I can't make water... The water of the good Lord needs to burn the lives of slaves to be summoned continuously. Under the theoretical state, four hundred lives can be exchanged for 32,000 people to use the water source for a year, and the proportion is about 1.25% of the annual loss."

"It doesn't sound like it's much, it's even lower than Avalon's death rate."

Sherlock looked at Evas: "Don't you 'dedicate' them? Don't you devotees love doing this kind of thing?"

"Because there is no need, Sherlock. Isn't you still there?"

Aivas said with a smile: "Compared with them, you are my acquaintance and my good friend. I want to contribute to you, so that's more reasonable!"

"...So that's it," Sherlock's mouth raised slightly, and the azure glow vaguely jumped a few times in the bottom of his pupils. "No wonder you found this staff for me... To be honest, did you think of this scene before entering rest?"

"Of course," Aivas looked innocent, "I've told you a long time ago, but you just didn't care."

"I just thought you wanted me to produce the water used in our fleet. Who knew you would stay and be a good Lord..."

Realizing that he fell into the fox's plan and conspiracy without any warning, Sherlock shook his head helplessly and gave up the topic: "How do you plan to govern them? Do you still remember what I just said? Even the resting slaves support slavery. How can you convince them to give up?"

"I'm not going to convince them."

Avas said softly, his voice calming down: "I only intend to forgive them - as long as they do not break the law, as long as they are willing to obey my rules, as long as they can contribute to the city... I will make them all free people."

"What about the slaves? Without slaves, they might be bribed by other good masters."

Sherlock has anticipated the future: "These short-sighted people have not received any education. If you pardon them and make them free people, they will only feel that they are worthy of this identity. If other city-states win over them, they will only regard themselves as free people, not former slaves.

"And you can't give them any benefits at all. It's easy for other city-states, such as Paradise City, to win them over."

"You know, it's easy for Paradise City to win over them... Then why can't I do it?"

Avas asked back.

He said meaningfully: "I don't need to let them change their minds at all, nor do I need to let them oppose slavery. I just need to make all slaves a free citizen.

"Do you know, Sherlock? Meat is cursed. As long as they taste the first bite of meat in their lives, they will never go back... The instinct of craving delicious gravy will make them never forget the feeling of that moment. It is an addictive curse, a poison called "hope".

“‘I could have endured darkness, if I hadn’t seen the sun.’

"If a person lives in the lightless earth from birth, he will not understand what the sun is or what the sky is. If he cannot see the light from the beginning, it is not an unfortunate thing for him to not see the sun.

"And what I have to do is to break the dark earth, drag everyone out, and let them see what the sun is. I will not care about what they will do afterwards. As long as they can still endure the darkness of nothingness, let them go.

"But I believe that more people will become addicted. They will pursue that light at all costs... just like a fire-tripping moth."

Aivas said slowly.

"Interesting! It's worthy of being you, Aivas!"

Hearing Aivas' words, Li Jiya's eyes flashed with an interesting and exciting light-

Even a year ago, she didn't dare to think that she could still be today.

He got rid of the old and dying body and obtained the young, beautiful, healthy and strong angel body - even got rid of the stereotypical and decaying Avalon and made a big fuss in the ancient country of rest!

She was indeed what Aivas said... When Lijiya was still called Meg, she had already prepared for death. The promotion ceremony she was going to attend at the beginning was essentially a execution of herself.

It's like a pilgrimage journey of elderly soldiers, or an old adventurer climbing a snow-capped mountain. It's not that they don't know the risks, but that they can't stand dying from the sickbed.

If you die, you will eventually die in your own career and in meaningful things.

If life is a currency, at least it must be spent in valuable places.

Old Meg could not bear to be aging to the point where she could not move, nor could she bear to become weak and dementia. So she planned to take advantage of her ability to move and then gamble on everything to participate in the promotion ceremony - if it succeeds, then it will be successful; if it fails, at least she will die simply.

If it cannot burn violently and shine, it would be better to die silently like a knife!

...But, after she became Lijiya and the dragon girl, her thoughts changed.

——It’s so good to live. My young body turns out to be so beautiful.

Being able to live is such a reluctance to be so reluctant to leave... She still wants to continue to live, eat more delicious food, and travel more land. She wants to arrive in other countries as a traveler, not a warrior or an invader.

Once she saw the light, she could no longer bear the darkness.

In the past, that light was what Aivas brought to her.

And in the future, she will also accompany Aivas and hand over this light to others.

——It is neither a gift nor a gift, nor even a good deed.

Instead, "show off" and "sharing" as tender and pure as a child—

Look, I'm having a good time now! You guys can join us too!

The difference is that she can really do it now.

"Just in case, I'll ask first..."

But after a long period of silence, Sherlock said seriously: "Fox, you should know the risks. You really want to do this, not because of interest, right?"

"Of course." Aivas replied.

"If your plan is successfully implemented, do you know what it means? It's not as simple as supplying water to a city, or guiding everyone away from Azuki - you'll be hostile to the whole Rest, because you'll destroy their culture, their traditions, their past, their everything.

"Those who regard you as enemies may even be the ones you are about to save; you have no grudge against them in the past, but have formed an endless mortal hatred for such things. They will be the hundreds of powerful people at the fifth or even sixth level, the hatred and curse of millions and tens of millions of lives, the ubiquitous assassination and curse. So I want to ask you, Avas - is this what you are going to do from the heart, or is it the paranoid hallucination that arises from the influence of the way of the way on you?"

Azure blue light was jumping at the bottom of Sherlock's pupils.

He wanted to see from Evas's pupils that even a trace of evidence of being bewitched by the charming crimson... but he saw nothing.

"This is what I want to do, it has nothing to do with the way."

Evas said seriously, "I can't stand the existence of slaves in this world, nor can I stand the willingness of slaves to this, and I can't tolerate these slaves regarding the enslaved people as mercenaries and good people - that is a blasphemy of grace and good."

"Since you are sober... I'll help you."

Sherlock pursed his lips and said seriously: "Then you can't look back, Avas. Don't be a slut... Just do it to the end."

"Of course," unlike Sherlock who was facing a great enemy, Evas smiled relaxedly, "Don't be too stressful. We are not alone - let alone the support of the Church, and even the Restful Ones themselves... may not be awakened.

"Okay, Detective. Let's study with me first, how to lift the petrification curse."

and……

Aivas didn't say anything else.

They are not without hatred.

The one who cursed his parents was the curse master from Ancient Kingdom of Anxu.

Aivas still remembers the other party's name. This time he came to rest, one of the purposes of which was to revenge.

As for the three demons, they had left shortly after that - they didn't know how to remove the petrification, and it was meaningless to leave them here. So at Evas's gesture, Vignes asked them to find their past master and attack him.

Of course, this kind of demon who has just transformed, just at the fourth level, and even without the mark of a serious sin cannot kill the good master at the sixth level.

But this is a warning. It's like putting a corpse in bags and throwing it back to the door of the opponent's forces.

——Tell him that I'm here.

I've seen you already.

The first one is you.
Chapter completed!