NABC Chapter 333
Chapter 333
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Upon mentioning this, Lily suddenly remembered something, “That’s right, young master...
I saw ‘Dark Cloud’!”
“Did you expose your identity?”
Aiwass instantly became alert.
“Dark Cloud” referred to the werewolf author they had encountered during their last promotion, who claimed he was heading to Avalon and asked them to look after him.
As a werewolf, his innate path should be the Path of Love, which overlapped with Lily.
However, his innate path should be at least at the third energy level, possibly even the fourth.
What he was now promoting was his second profession, the “author” on the Path of Beauty.
——And Lily had killed him last time.
...
“No, I specially used a new identity this time,”
Lily shook her head, “But he’s different from ordinary werewolves.
He seems to understand witches very well...”
“Understands witches well?”
Aiwass thoughtfully said, “I see...
I understand.
He is the Guardian of witches.”
“Guardian?”
“Yes.
The Werewolf Transformation Skill is advanced witchcraft only mastered by high-level witches, and the quickest one would need to be at the third energy level, or the fourth for a more balanced upgrade.
For a fourth-level witch, there are rarely enemies that must be dealt with using the Werewolf Transformation Skill.”
Aiwass explained.
In this version of the world where the fifth energy level is a threshold only a few can touch, the fourth level has already transcended the limits of normal humans and became the strongest in the conventional sense.
If the fifth energy level is a Nobel prize and the third is akin to a PhD, then the fourth level would be comparable to an academician.
It’s a realm beyond the reach of mere “effort.”
For such big figures, there are plenty of people willing to lick their boots.
“Not to mention, witches are Transcendents of the Path of Love.
Just like the Path of Beauty, they can enhance their beauty and physique.
However, unlike the Path of Beauty, which transforms oneself into the most aesthetically pleasing for oneself, the Path of Love continually perfects one’s body.@@@@
Making the strong stronger, the beautiful more beautiful, the agile even more so...
the tasty tastier.”
“Therefore, high-level witches all possess peerless beauty and eternal youth.
And with the ability to concoct numerous magical potions and accumulated connections over the years, how could they possibly need to personally curse their enemies?”
Aiwass laughed, “This is the Werewolf Transformation Skill paradox——high-level witches who master the skill no longer need to use it.
They could transform people into lambs or frogs, which, if left unchecked, can persist for a very long time, for years or even decades.
It’s quite normal for ‘Dark Cloud’ not to pick sides.”
This could also explain why he knew so many secrets—
A person tormented by Werewolf Transformation Skill for at least nine years should be roaming the wilds, filled with wildness, and by now unable to be accepted by society.
Even if he previously had the Adaptation from the Path of Beauty, he should have lost it by now.
How could he still maintain enough literary cultivation and spirituality to become a “writer”?
Unless he’s always been treated like a pet dog, with the opportunity to read books and newspapers normally at home, to keep up with the times.
The secrets he knew were probably what his master disclosed intentionally or unintentionally.
Then his purpose in going to Avalon, it seems, is far from pure...
“Miss Ligeia said that he has already reached Avalon.”
Lily added, “He might even have arrived or is close to Glass Island.
Although he seems friendly, Miss Ligeia still did not let him succeed in advancing...
Even so, she has become an acquaintance with him.”
“Miss Ligeia is really impressive.”
Lily was quite envious.
Isabel, who was listening on the side, also widened her eyes, showing a longing look.
You two staying up in the middle of the night is also quite impressive.
Aiwass grumbled to himself.
I want to catch up on some sleep, why are we still talking...
Forget it, I feel spirited from the conversation.
Why not just stay up all night?
Aiwass sighed, deciding to get dressed and get out of bed.
“Little Isabel, are my clothes warm?”
Aiwass joked, “Aren’t you going to change your clothes?”
Even though “Little Isabel” is a very normal nickname, and even Queen Sofia and Meg use it, Isabel still blushed when she heard it.
She leaned into Aiwass’s ear and said fiercely in a low voice, “I’ve been your mother before...
now we’re even!”
“That was Aiwass Alexander who said that, what does it have to do with Aiwass Moriarty?”
Aiwass looked innocent.
Isabel felt so irritated her teeth itched.
As payback and punishment, she decided not to return Aiwass’s pajamas just yet: “Your clothes, I won’t return them yet...!”
Having said that, Isabel turned and ran off.
Aiwass called out from behind, “Remember to return them to me next week, I have to go out!”
“Fine!”
Without looking back, Isabel crisply replied, “Then I’ll return them to you next week!”
Above Aiwass’s head, in the painting, Yanis was excitedly rolling around nonstop.