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Chapter 638

Chapter 638: Chapter 47: The Illusory Form of the Kunpeng (Combined) Chapter 638: Chapter 47: The Illusory Form of the Kunpeng (Combined) The Counselor was still confused, not knowing what had happened.

However, upon hearing that laugh, Aiwass saw “Sherlock” instantly become calm and, rubbing his face, feigned a sleepy expression as an excuse for his previous loss of composure, “I was a bit groggy...

I thought I was dreaming when I just woke up...”

...Quite a quick reaction.

Aiwass praised in his mind, with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

“It’s just a pity,” Aiwass said meaningfully, “this is not a dream, but reality.”

—Regrettably, this is the dream, and you are but a figment of it, destined to vanish like bubbles when I wake.

The Counselor scoffed internally.

After calming down a little, he realized what he needed to do now.

...

War was raging outside and even in the quiet White Queen District, cries of alarm and agony could be heard—recall this is Glass Island, Avalon’s Royal Capital!

Such a major incident had occurred, yet Oswald, the butler of Aiwass’s household, did not appear to take him away.

Only he and Aiwass were present, everyone else had vanished...

which could only mean one thing: they had all left Glass Island.

He had lost some of his memories, or perhaps the ceremony itself had gone awry...

either was possible.

The Counselor had also heard of Transcendence ceremonies being interfered with, or dreamscapes being disturbed by invaders, leading to unforeseen complications for the ascendants.

This was also why Dream Intoxicant was taken during such ceremonies—when the dream lasted too long, or the transcendent’s physical body in reality suffered noticeable disturbance, it could cause the ceremony’s dreamscape to blur.

But the reason did not matter.

The result was, he had lost a day or several days’ worth of memories.

From the looks of the statues outside, what he had lost could have been more than just a day’s memories—perhaps it was the third day, or the fourth.

“If the Star Antimony troops completely control Glass Island, it will be very difficult for us to move,” he continued.

—I see.

I already have this key information, and if we are not moving yet it’s because it isn’t time...

The Counselor’s mind brightened, and he immediately grasped the current progress of the mission.

Now there was just one problem.

Was “Olive,” the Transcendent who had transcended the Path, still alive?

If he were dead, how would they find within Avalon someone who could gain Bishop Moriarty’s trust and be regarded as a controllable Transcendent?

With that thought, “Sherlock” simply nodded and said, “I will follow your lead, Your Excellency.

What do you plan to do now?”

It seemed as though some noise was coming from downstairs at that moment...

and careful footsteps were also coming from upstairs.

—Is there someone else here?

Aiwass and Sherlock both looked up simultaneously, towards the upper floor.

There stood an old man with white hair, a dignified face, and a presence as imposing as a lion.

He seemed taken aback upon seeing Aiwass and Sherlock, and his already furrowed brow deepened.

The man was John Osborne.

One of Avalon’s two Court Ritualists, he was a colleague of Teacher Ibn.

At the same time, he was Avalon’s only Court Ritualist before Queen Sofia had recruited Ibn, a foreigner.

Unlike Ibn, one could tell from his facial features and pale complexion that the old man was a bona fide native of Avalon.

Without his presence, even Queen Sofia would not have dared to recruit a foreigner with an unknown background as a Court Ritualist.